《Blood & Honey #1》*Prologue*
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This is a fictitious story. The thoughts, beliefs, and general premises bears no semblance to the author's personal beliefs. Please take this story for what it is—a made up story of what it would be like IF vampires existed, why they came into existence ,and can a human actually fall in love with a monster.
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An angelic face stares into my soul, hungry to take it. I've never seen such a handsome face, but the beauty is lost as this same face is stained with the blood of my parents.
"I've been waiting for you," the man coos at me, his dark, ominous gaze fixed on me. Something about his eyes is otherworldly. Haunting and demonic almost. He resembles a man, but how could a man do such a thing?
"Me?" The rasp in my voice falters. The stench of death permeates the air the way it did when a rat died in the attic right by my bedroom air vent last summer. This time, the intensity of the smell leaves me choking. I can almost taste the rot, foul and metallic.
"Yes, I've been watching you for some time. It looks like I finally got you alone." A sinister smile creeps onto his face, brandishing me a view of pointed teeth. His canines and first premolar sharpened like a carnivorous animal with fangs.
This is no man that stands before me. It's a monster, a demon, a creature from hell.
Water gathers along my lower lashes, spilling over. My parents' lifeless bodies are lying in crimson puddles. Their throats ripped open while their cracked-opened ribs expose their insides as if their hearts exploded from their chests. Faintness sweeps through me when I realize that the heaps of flesh on the floor next to my parents are the remains of their torn-out hearts.
From the amount of blood in their room, I know my parents fought until their last breath was torn from them at the hands of a monster that shows no remorse. The evil glint in his eyes as I look back and forth between him and my butchered loved ones speaks of the joy he derived from ending their lives.
I'm standing in the presence of pure malevolence.
Oxygen comes in strangled gasps I force down. My lungs caught in tremors the rest of me already lost the fight too.
An animalistic growl vibrates in the back of the demon's throat, the sound gouging its way into the marrow of my bones.
"Stay away. Get back! Stay away from me!" I scream as the demon takes a step toward me.
He laughs deep and throaty, my fear amusing to him.
"Aw, come now. I mean no harm. I just want what is owed to me." His words roll off him like a velvet cloak embedded with thorns and shards of glass. He wets his scarlet-stained lips with his tongue as he looks me up and down.
It isn't a look of admiration of my slender build. It's dissecting, pausing at all the places he yearns to bring to the surface. The lack of a weapon, the deep red dried from his hand all the way to his elbow. Even in the dim light, this demon cannot hide.
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His physique resembles a mythological god sent from Hades, all harsh angles carved from stone with veins jutting out from underneath translucent skin. But that arm, that arm covered just like his face. It's an instrument of death and pain.
I try to get the words out to ask him what it is he thinks my family owes him, but none come. They are trapped within my shaking body, my muscles and bones having turned into gelatin that has no ramekin to help shape them.
In an instant, my quivering legs are no longer struggling to stand on their own, for the monster has me in his powerful grip. His sculpted torso presses against my back, keeping me upright.
Tears stream down my cheeks as he forces me to look at my parents.
Why didn't I come home sooner? The whole weekend I spent with my friends...this was happening.
"If you would have come home like you were supposed to, they would still be alive," he whispers in my ear, tangling his words around my heart like a venomous snake he intends to use to torment my soul further. "Instead, you left your poor parents all by themselves. Don't worry. I blew out your candles for you."
Teeth scrape along the nape of my neck before the demon nuzzles his cheek against my jaw. He grabs my chin, his index finger and thumb tilting my face up so that my throat is lengthened and made vulnerable to him.
"Make a wish. We can pretend your parents are the candles. It's okay they are already blown out. I didn't make one when I killed them so I'll let you have this one. A last farewell of sorts"
Anguish scrunches my face, a lone tear trickling down. My head involuntarily shakes, desperately attempting to deny everything. It's hard to deny when my parents are only a few feet away, their blood everywhere: the walls, the ceiling, soaked into the carpet.
I squeeze my eyes shut when the demon positions the point of his teeth over the artery running underneath the thin skin of my neck.
This is it. This is how I'm going to die.
"A word of advice, you will never be able to out run your fate. Death is the resolution to every human's life."
Two pricks pierce my skin before another pair of razor-sharp teeth embeds themselves into my neck, the first notably longer than the last as they shred past muscle and flesh with ease.
I don't fight it. How could I possibly go on living after seeing what this thing did to my parents? I'd rather die today than live with the image of their torn bodies forever engraved in my mind.
Next, the demon with fangs sinks his bottom canines into me, making me cry out. He offers me zero warning before he clamps his mouth down on me in a savage manner that causes my knees to give way. I long to fall to the floor, yet the creature holds me against him, locking me to him so that there is no escape.
Sticky warmth trickles down my neck and onto my collarbone. The demon's ruthless bite sends searing heat shooting into my shoulder and left arm. It isn't long before numbness grips me. A small mercy granted. My end will be carried out in the same brutal fashion as my parents—heart torn out at the hands of something that shouldn't exist.
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"Step away from the girl."
My eyes flutter open. Five officers have their guns drawn and pointed in our direction.
"I said, step away from the girl and put your hands in the air." The slide of an officer's gun clicks into place.
"Hands up. Place them behind your head and face the wall," another officer reiterates the command.
The image of the demon snapping my neck enters my mind, filling the air with a sense of tension as my concern seems to be mirrored by the officers. With visibly hindered by the lack of adequate light, I wonder if the officers can see he isn't human, that this isn't a call of domestic abuse that has grown out of control or a wayward intruder that broke in.
The creature pulls his fangs from my neck, the absence of his teeth drawing my attention to a strange coldness traveling in the pathways of my veins. Everything the icy liquid touches gets paralyzed. My mind screams at my body to move, to run away, but I'm trapped, held prisoner by this freezing toxin taking over me.
Panic sets in as the poison the demon must have injected me with begins shutting down my body forcibly despite my protest.
I can't breathe.
I attempt to inhale air into my straining lungs, but I can't. My lungs aren't working.
"It appears our time has come to a premature end. Pity, I was looking forward to draining you until there wasn't an ounce of scrumptious blood left in your carcass," the demon whispers into my ear.
The cold liquid traveling in my veins enters the chambers of my heart, burning me as if it were dry ice. I convulse against whatever substance is polluting my bloodstream.
When the demon lets go, I fall to the floor, my body jerking in violent spasms I can't control. One by one, the liquid ice tunneling through me destroys my senses as it flips the breakers to my organs into the permanent off position.
Who knew having one's body shut down could be so painful?
Glass shatters.
A serenade of bullets and rapid-fire bangs! pierce the sliver of consciousness my mind is holding onto that lets me know I'm still alive.
I wish it wouldn't. I wish I would pass out. It's scary to know that I'm on this slow path toward death. I just want it to end.
"Shit. He jumped through the window."
"He won't be able to get far, not when he's been pumped full of lead. He must be strung out on PCP."
Angry words from the officers swirl in my head as paramedics rush to my side. My waning heart beats once more, then silence. Agony tears into my chest as my brain wills my heart to beat again.
It doesn't.
Darkness...
A dark so black it makes a black hole seem light a source of light engulfs me.
Consciousness somehow finds me, yet my surroundings have changed. I am no longer at my house.
"Where...where am I?" I ask the blue blur I can barely make out as a person leaning over me.
"You're in an ambulance. You passed out. We're almost to the hospital."
My stomach churns. A wave of nausea hits me. Something's wrong.
"I need to sit up." A violent, vile force pushes inside me, and my body wants it out.
The paramedic next to me pushes me down when I try to sit up. "Calm down, miss. We're almost there."
I struggle against the paramedic as he holds me down. It feels like I'm drowning. Blood seeps out from my mouth as I heave because there is no more room to accommodate the battle happening inside me.
The paramedic sits me up and vomit ejects from me like I've become a fountain, only water isn't what is spewing from me...blood is—dark, thick, burgundy blood. I vomit again and again. I don't know how, or why, but each time I hurl, it feels like evil is being purged from me.
The ambulance comes to a stop. The doors swing open, revealing the nurses and doctors awaiting my arrival. Red splatters every surface of the ambulance, including the paramedic that rode in the back with me. He stays frozen in place, the barrage of questions the doctors' fire at him lost to the unnerved expression in his dilated eyes.
I sit trembling in a pool of my puke, a pool that consists of nothing but my blood in raw form. There is so much blood. I don't understand how I am alive if all this came out of me. It doesn't make sense.
I look down at my blood-covered hands. Seeing the mixture of flesh tones beneath the red causes images of my mangled parents to come roaring back.
It can't be.
They can't be dead.
Someone tell me that isn't how they died!
My head jerks backward, my eyes widening as a bloody face takes my parents' place.
That face...Those teeth...No, that couldn't have happened. That wasn't real. This is all a dream. Wake up. Wake up! My sanity snaps.
Deep down, I know the horrible images stuck in my mind are real. This is my reality. My family is gone, murdered, butchered, torn apart at the hands of a monster.
I completely lose myself, drawn back into those gruesome moments: my parents' bodies, their hearts lying beside them, the creature's fanged smile, his arms holding me so tight that it feels like my bones are about to snap.
I thrash away from the touch of human skin, kicking and hitting those who are trying to help me, but I can't help it. All I see is the face of a demon, the feel of his cold skin against mine, and the pain he's inflicting as he sinks his teeth further into my neck.
A doctor jabs a needle into my arm, stripping me of my delusion and strength. I begin to relax, whatever drug they gave me taking effect but not strong enough to make me forget the nightmare that is still coursing through my veins, a nightmare that was real.
My sixteenth birthday was supposed to be a day of celebration. Instead, it will forever be a day of mourning. A day I met a demon with an angel's face.
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