Snippet #2329896

Rosetta whipped around at the sound of a voice. “Vampire.” A man in his early twenties was walking towards the odd group. He was beautiful, there was no doubt, but his pale face was contorted in rage. Other than that, though, he was very attractive but there was something about him that made him seem higher and stronger than the rest of the group. It would be nice to look at his slender figure all day. Never the less Rose tore her gaze away from him. Now that her mind wasn’t in a hazy state, she could think about that two syllable word.
Vampire. She repeated it in her head and then spoke it again out loud. It rolled out of her soft lips and seemed to surround her whole body. It had a sweet taste to it and Rose smiled. It didn’t bother her, at least not now when she was in blood lust. But of course she knew it could easily turn vile and create a killer. But that didn’t matter today. All that mattered was the boy in front of her. He smelt so good. Not like the other boy had smelled. Not even like the cat eared male. This man was a rare high class meal and right now she felt like a poor starving peasant. But her dinner was probably heavily guarded, that she somehow knew.
She stepped forward and for the second time she was interrupted. A searing pain burst into her chest. It hurt, it BURNED, horribly. She hissed and peered down in annoyance. Fumbling for a few seconds she found the locket buried in her clothing. She sensed that this was the source of irritation. She tried yanking it off, but even with her super strength the chain didn’t break. Whatever. She let if fall back in place, this time outside of her apparel. The chain was too small to slip around her head and she didn’t want to take the time to undo the clasp, not at this crucial moment. The burning sensation wouldn’t be able to reach through the two layers anyway.
For the third time Rose advanced towards her prey and for the third time she was hindered. The pain was now no longer a slight aggravation. Now it was torture and a terrible affliction that throbbed and ached. She gasped as she felt her knees give out and she dropped to the ground. She heard the man laugh quietly. “Well, well. Already bowing at my feet. I suppose I’ll do the honors of killing you.” He started striding toward the girl. Only eighteen years of living and I’m already dead she thought. Squeezing her eyes shut she winced in anticipation.
But only a gasp awaited her small, rounded ears as the boy doubled over as well. She looked up as best as she could. The pain was fading. She didn’t know why this prey had fallen, but it was her chance. She inched forward grimacing at the pain. His soft downy hair tickled her. It was bright and shined in the afternoon light. Her lips parted and her sharp fangs slipped out. Then, pressing her lips to the boys neck, she bit down.