everlastingporcelain:

“Do you
still believe in perfection?” A soft female voice asked, breaking the silence
that surrounded the abandoned walls of what had been once a home, the
wallpapers were rotting, the bats had claimed the upstairs, the figure of a
curvy young female could be distinguished within the weak lights that managed
to spare the room’s darkness, she looked holy, unlike everything around her;
Everything was dying, vanishing, everything but her and the young male curling
up against the darkest corner.  “Let me
go.” He begged, and she smiled as if she mocked of his cowardly, the blonde
still made her way towards him; slowly, letting the echo of her heels rumble on
the walls.

“Let you
go? Were you intending to let me go before?” She asked with certain curiosity
as the light finally illuminated her perfect oval face, enhancing the smoothly
pale skin that had started to look way too inhuman for him in the moment she
had freed herself form his grip. “Look, I’m sorry.” He squeaked
desperately, leaning forward in a last try to negotiate, but it seemed like she
sweet girl from the bar had turned into the worst demon he could ever had
imagined, one that had already crushed the bones of his right foot in a second,
the young man was scared, sweating, and perhaps for the first time in his life:
praying. “You said I was an angel, the most perfect think that ever walked on
earth.” She added sweetly, ignoring his grief as soon there were no more steps
to take, he was right next to her feet.

“What
changed?” She questioned him as she pulled him up so easily, grabbing his cheap
leather jacket to pin him against the wall, finally the light illuminated his
dirty black hair, such a beautiful face he would have, she just could wonder
how many girls had fallen under his wing, how many of them had survived, for
once the ancient vampire didn’t want to find out about that, she simply decided
to finish, satisfy her thirst with him, he would be a fair resistance to her
deadly bite, or so she hoped he would be. “Let me go!” He screamed in the
moment her small but sharp fangs broke his delicate skin. “Bitch!” He added,
giving his best push, but her hands were firm rocks holding him against the
concrete. His heartbeat accelerating, like a chicken that just had its head
cut, he fought, but soon enough he gave in and in a moment his life was nearly
gone. “It’s Bianca.” She finally whispered in his ear before letting his figure
fall down, finally lifeless. “You might as well…send my salutations to my
kinsmen down there, Thomas.”