TheDbc

She pretended to sleep until midnight. Tonight was the night; she could feel it somewhere inside her bubbling up, dying to reach the surface. The moon was full as she walked through the damp grass. Her hair blew in the soft comforting breeze that seemed to fill the air with a scent of joy. Her heart filled with a short-lived warmth as she reached her destination. She stood at the top of her family's hill looking at the moon's bright reflection in her knife. The glimmer made it look peaceful, and she felt its coolness on her wrist as she marked its path. The wind blew her hair out of its knot, and threw it into the unknown along with her s

  He tried to sleep that night but couldn't, he couldn't get the new girl out of his head. No, she wasn't highly attractive, and He didn't even know her name. But there was a certain air about her that drove him to the point of insanity.  He could feel her, feel this looming since that everyone else felt; but, he was drawn in. He wanted more. The minute he was drifting toward sleep he heard a tap on the window. And then again. he got up and moved questioningly toward the window. At this point I imagine you know what's there; what's going to happen. And you're right. He looked out his window; and there she was, with the grin on her face. "

He knew something was wrong when he first saw her; but he was drawn in. The breeze made as she walked past him filled his nostrils with an intoxicating scent, her hair in long ribbons of red down her back, a faint black mark which was easily identified as a tattoo on her back. It drew him in; like a bug to a lamp, he couldn't get her out of his mind. She might have well just shot him there, for at that moment he could never be right again; never feel the soft embrace of innocence. He was hooked; he wanted, no, needed more of her. He was not an idiot; he could tell she was bad news, he knew she was bad news. And in the pit of his stomach the