I typed out this entire thing on writer’s block, so I feel that it could be better. Don’t expect too much. And don’t let the word vampire throw you off; I wouldn’t go as far as to call it romance. [Ehh... not my favorite genre...] And thankfully, there’s no sparkling involved.
This story takes place in a post apocalyptic world; where humans are struggling to survive and vampires have stepped forward as the new leaders of the world and picking off the human’s like flies. One day, I might write another part to this story; but once again, don’t expect a masterpiece.
《 What happens when I have too much time on my hands.》
Shadows blanketed his pallid skin as he landed; tightening his grip on the small package hidden beneath his coat. Regarding his presence like deadly venom, the bats above squeaked and flapped their wings in utter disrespect. Paying no mind to their discrepancies, he swiftly turned and sprinted deeper into the caverns. What questions could his elders ask once he returned to base? Rarely did a young vampire rush into the night, abandoning all of his comrades in middle of a hunt. He hasn’t developed an excuse yet for his sudden radical behavior. As thoughts of his actions resurfaced in his mind, his grimace reflected regret.
He needed to stop carelessly running off.
Drawing curiosities was the last thing he wished to obtain.
What consequences would he suffer if they did discover the little secret hidden within the caves? His stomach turned at the thought; torture was one of the many things his race had perfected and turned into a medical practice. The eerie possibilities hung over his shoulders every time he leapt through passages, while taking in the airy scent of limestone. At first glance, one might discard the possibility that life still dwelled in this cavern. A secretive smirk crawled up his face once the sound of a heartbeat reached his ears.
Once she’d heard the quick, meaningful footsteps nearing her path, she stumbled into the nearest corner and buried her head into her hands. Peering slightly through the space between her fingers, she heard a soft chuckle. Reaching in his back pocket, he pulled out a small flashlight, and turned it on. The area became illuminated and his identity was quickly revealed. She stared at him studying his delicate features, recognition settling in as a diminutive smile crept onto her features.
Making friends, with a human no less?
Their race was slowly dying off; succumbing to disease and radiation from earlier wars. The vampires, a legend that’d quietly waited in the darkness and literature for centuries had sprung from hiding and salvaged the Earth. As humans died off, the search for blood became a sport. Packs of their race snuck out in the middle of the night, eager to catch a foolish human off guard. Keeping a human shrouded during this time of desperation was considered sickening amongst his race.
Even after the consequences were laid at his feet, how could such a frail creature lure his attention so? He constantly pondered about it, examining her pale features each time. She was a filthy little creature; dirt coated her skin; her hair was knotted and strewn, her nails bitten and bleeding. She loved wandering the cave, disregarding the dangers it held, thirsting for enjoyment.
He carefully reached into his coat, laying down the measly package of food. Simple foods that would’ve been commonplace before devastation had taken to mortal lands; had become gold. This girl knew it better than anyone else, the boy realized, as she wolfed down the food like a savage. A sinister part of him fell into delight at the thought of being able to control whether she survived or not. Only he knew of her whereabouts, only he took the time to offer her food. Any time he felt filled with craze, he could leave her to starve or enjoy the taste of her blood.
But whenever he felt on the brink of doing so, human characteristics stilled him.
She had made him that way.
Once she finished, she innocently smiled at him, making a grin reach his face. It was the same smile he’d encountered when he first met her. Superstitious villagers had chased her and her mother into the caverns, leaving them to perish at the hands of any vampires that crossed their path. For days she waited in the cave with her mother; hunger driving them to tears. Suddenly the mother left, desperate for food and liquid. She never returned; a vampire struck her down even before she’d left the cave opening.
Him
A rare moment of insatiable hunger had taken him over. He couldn’t help himself as he practically tore the woman apart, ripping her head clean off; eager for the metallic taste of blood. Anyone who laid eyes on him, thought he was nothing but a mere boy; clean onyx hair hanging over his eyes like a blanket, with a visage that displayed innocence. That’s how he always managed to kill so easily, the element of surprise.
Crazed, he ran into the cave. He followed a scent, one that promised blood.
A whimper reached his ears.
There she was.
The most dainty, frail human he’d ever laid eyes on. Defenseless and without understanding, she cowered like a mortified, wounded animal clutching onto her own frame without a shred of dignity. He remembered standing there for minutes staring at her terrified visage, staring deeply into her irises.
He studied her eyes, noticing how it reminded him of the starving human he’d just torn apart. The blood in his mouth suddenly tasted foul, realization settled in.
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That where this ends---I still haven't finished the chapter, but I plan to when I'm feeling a little more creative.
