Locks and Keys

Walking down the street, holding it close to her chest, making sure that no one else sees it. Making sure no one else notices what shes carry, carries almost as though it held her very life. Every corner she turns shes afraid, afraid that someone will take it, that they'll be able to get to her inner most feelings and thoughts and that they will be able to get the key. The key that goes to the lock that she wears on her at all times, protecting herself. Not letting herself feel or experience anything, not allowing herself to live freely without the worry and pain of the fear of someone getting her key, someone being able to unlock her, to be able to control her.
 She walks down the path with her mask on tight and her key in her pocket and her lock inside of her. Unable to live day to day life without checking and double checking that her lock is in the right place and that no one will be able to get a hold of it. Protecting it with her very life. 
 As she turns the corner she bumps into someone, he smiles and she returns the favor as she tries to walk around him. He stops her and tells her that he apologizes for being so forward but he thinks that she's beautiful. She thanks him as her cheeks get red as she tried to talk around him again, but he stops her one more time, he apologizes again for delaying her and being so forward but asks if he could see her again.
  She blushes, and apologizes and says no she's sorry she can't. As she's speaking she feels her chest constricting almost as though it was telling her to go ahead and say yes, do it see him again. She falters and stutters and finally agrees, she say's yes to seeing him again. He smiles and gives her his numbers, asks her to call him later, says he can't wait to see her again, to get to know her. She smiles back, saying to herself that she wasn't actually going to call him but at least she got him to leave her alone.
 As she turned the corner she let go, her hand loosened on her chest, she key seemed lighter, and one of her walls got loose. She found herself smiling about the cute boy that called her beautiful. For a moment, just a small moment her heart told her to calm down, smile and let this happen. Let him perhaps take a hold her the key and the lock and let him scale the walls for just a little while, trust him for a while and maybe, just maybe he would be able to keep it. 

Beauty Part 1

Beauty: Some say it’s in the eye of the beholder. What is you thought someone was so beautiful you couldn’t live without them. Whether they wanted you or not you had to find some way to be with them or keep them with you otherwise you would never survive. It didn’t matter how beautiful they were on the outside or on the inside all you knew was that you wanted them, needed them, couldn’t survive without them.

  He found his person, walking through the mall he saw Her. She was beautiful with long blonde hair, green eyes, curvy physical appearance and he wanted her, needed her, couldn’t live without her.  He changed the area of the mall he was shopping in and decided to follow her. Decided that she was what he needed to go on with his life, whether he brought her willingly or not she was going to be his sooner or later. Following her from store to store, she was too busy chatting and gossiping with her friends to notice he was following her, taking note of the things that she liked, the things she didn’t like, the way she dressed , the way she acted, the way she moved and the type of guys that caught her attention. With every male that earned a second glance from her his jealousy, and rage overtook him, he felt like he was unable to stop himself from checking them off on a list, each of them had been instantaneously placed on a list a list of things he was going to do to them so they would never be looked at with eyes of attraction or affection again, from anyone specifically, his mate.

 Finally he began closing in and getting closer to her, entering a store from the opposite direction he made his way toward her, lightly bumping off of her simply so he could say ‘Oh, I apologize! You look mouthwatering.’ He said to her quietly, smiling. Taken aback by his abruptness she returned the favor. ‘Thank you, I am so sorry but do I know you?’ she asked, letting her face take on the emotion of guilt on not remember his name.  As he words left her mouth, he smiled allowing her to see all the teeth in his mouth, sharped to a point that looked like it could slice open flesh with ease, and a glimpse of the word written on the inner area of his lips: Thirst.

 ‘Oh no my dear,’ he got closer to her and whispered in her ear. ‘but you will soon. Very soon.’

 With that he walked away, leaving her speechless and shaking in the store with her friends.

On the outside of the mall he quietly watched her and her friends walk to their cars. Laughing, and joking but her body language had changed it was short and kept close to her not letting much in. As her friends dispersed she struggled to find her keys in her large purse, he found his opportunity, it was getting dark and there was no one around now that her friends had driven away. He walked up to assist her in finding her keys. ‘allow me to help with that.’ He said as he walked out from his space in the shadows, as he brought his hands from behind his back he not only produced a set of silver chains but a lot a white cloth  in which he pressed her against the car and held against her face.

  While he was holding her down she was struggling against him, managing to move her knee up so that she could kick him in the groin. He staggered back, catching his breath, she continued to stuggle finding her keys  when he was able to right himself and go at her. ‘bitch.’ He muttered while he again held the while cloth to her face and smashed her head against the light post to make sure she wouldn’t stuggle again. The final thing she remember was looking up at his face while the edges of her vision went fuzzy and then all went black.

Crimson

He ran, he ran without stopping and without trying to catch his breath, he was running for his life, or for the life of another. He hadn’t figured out which it was yet, to save himself? Or to save her?

Crimson. The only color he could see, the only color he could feel, he could feel it all over his hands, and up his arms, feel it soaking through his clothes, settling onto his skin, warm and sticky. Was it his or was it someone else’s? Where had it come from, and why was he covered in it? Running, still running, crying, sobbing, and aching. His legs begged him to stop, the muscles screaming, and gasping. He was almost there, almost into the woods and away from everyone, away from the crimson and away from the screams.

Finally, the woods looming ahead of him, almost welcoming him into their cold, snowy, dark and safe embrace. Promising to keep him away from those he would hurt, away from anyone he could touch; promising to hold him back from whatever monster he had become. Leaping, bounding, dodging, and running through the branches, cutting his bare arms and face, causing more crimson.

He heard the shouting and screaming. He saw small spots of light, rushing toward him; dogs barking daring him to move farther into the dark shelter of the woods, to give them more of a challenge to find him. Defeated, he collapsed into the snow, letting the pain in his muscles take over, giving over to the pain and letting the crimson take him, laying there waiting for them to find him and take him away. Away to his death, or to be tortured, he didn’t know, but whatever it was, it had to be better than the running. Better than the Crimson.