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The crisp autumn leaves fluttered to the ground with a slight ruffling sound. The cols October wind licked at his pale cheeks, and blew back his midnight black hair, from his face. A slight smirk played at his lips showing a glimmer of perfectly white teeth, on of his canine teeth protruding slightly as he did so. His footsteps echoed off the concrete as he walked down the sidewalk at night. The silver moon cast an almost enchanting aura t him as if it were drawn to him. His dark eyes almost danced with laughter as anyone he passed stared longingly after him. He walked with such grace, you'd think he was floating if you couldn't hear his footsteps. The scene was beautiful yet frightening all at once. His beautiful features captured your stare, and you couldn't look away. It was almost.....like magic.
Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the street. The autumn leaves fell around her, but she stood motionless staring at the figure walking down the sidewalk towards her. She was awestruck. Her first thought was to run to him, but her instincts warned her away. How could she turn away from such beauty? His eyes sparkled in the light of the moon, as he walked with a fluid motion. He smiled at her making her knees week as he reached touching distance. Her hand moved up seemingly by itself. She longed to touch him, this boy she didn't know. Who was he? She wondered trying to take back the control she had lost of her hand. Her feet inched forward as the boy held out his hand to her. She took his hand knowing she had been captured. She knew she should scream, run away or at least MOVE!!! But she didn't want to. Do something to save yourself! her conscience screamed at her, but it was no use. The mysterious boy smirked and whispered into her ear, in a voice as soft as velvet that held a slightly mocking tone. He said, "Don't you know it's dangerous to be outside at night? You could run into a vampire, pretty girl." Then he chuckled as if it were a personal joke. Elizabeth stayed in a daze as she felt the boy's cool lips press against her neck, feeling like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. It was such a pleasant feeling but unnerving. She closed her eyes enjoying the sweet moment that was then cut short by a sharp pain from where his lips were. She felt something warm flowing from her neck, immediately realizing that it was blood. HER blood, and she could feel it running down her neck and dripping onto her shirt. She felt the blood start to run down her chest and she felt the boy grow more aggressive, as her eyelids started to fall.The boy tore away from her neck with a menacing laugh. That was the last thing she heard.
Elizabeth was standing in the middle of the street. The autumn leaves fell around her, but she stood motionless staring at the figure walking down the sidewalk towards her. She was awestruck. Her first thought was to run to him, but her instincts warned her away. How could she turn away from such beauty? His eyes sparkled in the light of the moon, as he walked with a fluid motion. He smiled at her making her knees week as he reached touching distance. Her hand moved up seemingly by itself. She longed to touch him, this boy she didn't know. Who was he? She wondered trying to take back the control she had lost of her hand. Her feet inched forward as the boy held out his hand to her. She took his hand knowing she had been captured. She knew she should scream, run away or at least MOVE!!! But she didn't want to. Do something to save yourself! her conscience screamed at her, but it was no use. The mysterious boy smirked and whispered into her ear, in a voice as soft as velvet that held a slightly mocking tone. He said, "Don't you know it's dangerous to be outside at night? You could run into a vampire, pretty girl." Then he chuckled as if it were a personal joke. Elizabeth stayed in a daze as she felt the boy's cool lips press against her neck, feeling like every nerve ending in her body was on fire. It was such a pleasant feeling but unnerving. She closed her eyes enjoying the sweet moment that was then cut short by a sharp pain from where his lips were. She felt something warm flowing from her neck, immediately realizing that it was blood. HER blood, and she could feel it running down her neck and dripping onto her shirt. She felt the blood start to run down her chest and she felt the boy grow more aggressive, as her eyelids started to fall.The boy tore away from her neck with a menacing laugh. That was the last thing she heard.
