Red Eyes

I couldn’t utter much words at that moment. I was just… too cold to speak to the girl that held me there on the dirt ground, having my back propped to an old black tree. Her body was like ice, like the blood within her veins were frozen for days before she met me that night. I guess the only thing that was hot about her was just what she was wearing that evening… but it felt like it was just a game she played with me the whole time.

We were only just having an awesome time with a couple drinks and danced at a party my friend invited me to. One of my favorite music artists was there and I just had to check it out. Plus, this was probably one of those times I had the opportunity to score some pussy.

But seeing her sucking out my blood from my neck in the dark night, it was left to the diminishing imagination. I mean, a guy can dream in his last moments... right?

Her hold on me was firm as the body that drew me to her, and the smile that caught my attention was excruciatingly beautiful. When she talked, it was like melting hot fudge on ice cream. It was sweet and tasty. I couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of her.

So I pursued, never stopping until I heard a new tune in that voice. She took notice and took me for a ride. We got together in the kitchen, my plastic cup on the countertop by the sink as I pushed myself against her on the edge, her covered breasts pressured by my persistence. her body was cold, but her ocean blue eyes caught me in a trance. I had my hands all over those alluring hips that were confined in her short black skirt and talked her into coming to my place to continue our ‘endeavors’, and she was getting into my side of thinking, like I thought this was going to be an easy score.

… Damn, I was very wrong.

I put my hand on her cold shoulder and tried to put some effort into prying her off me the best I could, grunting after she pressed harder into my jugular. She wasn't going to let go, and that was just one of the many things I went through that night when we went through the park as a shortcut. the party was about three blocks away and once we’ve made it to the end, my place would be just around the corner.

we carried on slow and easy through the livid lights that glimmered the concrete path. I wrapped my arm around her back while she hugged my side. It was like we were some couple going on a lovely stroll to a bridge, marveling the shimmering moonlit stream underneath, like we were part of a chick flick from The Hallmark Channel.

She stopped under a lamp, forcing me to halt and look at her. Her face was blocked by her pink pressed straight hair before she moved it all away from her face. The vibe she would give off was warm, even though she was still cold. she wanted to ask me a quick question before we moved on. Seeing that we had to stop, it must've been important.

And in a quick second, the lights went out. I looked above and around us to see nothing on but the moon.

Are you B positive or O negative?

It got colder around me. I quickly turned my head back to her, asking myself on what the fuck she was talking about at this type of time… then when I did, I saw most of her changed within seconds of me looking away to the damn lights. She was pale white like the styrofoam cup she drank from earlier that evening, her pink hair slightly discolored to follow the same density. And when I saw her eyes change from ocean blue to ruby, it was from that point on that I thought I made a very poor decision to take this girl anywhere.

Her smirk was growing enough for her to display her very sharp teeth to me, the moon glinting off her pearly whites.

I’m sorry. I just have a preferred taste, but I guess I’ll have to find out the fun way.

I knew I was a fuckup so far in my life when it came to everything. A could barely hold down a decent job with living pay, I could never achieve anything I wanted in my time to be remembered for it because life just wanted to be cruel to me. Even my artistic side of life was starting to shamble on me... and then one small beacon of hope came out of nowhere and presented itself to me, like it was a way out of my situation. I tried to take it.

I sort of succeeded, just not in a way I needed.

My blood ran down my shoulder, seeping into my plaid shirt as I was growing numb, like her mouth had always been on my neck. I couldn’t feel pain anymore, but I was okay with it by this point. At least what I wanted had finally come to me. Getting the chance to rest was the best thing for me at that moment, since I just didn’t want to deal with anything anymore. All I wanted to do was grab death’s hand and dance all the way to hell.

And while I tried to grab that hand desperately, something pulled me back to prevent that sweet connection. I tried to grab death by the cloak, but I could only feel glass separating us. My time wasn’t up. I just got bitten by a damn vampire and I didn’t know what to do with myself then because she didn’t finish me off. How could I survive, the same way I'd usually do? Live off my trashy life again?

I couldn’t do anything about it but wait to wake up again to figure out my position in this world. And when I did… my answer was surprising, but a pretty nifty treat.