My story

"Why the hell are you acting this way, Scarlaine?" Ian yelled, fists clenching tighter.
"Ian, I don't mean to! I really don't!" I took a long pause "You just don't understand!" I screamed. "Oh, I understand perfectly!" he yelled, and turned to walk out the door. "Ian-" I started, reaching for his arm. "Scarlaine, listen." he took an extended sigh "I can't put up with you no more. So, just...stay away. Haven't you already hurt me enough?" he explained. He turned again, and gracefully walked out the door. The door slammed shut behind him, and he was gone. What I thought was supposed to be my soul mate, was gone. I didn't mean to act like that toward him. All the yelling, screaming, hitting, throwing things...just wasn't me. I didn't even understand myself. I had lost control for no reason. I scared Ian, and I scared myself. I have completely ruined...everything.
My track of thought was disturbed by distinct knocking at my bedroom door. I was thinking about ignoring it, until I heard Ian's voice. "Scarlaine! I forgot something. Open the door!" I got up, slowly walked over to the door, and opened it. Not to my surprise, Ian was standing there with a stern look on his face.
"Are you here to rip out my heart, other than just break it more?" I asked. He looked at me for a moment. "No, I just forgot my necklace." he said, looking down at the golden locket that was laying perfectly on my chest. I wrapped my fingers around the locket, jerked it off, and violently threw it at his chest. "Take it..."
He said nothing. "Oh, and what about the ring?" I asked, lifting up my hand to reveal a beautiful diamond ring.
"I want you to keep it." he said, dropping the necklace I had thrown at him in his left pocket.
"And why the hell would you want me to do that?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Because, it represents the love we used to have" he said, fervently and harshly.
"The love that we used to have?" I thought.
"So, now that I have the thing I came back for...I can leave." he said. When he turned to leave, a deep, beautiful voice came into my head. "You know you want to Scarlaine. Go for it. Dig in." it said. Ian turned to look at me. "I would leave now if I were you" I said, trying to avoid my devouring hunger. I didn't know if I could resist it. His pale neck caught my attention. "Again, Scarlaine. Dig in." the voice said again. "I can't. Not now." I said, to myself.
I couldn't stand to look at him any longer. I slammed the door shut, making the picture on my wall shake. I inhaled deeply, and walked over to the bed, and fell backwards unto it. I layed there, thinking about the beautiful voice that had been in my head, then drifted off to a deep sleep.

2 days later....
My hunger was trying to overpower me, and make me desperate for anything. It was driving me crazy, and I wasn't sure of what to do, but I had an idea. My stomach was burning, and was craving blood. I couldn't take it any more, and I had to do something right away.
I walked over to the balcony window, and opened it. I climbed out, and headed down the stairs that was attached to the side of the wall. I went down the stairs as quickly and as quietly as possible, and went across the street. I entered the woods, and dodged trees, as I ran to my favorite spot. The creek.


I sunk my teeth in, and felt the warm blood escape from it. It let out a cry, but then went limp. Poor rabbit I thought. I licked my lips after I was done. I knew that wasn't going to hold me for long. Probably later on, I will hate what I have become. I don't want to kill anything nor anyone. I want to live a normal life.
I hate Lucifer. I despise him with a dying passion....why me?
I was disturbed by my Vampire senses. It was an unique smell, and it was coming from the tree I was sitting up against. Different colored leaves began to fall on me.
Someone or something is up there I thought. I was curious, and decided to go to the other tree that was beside the previous one. It was quiet. After a few silent moments, it began to happen again. Leaves went everywhere. Something is following me I thought. I looked up and saw the most beautiful thing.

Chapter 2....
"Why are you following me?" I asked. He smiled, and revealed his fangs. His bangs reached his cheek bones, and the rest of the black hair was spiky all over. He was half way laying and half way sitting up on the branch of the tree that was about 5 feet from the ground.
I think I blushed when he smiled, but I hope not. He knows....
" I wasn't following you. You happened to be sitting under my tree, and your smell interested me." he replied, changing his position, to where his legs hung off the branch. He was wearing dark wash blue jeans, and a black hoodie with no shirt under it. You could tell, because his chest showed.
"Your tree?"
"That's right, my tree." he said.
"Mmhmm".
"What?"
"How come I haven't seen you before?" I asked.
"You couldn't sense my presence before, when you were human" he replied, letting the last word roll off his tongue.
Oh my god, he is so freaking sexy I thought.
"Thank you, babe" he said, blushing a little, which brought color to his pale face.
"My name is, Scarlaine, and what are you thanking me for?"
"Am I really sexy?" he asked. He lunged off the tree branch, and landed in front of me. He leaned back on the tree, and propped his foot up. "Well?"
Did he just read my mind?
"Only when I want to" he chuckled.
"Well don't! My thoughts are--"
"Lustful?" he asked.
"Yes, shh" I demanded. My attention was now focused on the fawn that was making it's way to the water. My mouth began to water.
I could smell, even taste, the blood.
"You know you want to, Scarlaine. Go for it. Dig in" the Vampire said. I spun around quickly and stared into his blood red eyes.



Chapter 3

His voice. I've heard it before...only in my head though.
"Scarlaine?" he asked.
"You....you are the voice that was in my head the other day..." I said. He laughed. He unpropped his leg and started to walk away. I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled. "You aren't just going to walk away without an explanation!"
"And why not?" he asked, turning his head toward me.
"Because...your just not. I want to know why you were in my head, telling me the same thing that you just got done saying." I explained.
"Look...that I cannot tell you."