Post by Fiona Sheperd on Jan 14, 2009 1:43:49 GMT -5
This cool night air whipped her hair back as she ran down the main road out of Crocker. Fiona inhaled deeply before exhaling a sinister sounding growl. Her feet pounded into the pavement as she ran, which was slightly faster than a human though much more graceful and agile.
The wood of the large old bridge moaned and creaked under her as she crossed it. Her car that she had abandoned prior to her suicide attempt was still parked in the same spot on the side of the road. She slowed down and stopped in front of it, cocking her head to the side as she contemplated. Her instinctive needs told her to run, but her more logical side kicked into play.
Fiona glided over and peered into the window. The keys were still in the ignition. Perfect. She went to open the door but it didn't budge. It was locked. She angrily pulled at the handle until it broke off. Losing all control she punched through the window and opened the door from the inside, the glass harming her in no way.
The scent inside the car was strange. It smelled of her, only more... moist, warm, and alive. She crinkled her nose a little bit. Any memory of her life she just wanted to erase. The car roared as she sped off down the road over taking the speed limit by at least 20 miles per hour. To her though, it still seemed as if she was driving way too slow.
As she entered into Bangor, hundreds of sounds and smells entered he senses. There were so many things to focus on at once. Her mind whirled around in a flurry. Her blood lust yearned to just stop at the next house full of humans. Her anger kept her driving all the way back to her father's house.
All of the lights were off as she pulled into the driveway, granted it was the middle of the night. Her father was most likely passed out in front of the television. The smell of blood danced around her as she exited the car, her soul pulsing impatiently.
Fiona grasped onto the doorknob and turned it softly before swinging the front door open, causing it to hang slightly crookedly on its almost broken hinges from her strength. The moonlight silhouetted her figure as she stood ominously on the stoop staring into the dark house. Surprisingly, the television wasn't on but she could smell a human within close proximity to her.
With a few small steps she was inside, gazing around in the darkness though seeing perfectly. She saw her father standing in the corner of the hallway and the entrance to the kitchen with a baseball bat in hand. To a human, he would have been hidden in the shadows, but Fiona could see him clearly. His face was etched with hatred, his eyes locked on her. A small smirk played across his lips. To him, he had the upper hand in the situation. Fiona fought back the urge to snap his neck right then. She wanted to let him know how she felt before sucking the life out of him.
"So you've decided to come back," her father said murderously, tapping the bat in his hand. Fiona stared him down. She saw his expression falter as he realized she knew where he was hiding. "What? Afraid of your ol' dad?" he asked trying to sound intimidating. He stepped out from the corner and pointed the bat at her. "You should be," he whispered.
"No, Rick, you should be," Fiona hissed as she stepped towards him, grasping onto the bat and snapping the top off with her hand. The splintered pieces fell to the floor with a clatter, her father looking from them and back up to her with his mouth agape. He held the jagged end of the bat up towards her stepping back slightly.
"I - I'm not you little bitch," he stuttered, his voice loud. He prodded Fiona's personal space with the broken bat. She just swayed to the side not phased by his intimidation. "Don't come into my fucking house telling me I should be afraid of you!" He jabbed at her again with the bat. Fiona grabbed onto the end and pulled it towards her, which in turn pulled her father closer to her. Her hand wrapped around the cloth of his shirt and yanked his now fear covered face to hers, his feet lifting off the floor about an inch.
"If I were you Rick, I would be praying for mercy. Although, you won't be getting any," she said, her words piercing the air. The only thing that could then be heard was her father's frantic breathing and the baseball bat clanging to the floor. Fiona could see the beads of sweat forming around his forehead and his entire face turning pink with fear. She heard his heart hammering in his chest.
"Fiona, honey, let's... talk about this..." he pleaded. Fiona let out a loud growl of anger. She slammed his head into the nearest wall. The cracking of his skull sending adrenaline coursing through her body. She saw the dark liquid come running down his neck, her throat twinged in thirst. Fiona couldn't lose it now. Rick had to pay. His eyelids flickered as his head slumped forward slightly. His breathing turned into chokes as he held onto his life.
"I told you I'm not the merciful type," she hissed at him. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "I guess I take after my father in that way," Fiona said as she kneed him in the stomach. She released him from her grasp, causing him to slump down to the floor as he cried out in pain. The disgusting creature lay in a heap. Fiona kicked him in the face and he whimpered.
Fiona teetered on the edge of losing her control. His blood covered floor, calling to her. The tip of her toe probed him. He rolled over at the contact. He looked up at her fearfully from under heavy eyelids, his face bloodied from an obvious broken nose.
"F-Fion-uh," he sputtered, blood spitting from his mouth. A bloody shaking hand reached up to touch his face, to feel the damage. Fiona kicked it away before stepping on his arm, causing the bones to shatter. He screamed in agony.
In a quick movement, she was on her knees beside him, grabbing a hold of his face once more. He whimpered from the forceful contact. The moonlight glinted off of her black eyes causing Rick to shudder. Fiona growled at him, baring her teeth. She arched her head back as her incisors grew into sharp points. Her gaze was menacing upon him as he began struggling beneath her. A cold laughter filled the air and he stopped.
"You deserve this," she whispered as she bent down to his ear, inhaling the sickeningly delicious sent of the blood that oozed from his head wound.
"W-what are y-y-you?" he managed choking out his stuttered words covered in blood.
"Everything you're afraid of," Fiona declared maliciously. Her teeth punctured his neck causing blood to come gushing out. She covered the wounds with her mouth as she sucked hungrily. His body writhed beneath her, screaming wildly. The warm liquid slid down her neck, feeding her desires. She grasped onto his shoulders, and breaking them, trying to hold him still.
Soon her well grew thin and her victim grew weak. He stopped struggling against her and fell heavy in her grasp. His heart slowed and eventually stopped pumping when there was nothing left to pump. Satisfied she dropped his rigid body to the floor. His body was pale white from being emptied, his eyes were frozen in agony.
Fiona sat back against the wall, her head resting against it. She stared up at the ceiling and then out the front door which was still wide open. The moon shone in, falling on her figure. Her mind replayed the events that just unfolded. He deserved everything that she did to him. This is what she was. And this is who she will always will be. A vampire, for all eternity.
The wood of the large old bridge moaned and creaked under her as she crossed it. Her car that she had abandoned prior to her suicide attempt was still parked in the same spot on the side of the road. She slowed down and stopped in front of it, cocking her head to the side as she contemplated. Her instinctive needs told her to run, but her more logical side kicked into play.
Fiona glided over and peered into the window. The keys were still in the ignition. Perfect. She went to open the door but it didn't budge. It was locked. She angrily pulled at the handle until it broke off. Losing all control she punched through the window and opened the door from the inside, the glass harming her in no way.
The scent inside the car was strange. It smelled of her, only more... moist, warm, and alive. She crinkled her nose a little bit. Any memory of her life she just wanted to erase. The car roared as she sped off down the road over taking the speed limit by at least 20 miles per hour. To her though, it still seemed as if she was driving way too slow.
As she entered into Bangor, hundreds of sounds and smells entered he senses. There were so many things to focus on at once. Her mind whirled around in a flurry. Her blood lust yearned to just stop at the next house full of humans. Her anger kept her driving all the way back to her father's house.
All of the lights were off as she pulled into the driveway, granted it was the middle of the night. Her father was most likely passed out in front of the television. The smell of blood danced around her as she exited the car, her soul pulsing impatiently.
Fiona grasped onto the doorknob and turned it softly before swinging the front door open, causing it to hang slightly crookedly on its almost broken hinges from her strength. The moonlight silhouetted her figure as she stood ominously on the stoop staring into the dark house. Surprisingly, the television wasn't on but she could smell a human within close proximity to her.
With a few small steps she was inside, gazing around in the darkness though seeing perfectly. She saw her father standing in the corner of the hallway and the entrance to the kitchen with a baseball bat in hand. To a human, he would have been hidden in the shadows, but Fiona could see him clearly. His face was etched with hatred, his eyes locked on her. A small smirk played across his lips. To him, he had the upper hand in the situation. Fiona fought back the urge to snap his neck right then. She wanted to let him know how she felt before sucking the life out of him.
"So you've decided to come back," her father said murderously, tapping the bat in his hand. Fiona stared him down. She saw his expression falter as he realized she knew where he was hiding. "What? Afraid of your ol' dad?" he asked trying to sound intimidating. He stepped out from the corner and pointed the bat at her. "You should be," he whispered.
"No, Rick, you should be," Fiona hissed as she stepped towards him, grasping onto the bat and snapping the top off with her hand. The splintered pieces fell to the floor with a clatter, her father looking from them and back up to her with his mouth agape. He held the jagged end of the bat up towards her stepping back slightly.
"I - I'm not you little bitch," he stuttered, his voice loud. He prodded Fiona's personal space with the broken bat. She just swayed to the side not phased by his intimidation. "Don't come into my fucking house telling me I should be afraid of you!" He jabbed at her again with the bat. Fiona grabbed onto the end and pulled it towards her, which in turn pulled her father closer to her. Her hand wrapped around the cloth of his shirt and yanked his now fear covered face to hers, his feet lifting off the floor about an inch.
"If I were you Rick, I would be praying for mercy. Although, you won't be getting any," she said, her words piercing the air. The only thing that could then be heard was her father's frantic breathing and the baseball bat clanging to the floor. Fiona could see the beads of sweat forming around his forehead and his entire face turning pink with fear. She heard his heart hammering in his chest.
"Fiona, honey, let's... talk about this..." he pleaded. Fiona let out a loud growl of anger. She slammed his head into the nearest wall. The cracking of his skull sending adrenaline coursing through her body. She saw the dark liquid come running down his neck, her throat twinged in thirst. Fiona couldn't lose it now. Rick had to pay. His eyelids flickered as his head slumped forward slightly. His breathing turned into chokes as he held onto his life.
"I told you I'm not the merciful type," she hissed at him. She grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her. "I guess I take after my father in that way," Fiona said as she kneed him in the stomach. She released him from her grasp, causing him to slump down to the floor as he cried out in pain. The disgusting creature lay in a heap. Fiona kicked him in the face and he whimpered.
Fiona teetered on the edge of losing her control. His blood covered floor, calling to her. The tip of her toe probed him. He rolled over at the contact. He looked up at her fearfully from under heavy eyelids, his face bloodied from an obvious broken nose.
"F-Fion-uh," he sputtered, blood spitting from his mouth. A bloody shaking hand reached up to touch his face, to feel the damage. Fiona kicked it away before stepping on his arm, causing the bones to shatter. He screamed in agony.
In a quick movement, she was on her knees beside him, grabbing a hold of his face once more. He whimpered from the forceful contact. The moonlight glinted off of her black eyes causing Rick to shudder. Fiona growled at him, baring her teeth. She arched her head back as her incisors grew into sharp points. Her gaze was menacing upon him as he began struggling beneath her. A cold laughter filled the air and he stopped.
"You deserve this," she whispered as she bent down to his ear, inhaling the sickeningly delicious sent of the blood that oozed from his head wound.
"W-what are y-y-you?" he managed choking out his stuttered words covered in blood.
"Everything you're afraid of," Fiona declared maliciously. Her teeth punctured his neck causing blood to come gushing out. She covered the wounds with her mouth as she sucked hungrily. His body writhed beneath her, screaming wildly. The warm liquid slid down her neck, feeding her desires. She grasped onto his shoulders, and breaking them, trying to hold him still.
Soon her well grew thin and her victim grew weak. He stopped struggling against her and fell heavy in her grasp. His heart slowed and eventually stopped pumping when there was nothing left to pump. Satisfied she dropped his rigid body to the floor. His body was pale white from being emptied, his eyes were frozen in agony.
Fiona sat back against the wall, her head resting against it. She stared up at the ceiling and then out the front door which was still wide open. The moon shone in, falling on her figure. Her mind replayed the events that just unfolded. He deserved everything that she did to him. This is what she was. And this is who she will always will be. A vampire, for all eternity.
