Burning Lust of a Frightening Dark Lover Ch. 01byporcalindoll1604©
Some call love a curse
She as much apart for this broken heart
But See, broken bones always seem to mend
I'll taste the devils tears
Drink from his soul
But I'll never give up you...
(Angus & Julia: The devils tears)
'Letting her go?' The thought alone just sickened and angered me. I need her and not just because we've been together for five hundred and thirteen years either.
I first saw Krista in the year two thousand an ten in Greensboro, North Carolina. I caused a lot of commotion in the big cities, killing people for fun and naturally because I could. I never minded those idiots, who took credit for the murders I committed, or the poor innocence Smuts that got arrested and charged for my crimes. An indeed they were horrible. Men, women and children would suffer for my cruel nature. No one was off limits to my wrath. The saddest thing is I only did it for my entertainment.
Indeed, bored out my mind which is why I was out driving around in the extremely quiet place in Greensboro. I drove and drove with no destination in mind.
I was in a new white Mercedes that I just killed some old man for when I first laid eyes on her.
She was wearing dark jeans and a black tank with red flames on the front and her black hair blowing softly in the wind behind her as she ran across the street. Her light golden skin stood out from all the dark colors, so bright and smooth. Her big green eyes are what made me go after her, well what those green eyes held inside. Even through her contacts I saw the pure innocence's of the girl.
Impatiently I watched as the girl smiled sweetly at the car in front of me and continued to run towards some apartment complex. I would probably have to wait and stalk her out. That's always fun.
I drove inside as she cut across some play ground towards the entrance of the parking lot towards some houses. I quickly put my car in reverse and drove around and parked on the side.
No one was outside.
Krista froze near a stop sign and looked around; she didn't even see me peeping at her from behind a white house.
She started to half speed walk an half run for some reason and that's when I came out from behind the house an hit her in the back of her head with my fist. Poor thing hit the ground with a loud thud.
Funny thing is there was an old lady standing in her screen with wide eyes and she just closed the door as if to say 'I didn't see anything'. Smart broad. She looked as if she was a foot from the grave anyway, I would have hated to send her early.
I picked up my new toy and carried her away to my new getaway car, laid her in the back seat and drove away happily. Getting her was way too easy and fast.
Telling myself that I went after her because she was taunting me with that ridiculously sweet smile. As if she knew that I had to leave that beautiful estate in L.A. because some balding cop with nothing better to do was starting to get a little suspicious of me because a lot of girls went missing and I happened to be at all three of the night clubs in surveillance. Out of millions and billions of people my face stuck in his mind and he happened to remember me at other clubs. It was absurd to think that she was taunting me with that smile like she knew especially since she wasn't even smiling at me, didn't even look my way.
I didn't consciously know it was the innocents in those pretty eyes of hers until I really sat and digested what it was about the girl that drove me mad with want. I didn't exactly even know what I wanted from her either.
Did I want to kill her? Rape her? Torture her? Keep her for awhile as my slave? Amuse myself for awhile? I didn't know. All I knew is that I wanted her and I'm cocky enough to admit that what I want I get.
I pulled up to a nice big brick mansion that was far away from where the girl lived.
I retrieved the place by following an old man in his white Mercedes to his home in my black Eclipse. I was good at picking out rich people, having perfected the skills for a long time.
I followed him from a drug store and walked right in behind him and moved to the side when he went to close the door. He went towards what I found out later was a kitchen and I went up the stairs to investigate my new living quarters. It was spacious enough for me. Everything was so clean and white and I loved the idea of painting the place red.
Later that night when the old man was in front of the TV in a white recliner I appeared.
The mans eyes went wide and before he could asked the infamous question, "Who are you" I showed him my true face. Where my skin gets paler and my eyes go amber, blue and green veins popped in my face more poetic and my sharp, thick fangs.
" I have come from the deepest depths of hell and I'm here to take you back with me. Are you ready Jeff?" I asked. I knew his name from the mail I seen in one of the rooms.
The man grabbed at his chest, his face turned red and he had a heart attack right in front of me. I burst out laughing, wondering why Ive never done that before. Well it took the trouble of me actually killing him and painting the rooms red. I dragged his body outside and placed it in an old beat up Chevy that he had in his garage. It must have had sentimental value or something.
I knew I had a week, maybe two before the old gizzards family would come to check on him.
I carried Krista out the car an up the stairs to the left wing. She was so peaceful. Being knocked out does that to a girl. If she was up she would be anything but.
I stripped her out of her clothes to get a good look at my new prize. She had on a fuchsia thong on with white and black designs on it and a plain fuchsia bra. At the time I thought 'Children, they grow up too fast.' From the looks of her she was still young and already wearing a thong.
I surveyed her little body. She was maybe 5/1 in height, maybe one hundred an ten pounds. Her skin wasn't flawless or perfect by a long shot like I assumed but it still was a beautiful golden glow about it despite her human flaws. She had several scrapes on her lower legs, a sign that she was more of a playful girl. Not afraid to get bruised or scratch. Her eyes were wide and olive shape that slanted a little bit at the ends. She has plump pink lips, strong nose, chubby cheeks and nice arched dark brown eyebrows.
Her breathing started to increase and stutter, she was awakening. I moved backed from her and awaited for her pretty eyes to open and for her to get that look like so many before her. That look that said 'Where am I?' The fun part is when they realize whats happened and then that dumb founded look is replaced by one of sheer terror.
Krista disappointed at first.
She awoke barely opening her eyes. "Kristen?" She called out.
"Kristen, I know your there I can hear you breathing. Hand me my mirror please." I smile at the 'I can hear you breathing' part. She'd soon find out I'm not who she thinks I am, and I for one thought I was breathing quietly.
'Who the fuck is Kristen?' I asked myself as I crepted into the master bathroom and grabbed a square mirror handle and walked back out to her silently.
"Thanks bro." She said. I smiled at that. Kristen's a brother. Might kill him anyway.
In the barley lit room she proceeds to take out her contacts. When shes done she holds them out on her finger tips, she almost rubs her eyes an stopped, being mindful of her make up. Impressive, that she took them off in the dark and didn't even ask me to turn on a brighter light. I guess the little lamp was enough. You never know with humans, their eye sight can be real shitty some times.
I wanted to taunt her. To say in a sing song voice, 'No bro, bro here'.
As if she heard me, as if on cue she turns her head my way.
Finally she looks up.