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.
