Everything seems such a blurry vision of nauseating sea-sickness when it comes to the early morning. Usually its very cliché for a vampire to have sun allergies from the break of dawn till two hours before sunset which I by far strongly disagree from my personal experience that is. Yeah, true blood seems like a hit HBO series right? I know. Even I as one would fix my eyes on my plasma screen TV on the russet gold of vintage swirls of my wallpaper to catch every episode of it but some of those details of being a vampire are so off the fangs unite radar. Hold up, letting your eyes setting on these words of my diary does not give you the rights to make assumptions about us meaning Yes, we black lace vampires are modern sexy ass-kicking ones not some old reminiscent of big dresses and those killer corsets. Like literally a killer. My great grand aunt died in that. We're not how you say, some old medieval ones that doesn't even know what is a phone. In fact, my mom uses an iPhone for heaven's sakes.
It came to me as a wake up call from those streaks of light coming from that yellow disc high up in the sky surrounded by dreamy blue sky. Hey, I might be a vampire but that does not make me a hater of the sunlight that on the contrary the break of dawn is usually my favorite time of a day. Can’t grasp the fact to believe it? You should totally get your mouth gear up and ask my mom about it. Moving on, I was about to make my way to my bathroom till I found out I was in a lock down by a strong muscular pair of arms which in this case I was getting myself really thinking in the morning that why the hell is there a super gorgeous lad lying down on my bed with his lips heavily asleep on my right hand shoulder.
“Hey dude, are you lost?” pffft. That’s the first thing coming out from my red rose lips of dawn like my mind were not smart enough to come up with a more brilliant first breath of conversation. His eyes were dreamy indeed when he flutters it open like I would totally sing Usher’s song Oh My Gosh. No kidding, it was very electrifying indeed the way those blue oceanic eyes of the Parisian sea magnetizing your attention and draws you completely to it.
First he fought his way of fighting off his lids open because it seems like he is so not a morning person, not to mention a grumpy one too. After a few long seconds of my life then he was completely awake as if he was sedated with quite an amount of morphine back there.
“Where The Hell am I!” His eyes wandered around to study where his at which got me kind of scared with the angry expression worn on his flawlessly handsome face.
“Oh I don’t know about you but think I’m in heaven.” I fluttered my long Arabic inspired lashes of black away after I saw him seating up with my oh my that eight packs of his. Hey Usher, I like your song man.
“What?!” His face turns into a cloud of skeptical-ism if there is even such a word in the dictionary. I can’t really help myself that I needed to laugh and gracefully put myself on him as I trap him down to be my prisoner. The way I saw his expression shifted along with his body, I could tell he was pretty aroused.
“Chill home boy, Geez.” I readjusted this white satin around my bare torso with an interest of his blue eyes following every step of the way and a smirk appeared on my prey’s face. His fingers seem to love its site of touching a 5ft9 inches supermodel torso with curves to envy and legs to die for. It seems to me that my door was accompanied with a knock before I could even sink my fangs into his delicious looking veins all scattered up scrumptiously under his skin like a hot buttery no nut chocolate chip from famous amos that’s fresh out of the oven and ready to melt its caramelized taste in your mouth.
“Here goes my breakfast.” I sighed for my breakfast of the day is interrupted by a soul standing outside my bedroom door. The minute those words escaped his expression changes into somewhat cold.
“I know what you are. You’re a filthy blood sucker.”He got off the bed sinking into his Armani briefs and for his human abilities he seem to be quite fast reflex considering he caught hold of my throat and sank me into the bed as my silky long black mane suited in a beautiful contrast with the white satin sheet in a second. Well for a vampire, a second seems to be the longest second ever cause they move with their impulse in a heartbeat not a second. Yes, we actually have a heart and it beats. Shall we celebrate over it?
“My aren’t you a clever one. I mean aside from the obvious my cold touched skin, red lusty eyes and an appetite for you. Hmm it’s a very tricky thing to figure out.” I rolled my eyes once more.
“Don’t patronize me.” During that time I simply cannot enter a frown instead a sadistic smile since he really is amusing for a human soul. In a quick gesture I took control of this cat and mouse thing and made him trapped by my long arms. My eyes caught the sight of his Golden blonde hair with a dark color of luminous brown of his roots scenting away a sweet smelling white chocolate scent into my nostrils that got me hunger for his blood.
“You’re lame you know that.” I made a disappointing sound when he refuses to give in to my gestures and my words. Its like it doesn’t affect him at all in any kind of way.
“Thanks, I prefer smart and genuinely strong hearted that vampires just have troubles to lure me into their persuasions.” The voice saying a word whatever called out from me to him as I closed the door behind me and got me a talking sister blabbing about her awful last night with her very famous boyfriend.
I was about to write more but my pen got stopped. Till next time you thirsty souls, signing off.
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