《Dangerous Devotion》 New slayer ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° The night was cold, too cold to find anyone on the streets. He needed somewhere better, a quick meal before the night was done and the moon hid away; only to leave the morning sun that would turn Blake on to a deathly road that never ends. He walked with a purpose, with his senses running a mock with hunger. He hadn¡¯t drunk in days due to the wallowing in self-pity and he needed to get himself together before the uncontrollable monster took over him and drank half the town. He could smell the storm that was brewing above his head; a tense dampness lingering and full of foreboding. The concrete on which he walked supported every powerful step as his mind wondered to what he was and the long road he had taken. He could barely feel anymore, both physically and mentally. It wasn¡¯t such a bad thing, given the nature of his new life, but it was an empty existence, and a long one to live at that. Standing still he rained in all his thoughts and set control of what he needed to do; feed. Blake breathed in the air, searching for his victim. He needed someone weak, someone, without a fight... The sweet scent of death soon lingered in his nose. It was an easy target but the way he felt at that moment, he didn¡¯t care. No one was there to judge him. No one was ever there. In a matter of seconds, he was where he needed to be. The walls were high and littered with windows. It looked like flats stacked up one by one. The bricks were a dull brown, matching the windows. The smell was welcoming him, enticing him to take what he needed. From where he stood, he could see one open window, he sensed it was the one that held his target. He hoped it was too¡­ he was running out of time and energy. He hesitated for a moment, it was funny how the one window that was open, was the one he needed to enter. Ignoring his consciousness, he crouched down like the animal he was and pounced. Jumping in from the open window with ease, he saw a young girl, about 14, sleeping slowly with a steady heartbeat. Her honey hair shining in the moonlight. Her skin was pale and seemingly flawless. She was beautifully innocent. Her heart was a lullaby cradling his own. She was not his hunt. She was too beautiful, too perfect to be lavished in the horror of her own blood. She was so innocent, so blind to the murderous savage of himself. Walking past her, he took one last glance and headed towards her bedroom door. Following the scent of death once again. It led him to an old woman, asleep in front of a rich fire that seemed to call for his black heart to warm up and relax. He didn¡¯t want to be this¡­ but he was what he was, he couldn¡¯t change that. Looking away from the flickering flames, he let his vampire take over so that all the nice, calming things around him were forgotten and he could feed. His fangs pushed through his gums like a paper cut, a side affect of avoiding their use. His eyes focussed on the pulsation of the woman¡¯s heart beat and without a second thought, he was letting the warm liquid fill his mouth. It was warm and welcoming in the cool night. The frenzy began. He was beyond the hope of stopping, drawing on every drop. The weak heart of the elderly woman in her chair didn¡¯t last long. Standing up he turned to go back towards the window he crept in from, but the sleeping beauty blocked his path. He was stuck. He starred at her, those eyes now glossy from unshed tears. What was it about her eyes? It was as though she could see right through him, deep into his dangerous soul. It was unnerving but he couldn¡¯t look away, he was lost in the pits of her pupils. What had he done? He knew what she now saw, a monster, and a murderer. He thought she would scream, thought she would hold fear in her eyes. She didn¡¯t. Her face flickered with emotion, like the fire behind him. Her heart was steady and sure. She wasn¡¯t afraid, not even a little. His brow creased, why wasn¡¯t she scared? She was so young. Okay, it was time to leave. He rushed past her determined to get out, he needed the cool of the night to assure him, of what? He wasn¡¯t sure. ¡°Wait¡­¡± a hesitant voice whispered to him, making him stop without a thought. It was soft and sure like her heart. ¡°I¡¯m sorry,¡± was the only words he could muster up the courage to say and with that he was gone¡­ ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° Painful ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° Shit! Wasn¡¯t thought about. ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° Empty. Everywhere black, apart from one light. A single candle, everywhere that the light touched was illuminated. And then out of the corner of his eye, a red puddle. It smelt like blood. Not just anyone¡¯s blood. He turned around and saw her, Missey¡¯s slender body, lifeless, her eyes drained of their precious heat. Pain shot through his heart like a stake through a vampire. Something had been lost, an innocent life had been lost, a loved life. Gasping for air, he collapsed beside her cried, the first time he had cried, big bellowing sobs. Heart retching agony paralysed him to her body. He couldn''t let go, he wouldn''t. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. ¡° ¡° ¡° is ¡°Oh for fuck sake. Could this day get any worse? Maybe this was actually a good opportunity¡­ Wait, this is what he wanted. ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° What the Fuck? Truth be told Chapter 3 Truth be told ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡°he ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡°you ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° ¡° "I walked in and she was packing the rest of my clothes, which I left there. I should have seen it coming; she was acting so weird around me, avoiding my eyes, blocking conversation. She was flustered like something was going to happen. It was.¡± Tears rolled down her face. He brushed it away with his hand and then kissed her gently. ¡°It¡¯s okay, I know your pain,¡± he whispered his head against hers. Together they were standing on the edge of the trees, he pulled her closer to him for an embrace, burying his chin in her coat. ¡°I will always be here for you Missey. We will keep each other sane.¡± He assured her looking into her teary yet still beautiful eyes. ¡°Now let¡¯s have some fun, shall we?¡± suggesting towards the woods. Missey nodded, a devilish smile took the place of her sorrow; she led the way.