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Saturday Night

VAMPIRA

hey black dress moves in a blue movie grave robbers from outer space well, your pulmonary trembles in your outstretched arm tremble so wicked two inch nails micro waist with a pale white feline face inclination eyebrows to there mistress to the horror kid. -TheMisfits//VAMPIRA



Lyn-z's POV

That fucking meth head disappeared. I always get caught up in this bullshit. Chasing mysterious men in the rain. I'd like to say that I'm always this spontaneous.. but that's a lie.

The only thing I'm really worried about is Gerard. I mean, I'm protected from the cannibal.. in my jeep.. But I don't know where he is and I cant help but feel like shit. I'm not helping..

"Spontaneous...spontaneous.. ." I whisper to myself, swiftly opening my car door. I shut it and rush to the front door.. which was unlocked.

I slowly push the door open and take a glance, the place was dark. And it reeked.
I fought my inner pussy and went inside.

"Shit.." I choke on the dense air. It smells like a piece of chucky cheese pizza.. mixed with lavender.
Not a good concoction.

I walk around, feeling my way through till I get to a light switch. Thankfully.

As the lights begin to shine, the room becomes more clear.

The place was extremely clean.. almost too clean.

I stalk around the house looking for the drugs..

The hard wood floor creaks against my creepers. Making a light squeaky sound. I cringe, he can probably hear me. If he himself is here..

I dismiss the chill that ran up my spine when I saw the stair case.
It was as if an electric current ran through my body.
The more that I think of it, what if the chill is a connection rather than a warning.

Something dark nobody would understand.

But I understand it completely.

I grab a grip on the railing and force myself up the stair case.

Each tug and pull harder than the last. A cold sweat, nervousness, is an understatement. My body is petrified. My mind is aware.

Whenever I get to the top, I give a big huff.
The hallway is dark, but there's a light coming from the end of the hall. Florescent lighting, spotty too.

"Fuck." I say rather loudly.

I cover my mouth with my hands gasping. Shit.

That's when I hear it, a high pitched ring come from the room with the shitty lighting.

The chill went right back. I forget all safety precautions, and run to the light.., this could either be a monster or a druggy. Or it could be him..

I keep running but I cant seem to get close enough to the room, as if my perception is warped.
I stop to take a breath and close my eyes.
Time to get over the insanity.. whatever this house was doing to me.

I open my eyes back up, and I'm in the room. A bath room. Glass was everywhere, and the bathtub was dented.
The tile was busted.
And there was a naked man lying in a pool of blood. Tempting.
It was all so blurry to me. It is... it is all so blurry.

As if I'm looking through a camera rather than this being real. My real life. I kneel down to man, the blood got onto my skirt.
I gasped as I grabbed the mans chin and turned him to face me.

Gerard, I only met him two hours ago was dead. Or unconscious?

I panic and wrap him around in a towl and drag him from the bathroom, stairs, his head bumping up and down. I bite my lip. "Sorry.."

He left a train of blood from the bathroom to the drive way. I shoved him in my back seat and drove off to the hospital. They'd be more helpful, I don't know if can trust myself..

But he's special.

Crying quietly, I couldn't help but give him a taste. I scoop up all the blood I can under my talon like finger nail. And then I put it my mouth, blood. Salty and sweet.

That must have been what the connection was. The smell of Fresh blood. The iron smell of that rich blood was so different than my last lover. They normally all taste the same, but I feel something different with Gerard.


Notes

Lindsey is a cannibal. *shrugs*
edited so it's less shitty

ive ve taken your ideas and broken them up into parts, I have a graphic organizer. I have it all planned out and written but I don't wanna give it to you all at once..you know?

Comments

@Twisted X Space
You promised

@MCR IS MY LIFE
ooohh :(((

@Twisted X Space
Ava adore pain

@MCR IS MY LIFE
Fuck, I forgot about that. How hurt are you??

@Twisted X Space
Plot twists are nice but I recall you promising not to hurt us like your other stories