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It's SPOOKTACULAR
TITLE:"THE CURSE"
AUTHOR: Doppelganger44
CATEGORY: Wild Card (4 drabbles; 100 words each)
1.
“Go ahead,” Brian whispered in my ear.
This…abnormality…whatever it is that’s overpowering me, sent his voice echoing inside my head like a scream in an empty, vast, eerie cathedral. Blood’s being pumped furiously all throughout my body at the sight of his luscious, pulsing neck.
A hiss escaped my lips, fangs grinding my bottom canine. The bite marks on my neck burns…
“I can’t…” I said without looking at him. How can I look at the man I love who’s asking me to take his mortality?
“Why not?” His words bore in my skin.
“I cannot take your life, Brian.”
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2.
I can see his fangs glistening like polished porcelain. Fire intensifies deep within me. He’s refusing to take my life…he’s determined to dismiss my offer. I put my hand around his neck, pulling his face closer to mine. His eyes are bluer than ever. I lowered my face towards his. I heard a long sniff coming from him. He inhaled the scent in my skin. His eyes are closed tightly as he let the air fill his lungs. I pressed my lips on his.
“Take me…” I said afterwards.
“But why desire this curse?”
Curse?
I caressed his pale cheek.
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3.
I can read his mind. I can hear his thoughts. My chest tightens as I meet his hazel eyes.
He doesn’t want to put it into words, but his thoughts are clear. His reasons plays repeatedly in his head; I listen to each of his words…
Now both of his hands clasps my bare and burning neck; his mouth once again on mine’s. His kiss deepens.
Is it fear I smell? Lust? Longing? Love?
Maybe all of them at the same time?
Emotions seeps out of his pores, straight into my nostrils.
Yes, Brian…as you wish.
We’ll be together…For eternity.
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4.
He releases himself from my hands. My skin felt the wounded flesh on his neck.
Swiftly, he moved me to the bed…my slender body underneath him. A suave hand caress my neck, involuntarily, my upper body arched towards him. In preparation to a ritual, he once again brushed my skin with his pale hand. Then, he leaned forward.
I shiver in anticipation and nervousness.
Closer, his mouth, fangs and soft, full lips meets my neck.
He bites, quickly. My body convulses. I wrapped my arms around him as he drinks my blood…taking my life and giving me eternity.
With him.