At home I was snuggled in a nice plush blanket watching Christmas movies. Snow started to fall on the mountain my small rustic cabin was on. I was in a comfy white sweat-shirt and some short that busted out my ass. I felt confident at home I didn’t have anyone to impress and I was alone, I was the only person I could trust. At midnight I went out to a local hospital to steel blood bags. I d not like the idea of killing for my food. I only loose control when I’m vulnerable on a full moon. On a full moon my hunger increases making me a monster. Flashes of the last full moon appeared in my head. I was drinking that night and I messed up I killed someone I loved for the first time in 103 years. I let myself open up, he trusted me and he died because he did.

I grabbed a tub of O negative blood. It held me over the most with O negative I can last days with out eating. Like a normal human I don’t have to sleep or eat but I love the taste of food and food help suppress my cravings. I drank one bag and went to bed but events recurred in my dreams on repeat. I woke up in a panic but I was also really horny. I liked the feeling of killing but I hated that I did. There was something about having someone life in my hands well, fangs that turns me on and makes me want more.

I got in the shower feeling the hot water on my cold body made me shiver. My Large breasts turned firm as my hands glided across them. My finger caressed my full ivory breast toward the rim. My delicate hands slid down my body reaching my hips I started to tease myself. Encircling my clit a little wave of arousal pulsed through me. I hooked in pleasing myself, with my fingers gliding in and out thrusting harder with each insert I eventually reached my climax. I sat on the shower floor for a little so I could recover from myself pleasure.

I dried my hair, got dressed and went to school. Pulling in the lot I saw Chance outside. He was still as handsome as yesterday, his hair was pulled back today in a low pony tail. As he saw me pull in he started to walk toward my car. He was gentlemen he opened my door for me and held my hand out.

“ Morning, Rarity!”

“Morning, chance!”

I fell into his eyes and smile. As we walked to our first class he was asking about my parents. I told him I was orphaned and turns out he was orphaned too. In a way it was comforting someone knew what I had been through. What it felt like to be alone. We discovered he lived down the street from my cabin. We waved each other off was we enter the gym into the separate locker rooms.

We did the pacer test I wasn’t even starting to get tired by the time I was the last one but I quit and 70 after the teacher told me to stop. Chance was in shock.

“ You haven’t even broke a sweat! How?”

“ I run a lot! Every morning and every night!”

He seemed to have bought my story. He was different than other guys I have met. From what I could pick up he was quite the gentleman, he also had a big heart. After a few more classes lunch came. He took me to a small pizzeria that was pretty quick, It was really good and we had a deep talk about our parents. We both agreed to be there for each other.

“ So, Rarity where do you come from?”

“ California.”

“ Oh, I heard there was a pretty viscous attack on a teen boy there in the southern part. He died and they are trying to figure out what happened.”

As he kept talking my heart beat grew louder in my ear was he talking about my ex the boy I murdered.

“ I HAVE to go.” I blurted in loud then quiet voice.

“ Oh ok. I’m sorry if I have upset you in anyway.”

“ It’s ok I just have to go!” I picked up my things
and went out the door. As soon as walk out I walked back in to Chance who was frantically paying for the meal.

“ I forgot your my ride back to school.”
I was so embarrassed but he did something unexpected he hugged me. It was firm and tight but warming. It felt nice, I felt safe. I wasn’t afraid until my ear pressed up against his chest and I heard his heart beating. The pumping of his heart pounced my body with shivers. I gently pushed him away as he looked down at me. His eyes were filled sincere and regret.

“ I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!”

“ I am okay, it’s just I knew that boy he went to my last school.”

“ Oh I didn’t know I’m so sorry! How about I make it up to you tonight? Over dinner?”

“ I would like that very much!” I let out a small
smile.

When we got back to school the bell had already rang.

“ Thank you for lunch it was great.”

“ Your welcome!”

I turned to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.
“ Hey Rarity, dress up for tonight ok?”

“ Ohh yes I will thank you Chance, I will see you at seven?”

“ Yes you will.”
I decided to skip the rest of my classes for the day and go shooting. I was shooting at tree in the small forest I had to fight of my home. I had a recurve like the one I used as a little girl but this one was more modern. It was a birch wood with engravings I did myself to remind me of my family we were a traveling family. My father wanted to marry me off to a wealthy family while I wanted to marry for love. The mother of the wealthy family paid a well known witch to place a curse on us for rejecting her son. It’s my fault we were cursed and that my family is now dead. I live for them looking for a way to remove the curse. Lost in thought I shot and split my arrow in half. Archery kept me tense and disciplined. Like the water archery was an escape when I released an arrow the pressure I was holding the guilt that I latch on myself would go with it. I look at my phone to see it was 5 and had to start getting ready for the date. I don’t know how to feel but I excited.

Author's Note

Hi, I’m enjoying writing so much and I would love feedback from you guys!! I give a a big thanks to a my friend for inspiring me to write!! He knows who he is!!