From the dark I feel your lips.
002.
A chunk of flesh was ripped from her cheek and a gnawing pain ate at her neck. Asher cried out in agony and pried her eyes open, only to be confronted by darkness. "Fuck!" She hissed and pressed her palm against the heat radiating from her neck. She looked down at her body and quickly realized she wasn't at home on the dinning table anymore. She was laying in a bed with the covers wrapped tightly around her. Asher couldn't see well because of the darkness but even in the pitch black, she knew the dark colored walls weren't helping her vision.
The only thing Asher could think of doing was to yell. She let out a blood curdling scream and began thrashing under the covers, when suddenly, the light flipped on, revealing a tall, muscular man. His hair was dark and pointed in all different directions, his tattoos were poking from the half sleeved t-shirt he was wearing and his face looked pained.
"Shut the fuck up," He hissed, which only caused Asher to scream louder. "I said," He growled and ran toward her. He pressed her shoulders hard against the bed and straddled her waist. She did everything humanly possible to get him off of her but he wouldn't budge, it was like he was made of stone. "I said shut the fuck up!" He pulled open the side table drawer and removed a large roll of ducked tape. "You wanna scream some more?" He threatened, holding the heavy roll in front of her terrified eyes. The dark haired man allowed an arrogant grin to spread across his face as he began rolling off of Asher's small body. With him almost away from her, she let out another blood curdling scream. The dark haired man acted fast, he ripped a long piece of tape and grasped a handful of Asher's auburn hair. "A bitch needs to learn her manners," He whispered in her ear as he viciously slapped the tape against her mouth. He dug his nails into her wrists as he pinned them behind her back, he wrapped the tape around her hands and let his fingers dance slowly down each of her sides when he finished. "You're lucky I haven't killed you yet," He laughed and stared at the shaking little girl. She was so innocent and so pure, just the way he liked them. The man licked his lips and felt the sharp tips of his fangs, a smirk reappearing on his face.
"Vengeance should be here in a minute, be-fucking-have." He growled and slammed the door behind him. Asher curled her knees against her chest and closed her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take Eric, she couldn't take her parents, her brother, her life, and she sure as hell couldn't take her situation here. It was like one thing after another went wrong in her life and this was the cherry on top. She secretly wanted Eric to kill her but when that didn't happen, she wanted nothing more than the muscular man to finish her off.
"Shit," She heard that familiar voice. "What the fuck did he do to you?" In the doorway stood the beautiful green eyed Zachary. She couldn't believe he was real, it was like everything from her childhood had been turned completely upside down. "I'm going to fucking kill him," Zacky mumbled and pulled from his pocket, a small sliver pocket knife. With one flip of the wrist, the knife was exposed and he had it pressed against the tape on Asher's wrists in no time. He shook his head and unraveled it, then moved toward her mouth. "I'll do it like a bandaid," He whispered gently in her ear. "Quick and easy." Before Asher could nod her head, he had the ducked tape off and the only reminder was a soft sting against her plush lips. "I'm sorry," He mumbled. "Syn is an ass." Zacky smiled and ran a hand through Asher's hair. She cringed back and moved closer to the head board.
"How?" She breathed. "How are you here? I made you up! You were just an imaginary friend for a lonely girl!" She cried pressed the warm wound against her neck.
"You never made me up Ash," He placed his hand over hers and felt the heat searing into his skin. "I-" He paused and removed her hand to get a better look at the damage her left. "There is shit you would never understand." He spoke softly as he watched the wound swell. The two puncture marks seemed to gap open even more and her face contorted in torture.
"Yo-your chest," She hissed through gritted teeth and clawed at his shirt. "It's so f-ucking warm." Zacky pressed the back of his hand against the deathbat permanently inked on his skin. It was warm. Suddenly, he realized his own discomfort, not only did his chest burn but his cheek ached.
"Zack," She cried and removed her hands from her neck. "What's wrong with me?" She asked and stood to her feet. She felt light headed, her knees were buckling and the dizziness over powered her, causing her to crash back onto the bed. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She screamed and scanned the room for a mirror but none were present.
"I drew blood from your neck to make you pass out." He said quietly. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Asher processed his last statement.
"You what?" She questioned, "From a syringe?" Her eyes grew wide, "Couldn't you have just hit me?"
"No Asher, not from a syringe, and I would never hit you."
"Then how the hell did you draw blood?!" She screamed and slammed her clenched fist into his muscled shoulder.
"I'm a vampire." He said slowly. When Asher didn't say a word, he stood to his feet and left the room. Leaving Asher alone to process what took Zacky years to understand.
Vampire. It was like Asher was having a lucid dream about an Anne Rice novel but this was reality. A sick reality. A reality she needed to get out of. From what Asher read, vampires were dangerous, not like the glamorized Twilight versions. Vampires were killers, hunters of humans, and Asher was just a small mortal.
The walls in Asher's room were a dark forest green and the furniture was all painted black. There was no windows decorating the walls, only a small light bulb that hand from the ceiling. There was no way out but the door. Asher stood to her feet, her neck still agonizing but her dizziness had faded. She cautiously turned the knob and poked her head out. The large hall way was empty and the walls splashed with crimson paint danced all the way down until large double doors opened into the real world. Asher carefully closed the door behind her and turned to bolt for the door but just as she began to ran, she was pinned against the wall.
"And where do you think you're going?" The dark hair man known as "Syn," sneered. "Huh?" He asked. His long slender fingers gripped her hips forcefully and his thumbs rubbed lazy circles against the exposed skin on her hips. Syn's hands moved from her hips to her chest. He used one hand to over her mouth and the other to grip hard onto one of her breasts. She let out a muffled scream as he ran his hand back down to her hips and pushed the jeans lower than they already where. "You're so pure," He whispered huskily into her ear. "But you won't be once I'm done with you." He let his fangs graze the skin on her neck and just as he was about to dig in, Zacky burst through another door into the hall way.
"Get the fuck away from her Syn," Zack hissed and shoved him away from Asher's terrified frame. "If you ever," He wrapped an arm possessively around her waist and pushed her behind his body. "Touch her again, I will rip your fucking throat out." Everyone in the hall way knew his threat was serious but what Syn didn't understand was why? Why he would threaten him over this girl? Zack usually always shared his whores with his friends and he didn't see the difference between her and the others.
"Are you okay?" He breathed and placed two heavy hands on either sides of her shoulders. "I'm sorry." He sighed and pulled her into a hug but Asher didn't move. "You must be hungry." He whispered and pulled her down the hall and into the kitchen. She was still silent and still frozen. She barely even looked up at Zack as he slid a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. Asher stood still on the barstool. She was still trying to understand what went wrong with her life and why the hell she ended up in a house if vampires. She needed to leave and that's exactly what she planned on doing. Asher grabbed the plated sandwich and threw it against the wall, using that as a distraction, she bolted for the door.
"Asher!" Zack screamed, appearing in front of the door as she slammed into his body with such force that it knocked them both against the heavy wooden doors. "You can't fucking leave, okay?"
"I have to!" She sobbed and attempted to reach around him. "I need to go home!" Asher fell to her knees and covered her eyes with her palms.
"You are home," Zack hissed, he was starting to get angry. "Do you really want to leave?" He growled and threw the door open. "Go ahead leave. Leave when it's the most dangerous time of day, if you step foot out there right now, you'll be killed in a matter of seconds." Zack grabbed Asher by the shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. Asher gazed out the door. The skies were mixed dark grey and orange, filled with cotton candy clouds and scattered stars. A large ocean lay out before them and the tangerine sun reflected dimly off of it. "You're not in San Francisco anymore, you're in The City of Evil now. You're far from home Ash, and you're never going back."
The only thing Asher could think of doing was to yell. She let out a blood curdling scream and began thrashing under the covers, when suddenly, the light flipped on, revealing a tall, muscular man. His hair was dark and pointed in all different directions, his tattoos were poking from the half sleeved t-shirt he was wearing and his face looked pained.
"Shut the fuck up," He hissed, which only caused Asher to scream louder. "I said," He growled and ran toward her. He pressed her shoulders hard against the bed and straddled her waist. She did everything humanly possible to get him off of her but he wouldn't budge, it was like he was made of stone. "I said shut the fuck up!" He pulled open the side table drawer and removed a large roll of ducked tape. "You wanna scream some more?" He threatened, holding the heavy roll in front of her terrified eyes. The dark haired man allowed an arrogant grin to spread across his face as he began rolling off of Asher's small body. With him almost away from her, she let out another blood curdling scream. The dark haired man acted fast, he ripped a long piece of tape and grasped a handful of Asher's auburn hair. "A bitch needs to learn her manners," He whispered in her ear as he viciously slapped the tape against her mouth. He dug his nails into her wrists as he pinned them behind her back, he wrapped the tape around her hands and let his fingers dance slowly down each of her sides when he finished. "You're lucky I haven't killed you yet," He laughed and stared at the shaking little girl. She was so innocent and so pure, just the way he liked them. The man licked his lips and felt the sharp tips of his fangs, a smirk reappearing on his face.
"Vengeance should be here in a minute, be-fucking-have." He growled and slammed the door behind him. Asher curled her knees against her chest and closed her eyes. She couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't take Eric, she couldn't take her parents, her brother, her life, and she sure as hell couldn't take her situation here. It was like one thing after another went wrong in her life and this was the cherry on top. She secretly wanted Eric to kill her but when that didn't happen, she wanted nothing more than the muscular man to finish her off.
"Shit," She heard that familiar voice. "What the fuck did he do to you?" In the doorway stood the beautiful green eyed Zachary. She couldn't believe he was real, it was like everything from her childhood had been turned completely upside down. "I'm going to fucking kill him," Zacky mumbled and pulled from his pocket, a small sliver pocket knife. With one flip of the wrist, the knife was exposed and he had it pressed against the tape on Asher's wrists in no time. He shook his head and unraveled it, then moved toward her mouth. "I'll do it like a bandaid," He whispered gently in her ear. "Quick and easy." Before Asher could nod her head, he had the ducked tape off and the only reminder was a soft sting against her plush lips. "I'm sorry," He mumbled. "Syn is an ass." Zacky smiled and ran a hand through Asher's hair. She cringed back and moved closer to the head board.
"How?" She breathed. "How are you here? I made you up! You were just an imaginary friend for a lonely girl!" She cried pressed the warm wound against her neck.
"You never made me up Ash," He placed his hand over hers and felt the heat searing into his skin. "I-" He paused and removed her hand to get a better look at the damage her left. "There is shit you would never understand." He spoke softly as he watched the wound swell. The two puncture marks seemed to gap open even more and her face contorted in torture.
"Yo-your chest," She hissed through gritted teeth and clawed at his shirt. "It's so f-ucking warm." Zacky pressed the back of his hand against the deathbat permanently inked on his skin. It was warm. Suddenly, he realized his own discomfort, not only did his chest burn but his cheek ached.
"Zack," She cried and removed her hands from her neck. "What's wrong with me?" She asked and stood to her feet. She felt light headed, her knees were buckling and the dizziness over powered her, causing her to crash back onto the bed. "What the fuck did you do to me?" She screamed and scanned the room for a mirror but none were present.
"I drew blood from your neck to make you pass out." He said quietly. The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Asher processed his last statement.
"You what?" She questioned, "From a syringe?" Her eyes grew wide, "Couldn't you have just hit me?"
"No Asher, not from a syringe, and I would never hit you."
"Then how the hell did you draw blood?!" She screamed and slammed her clenched fist into his muscled shoulder.
"I'm a vampire." He said slowly. When Asher didn't say a word, he stood to his feet and left the room. Leaving Asher alone to process what took Zacky years to understand.
Vampire. It was like Asher was having a lucid dream about an Anne Rice novel but this was reality. A sick reality. A reality she needed to get out of. From what Asher read, vampires were dangerous, not like the glamorized Twilight versions. Vampires were killers, hunters of humans, and Asher was just a small mortal.
The walls in Asher's room were a dark forest green and the furniture was all painted black. There was no windows decorating the walls, only a small light bulb that hand from the ceiling. There was no way out but the door. Asher stood to her feet, her neck still agonizing but her dizziness had faded. She cautiously turned the knob and poked her head out. The large hall way was empty and the walls splashed with crimson paint danced all the way down until large double doors opened into the real world. Asher carefully closed the door behind her and turned to bolt for the door but just as she began to ran, she was pinned against the wall.
"And where do you think you're going?" The dark hair man known as "Syn," sneered. "Huh?" He asked. His long slender fingers gripped her hips forcefully and his thumbs rubbed lazy circles against the exposed skin on her hips. Syn's hands moved from her hips to her chest. He used one hand to over her mouth and the other to grip hard onto one of her breasts. She let out a muffled scream as he ran his hand back down to her hips and pushed the jeans lower than they already where. "You're so pure," He whispered huskily into her ear. "But you won't be once I'm done with you." He let his fangs graze the skin on her neck and just as he was about to dig in, Zacky burst through another door into the hall way.
"Get the fuck away from her Syn," Zack hissed and shoved him away from Asher's terrified frame. "If you ever," He wrapped an arm possessively around her waist and pushed her behind his body. "Touch her again, I will rip your fucking throat out." Everyone in the hall way knew his threat was serious but what Syn didn't understand was why? Why he would threaten him over this girl? Zack usually always shared his whores with his friends and he didn't see the difference between her and the others.
"Are you okay?" He breathed and placed two heavy hands on either sides of her shoulders. "I'm sorry." He sighed and pulled her into a hug but Asher didn't move. "You must be hungry." He whispered and pulled her down the hall and into the kitchen. She was still silent and still frozen. She barely even looked up at Zack as he slid a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her. Asher stood still on the barstool. She was still trying to understand what went wrong with her life and why the hell she ended up in a house if vampires. She needed to leave and that's exactly what she planned on doing. Asher grabbed the plated sandwich and threw it against the wall, using that as a distraction, she bolted for the door.
"Asher!" Zack screamed, appearing in front of the door as she slammed into his body with such force that it knocked them both against the heavy wooden doors. "You can't fucking leave, okay?"
"I have to!" She sobbed and attempted to reach around him. "I need to go home!" Asher fell to her knees and covered her eyes with her palms.
"You are home," Zack hissed, he was starting to get angry. "Do you really want to leave?" He growled and threw the door open. "Go ahead leave. Leave when it's the most dangerous time of day, if you step foot out there right now, you'll be killed in a matter of seconds." Zack grabbed Asher by the shoulders and hoisted her to her feet. Asher gazed out the door. The skies were mixed dark grey and orange, filled with cotton candy clouds and scattered stars. A large ocean lay out before them and the tangerine sun reflected dimly off of it. "You're not in San Francisco anymore, you're in The City of Evil now. You're far from home Ash, and you're never going back."
2/24/13