|
Angel Tears - Reaching For |
|
|
|
|
|
|
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoUOrLe4vlY&feature=related
This is a great song to listen to while reading. This is from my story. I was feeling sort of like crud and I needed to get some of this out. It's also pretty romantic if you ask me so enjoy I guess.
I flailed around in his arms but he gripped me tighter, squeezing me, suffocating me. My eyes went wide and flicked in every direction possible. I began to feel like death was at his side, commanding his every move, his every snarl. “Ian,” I wheezed in a whisper so strong and silent. Blood rose in my ears and I immediately heard him inhale in response.
He put his chin on my shoulder, sending chills down my spine. “Raine?” Ian asked. It was his normal voice, but then his body convulsed and the evil returned to take him away from me.
I felt his nose on my shoulder then. It trailed up my neck to my jaw. I found it hard not to cry. I found it hard not to scream for Ian to come back to me. Most of all, though, I wanted him to be okay – for all of us to be okay. Goosebumps covered my arms. My breathing nearly stopped. My heart was not far off and I longed for a pulse.
“Ian,” I whispered again but this time I could breathe – barely. I reached behind me with my right hand, the one he was not controlling, and touched his hand. I grazed his sweet fingers, felt around his wrist, then gripped it softly.
I felt him quiver again. The possession was wearing off and I had the ability to take it all away. I tightened my hold on his hand but he snatched it away.
“Don’t touch me!” Ian’s mixed voice snapped. His breath blew like a gentle wind across my skin. At the moment he was anything but gentle. “You’re mine. I control you.”
I nodded. I was his. I would always be his. He was wrong, however, about controlling me. No one controlled me but myself. I moved slowly forward, thinking that maybe if I could ease my way out of his grasp, I could knock the demon out of him. Again I pulled slightly away.
Suddenly Ian’s grip tightened, loosened, and tightened once more. I wished he would make up his mind. The second I thought he would let me go, Ian pulled me against him forcefully. My body cringed on instinct, but I did nothing to fight. I couldn’t fight him, I knew that. For two reasons: I loved him, and the fact that he could crush me with the slightest bit of intension did not sound very appealing at the moment.
Ian touched my skin with his lips and I felt dizzy. His nose trailed back up my neck and, without moving his nose, he put his lips to my neck. My breath was barely making it out of my nerve wracked lungs. He was going to do what I had feared for a while he would do.
Ian inhaled once again. Then his lips parted and pressed against my jugular, my skin tingling with fear, anxiety, desire, and hope. Something sharp and blade like caressed just below my jaw. Then I felt a pain like never before. It was so soft and gentle, and yet it was sharp and quick like pain off the thorns of a rose.
I think I quivered because Ian hugged me closer and his breathing quickened as he sucked. For a second I felt odd. Weak and yet strong at the same time. Weak was the girl inside who wanted to scream out for her lost beloved and drown in her tears and fear. Strong was the girl who was still standing up straight as her lover sucked the crimson life from her veins. So which was I?
A slurping sound came from Ian’s mouth and my insides shuddered. I began to feel cold and, all of a sudden, I realized I was not standing any longer. I’d fallen to the floor, still held tightly, my body severely numb and pale. I began to wonder if this was the end. If I would die because the love of my life could not control his violent hunger. No, it was not Ian’s fault. I wouldn’t blame him for this. I loved him with all of my heart. If I died because Ian was possessed and overtaken by a strong, evil force that demanded Ian use me to get the blood he needed, that would not bother me in the least. All I wanted was for him to be happy. I wanted him to be okay. I wanted him to be healthy, and if that meant giving up my body and my blood, I would gladly give it.
My life was slipping away, my mind was steadily erasing, my heart was slowly losing. I could not feel my body or anything around me for that matter. Then I heard something that scared me - the sound of Ian’s fangs ripping out of my skin. Something pulled him off of me, but they didn’t leave him conscious.
Weight pressed down on my limp corpse. It was Ian, who had fallen on top of me, passed out from whatever it was that hit him in the head. My sight was dying but before it did fully, I saw Ian’s perfect face, marred with my blood, as he lay as motionless as I on the floor. I felt tears escape my eyes. Then it was over.
PS - He is NOT a vampire. Too many of those. However, he was possessed by the spirit of the wolf inside of him. That's why he had fangs. (We're all anthros)
 SnowAngel1617 · Sat Mar 14, 2009 @ 05:51am · 0 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
