I'm so nervous about posting this! I am looking for a better title, so any suggestions would be nice.
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Ellie was anything but a normal teenage girl, and this isn't the story of one. This is the story of a vampire. She had read stories about vampires who blended in with human society and couldn't stand the idea. She found those vampires were scum on the face of their species. She thought living with your food was too closely related to playing with it.
She sprinted through the trees, towards her home. The dusk air blew its comforts against her, but the slivers of sun that shone through the trees stung her skin. She hissed and pushed herself to go faster.
Her body slamed against the door to the shabby cabin. With her vampire strength and the rust on the door hinges, the door easily snapped off and slammed to the ground. She flinced at the racket and ran up to her room. Dust rose from the ground as she ran, unveiling ancient floors and rotting wood furniture. Even she didn't know exactly how old this place was.
With a sigh of relief she flopped down on her bed and waited for sleep to take her. Many thoughts spun through her mind. Thoughts about her night and what had happened. Thoughts about him.
She had been prying the window to a small room open when he woke up. She froze for a moment and watched to see how the human would react. Much to her surprise he didn't scream and run away. He stayed. He stared. He watched her as she watched him. Her glowing red eyes remained unmoving, her body was like a statue. He didn't take his eyes off her, but he did back up and lean against a small wooden cabinate. His hands pushed back the small clutter of items that were a mear sillhouette in the dark.
She narrowed her eyes and examined the look on his face. It was so smug. So irritating. She wanted to break through the window and feast on the hot red liquid that flowed life through his veins. They both knew that he knew what she wanted, but he remained unfazed by it.
After a while of staring each other down he pushed off the cabinate and slowly walked towards her. This sudden action startled her and made her ready herself to flee. For some reason she couldn't quite understand, she stayed. He slid the window open and leaned his head out into the moonlight.
She cringed at the smell of his blood, but quickly composed herself and studied him. His dark brown hair shone brightly in the moonlight, and his deep green eyes seemed to pierce right through her red ones. He seemed to study her as well, neither of them seemed like a threat at the moment.
"Are you going to come in, or stay out here and balance on my window sill?" he asked sauvely.
She licked her lips and crawled in. He slowly backed away and flipped on the lights, making her blink and let her eyes adjust. She couldn't remember the last time she was in the light. Much to her surprise, she wasn't burning. The smell of his blood circled her nostrils again, forcing her to push back the lump of thirst and blood lust that was rising in her throat.
"My name is Rhode, and I know what you are."
She remained silent and unmoving. She was right in front of the window, so if she felt the need to, she could bolt at any second. Many people knew what she was, but they always misjudged her. They thought she was either a monster or a 'vegetarian' vampire. She didn't waste her time chasing animals. They never satisfied her thirst or gave her the nutrition she needed to survive.
"Why are you letting me?" she inquired, her gaze hardening into a glare.
He walked closer to her, close enough that she had to force herself not to explode in frustration and rip him open.
"Ellie." she blurted out, "My name is Ellie."
He repeated it to himself and nodded in satisfaction. She rolled her tongue over her fangs and gripped the window frame. He grabbed her wrist and put her hand to the pulse on the side of his neck, as he craned his neck off to the side to expose the flesh.
"Why haven't you bitten me yet?" he asked curiously.
She swallowed hard and brought her fangs to his neck slowly. He remained again unfazed. The sharp tip nicked his skin, letting a single drop roll out and cling to her fang. She quickly pulled away and licked the sweet nectar.
"Why are you letting me?" she inquired, her gaze hardened into a glare.
He sat on his bed and looked up to her. She didn't move her glare, but her hands moved to her sides and made tight little fists. Her nails dug into her cold pale skin, as she tried to think about something other then the smell of his blood.
"I know you need to eat, and I'd rather be awake for it. I know you don't kill your victims, I've seen people's marks," he finally replied after what seemed to be an eternity.
He let her chew on this thought, then patted his bed. She quickly glanced out the window and back to him. He patted his bed again and she sat beside him. He moved her long blond hair from her face and stared deeply into her crimson eyes with great curiousity.
"Bite me." he demanded, letting his hand fall into her lap, "Bite. Me."
She flinched at the urgency in his voice. Was the boy a masochist? She closed her eyes and plunged. There was a soft groan beneath her before the boy was enloped in pure ecstacy. When she had her fill, she pulled away and wiped her lip.
He groaned and sat back up, as he coughed away the tingling sensation. She kept her gaze with the floor, and for the first time felt ashamed of what she had done. He took her cold cheeks in his hands and quickly pecked her lips. As soon as his lips touched hers, she hissed and pushed away. He flew onto the floor and she perched on the window sill. Waiting and watching. His eyes met hers and they stared at one another again, waiting to see who would make the first move.
After a while, he stood up and walked over to her. His hand gentally met her back, and this simple action calmed her considerably. The two returned to the bed, and his arms wrapped around her.
"Do you believe in love at first sight?" he whispered in her ear.
She bit her lip and gazed up at the window. She broke away from him and sprinted home, leaving the boy unanswered. Now she layed in her bed and stared at the ceiling. She wondered who he was, and why she felt this way.
Great job here. I'd love to read the rest of this should you continue. Which I encourage. I enjoyed your work. Keep it up.
I absolutely agree with the other reviewers. (And yes, i did read both of the reviews!) I have tried to write vampire stories but they fail, so now I'm sticking to regular people!!