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{The hardest part of this is leaving you} No, I can't speak French, I just used an online translator. The title is a quote from a song {"Cancer"} that sort of fits the theme of this. It was written as a sort of writing exercise {though I honestly don't know what I was exercising in it...} Enjoy. It's unfinished, so please don't kill me. sweatdrop
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Louis was late; how typical of him! He had promised me over and over that he would arrive here, at this very tree, at exactly eight o'clock. And, as usual, he had stood me up.
I sighed, dropping to the foot of the tree in frustration. I mulled over all of the "perfectly good" excuses Louis would come up with for missing our date. Even though I was absolutely positive he would never come, I supposed I could wait a little longer- just in case he changed his mind.
The minutes passed, and I grew bored. I unconsciously twirled my long, violet-black hair through my fingers. According to my parents, it had been my namesake; my father was so fond of my mother's unique hair colour that he had decided to name his daughter 'Violette'. Although I did admit that it was a pretty name, I still detested it for the fact that I was named for... hair of all things.
The encroaching night air forced me to yank my thin shawl tighter around my shoulders. My teeth chattered with the force of the sudden draft. It was going to be a long night. Silently I stood, defeated, and started to trudge along the pathway taking me out of the forest. Unexpectedly, I found myself suddenly being dragged backwards by some unknown force. Strange, I hadn't heard anything coming from behind me.... I tried screaming, but my lungs were being squeezed so hard that I couldn't force anything but a soft gurgling noise from my throat. And then we stopped.
I don't know what I had expected my captor to look like, more along the lines of a thug, I supposed. But I know that I definitely wasn't prepared for what I saw standing before me. The man was handsome, eyes red as fire, skin pale as moonlight, hair black as night. He was seemingly innocent, but I could tell it was a ruse. There was a distinct, almost tangible, air of menace surrounding him. I was trapped, his eyes seemed to tell me, there was no escaping. Finally he spoke, breaking me away from my stupor.
"Little girls shouldn't wander around the woods at night," he reprimanded me mockingly, smirking as he did so, "there are all sorts of... suspicious characters prowling around at this time." He smiled at some inside joke that I didn't understand. I turned, struggling desperately to refuse his gaze.
"I know," I replied dully. Just great, I was obviously in mortal danger and all I could do was be apathetic about the whole situation. How sick and messed up of me. It was just as bad as rejoicing at my own funeral. "I was just out for a nice little stroll until I was so rudely interrupted." I glared up at him. He paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
"It really is a pain that I have to kill you tonight," the beautiful man sighed, "I had become so fond of the sound of your singing in the forest these past few months." He sighed, a look of great longing on his face. "But, just as you, I get hungry every once in awhile and, well... since you're the only one brave enough to venture out here..." he trailed off, looking at me expectantly for my response. He was obviously not going to kill me just yet.
I paused for a long moment, digesting everything he had just said. The one word finally hit me like a bullet. "H-hungry...?" I mouthed, stuttering. Violent, cannibalistic images flashed before my mind's eye, and I trembled at the thought of my head roasting above a fire, stuck through with a stick.
He laughed yet again at my mortified expression. Unexpectedly he bent over me, still smiling. I was so afraid, I couldn't move. I thought about kicking him as hard as I could, but I was frozen in his sight. He lowered his head down past my face to my throat. I was trembling with fear. It was all happening so slowly, every one of his fluid movements caught in time upon my gaze.
Then everything sped up rapidly as a searing pain shot through my neck. I tried pushing the man, or whatever he was, off of me to no avail. He still remained above me sucking vast amounts of my own blood from me. With every second I felt myself slipping further and further away into the dreamless sleep I had always dreaded. As soon as he had started, the man had stopped, glaring at something beyond my human eyesight in the undergrowth. Emitting a strange growling sound, he lunged into the depths of the forest. I was alone.
And that was the last thing I remembered before falling into unconsciousness; the last memory of my humanity.
-Fleeting Infamy- · Tue Jan 23, 2007 @ 03:54am · 2 Comments |
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