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To The End [7]
Romance
 Created on 4-13-08
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Conner's POV
I shouldn’t have exposed myself. I’ve just made this much more painful, on my part, than it had to be. My brother, Michael, is going to come into town to hunt. There’s no doubt about that. And he’ll end up killing her, just like I saw. I can’t do anything to stop him. But I just wanted to so badly to meet to her, talk to her, let her know me, before she dies.
I still have some time with her, of course, a few weeks maybe, but its hardly enough time to make her realize how much I truly love her. And certainly not enough time for her to fall in love me, too. The little time I do have with her, though, I plan to spend only with her. Every minute. Whether she knows I’m there, or not.
I am now up in the tree in her backyard. I have a good view of her living room and bedroom window from here. I still feel disgusted with myself, even now, having to sink this low to see her, but I suppose it shouldn’t bother me anymore. I’ve spent almost every night for the last…maybe 8 or 9 months in this tree, watching her sleep.
I still remember the first night I saw her very clearly. I was hunting, of course, when her scent crossed my path. She smelled absurdly good. My first instinct was to find her and kill her immediately. So, I set off to find the source of the scent. It was pitch black, the sky dark and starless. I was lurking through her neighborhood, sniffing the air, realizing that I was getting closer.
I came close to the high school and began circling it, concluding that she was close by. That’s when I saw her. She was sitting on the curb in front of the school, her face upturned toward the sky. This was odd behavior. Even for a human. The clouds were thick and black and—since there were no stars, or moon, visible—I couldn’t figure out what she was staring at, what caught her attention.
Her smell brought me out of my own mind. She smelled utterly mouthwatering. Every muscle in my body was screaming to leap forward and end her existence, just like I would any other night with any other human. But I couldn’t. I found myself just watching her, a smile slowly creeping across my face. She’s quite beautiful, I thought. For a human. Her light brown hair blew lightly in a gust of wind, blowing her scent in my face. I immediately sunk into a crouch, ready to pounce, but I stopped myself. I no longer wanted to kill her. A new urge wrenched up in my muscles; the urge to step forward and talk to the beautiful human girl. In my mind, I laughed at the idea. But my body acted, despite myself.
I stepped out of the shadows, slowly, cautiously. I moved silently toward her, hoping not to scare her. I had an insane urge to talk to her. I didn’t understand it. I should feel the urge to kill her but…I truly did not want to kill this particular human. When I was only a few feet behind her, ready to tap her on the shoulder and engage her in conversation, the wind blew again, sending a cloud of the scent of her blood my way. The blood lust took over again and it was very strong because of how close I was. I smothered the ripping snarl that threatened to tear itself out of my chest and ran from her.
I ran as fast as I could, not wanting to give the less humane part of my mind time to take over and kill her right there. Within a second, I was 2 blocks away from the curb where the girl sat, gasping for clean air to clear my mind, high up in the branches of a tree. I stared down the street to see her still sitting in front of the school, now looking around, confused. I chuckled to myself. She must have felt the gust of my departure.
I stayed in that tree for another 20 minutes or so, watching her carefully. She then stoop up from the curb and began walking in my direction. When she passed my tree, I held my breath so her scent wouldn’t overpower me again. But my eyes never left her face. I waited to see what house she went into and leapt through a few trees until I made it to one that sat behind her house. I stayed in that tree all night, watching her sleep through her bedroom window, as I did every night from then on.
I learned a lot of things about her since then, just by watching and observing her. Her name is Jamie Haviland. She is a very shy girl, never talking much to anyone, except her mother. And I also found that she loved rainy days. These are the only days I ever got to see her smile. She didn’t smile often, but when she did, it took my breath away. That’s why I love watching her sleep.
She looks so happy and peaceful when she sleeps, I thought to myself, being brought back to the present when Jamie clicked her bedroom light off. I gazed at her sleeping figure and smiled. She is such an interesting human. So different from the others. My conversation with her this afternoon was very pleasant. Especially the very end.
I still felt incredibly stupid for letting myself kiss her. I’ve gained control of the blood lust I feel when I’m around her. After almost a year of being around her, I’ve become quite desensitized. But that wasn’t the problem.
I stepped out of the shadows, slowly, cautiously. I moved silently toward her, hoping not to scare her. I had an insane urge to talk to her. I didn’t understand it. I should feel the urge to kill her but…I truly did not want to kill this particular human. When I was only a few feet behind her, ready to tap her on the shoulder and engage her in conversation, the wind blew again, sending a cloud of the scent of her blood my way. The blood lust took over again and it was very strong because of how close I was. I smothered the ripping snarl that threatened to tear itself out of my chest and ran from her.
I ran as fast as I could, not wanting to give the less humane part of my mind time to take over and kill her right there. Within a second, I was 2 blocks away from the curb where the girl sat, gasping for clean air to clear my mind, high up in the branches of a tree. I stared down the street to see her still sitting in front of the school, now looking around, confused. I chuckled to myself. She must have felt the gust of my departure.
I stayed in that tree for another 20 minutes or so, watching her carefully. She then stoop up from the curb and began walking in my direction. When she passed my tree, I held my breath so her scent wouldn’t overpower me again. But my eyes never left her face. I waited to see what house she went into and leapt through a few trees until I made it to one that sat behind her house. I stayed in that tree all night, watching her sleep through her bedroom window, as I did every night from then on.
I learned a lot of things about her since then, just by watching and observing her. Her name is Jamie Haviland. She is a very shy girl, never talking much to anyone, except her mother. And I also found that she loved rainy days. These are the only days I ever got to see her smile. She didn’t smile often, but when she did, it took my breath away. That’s why I love watching her sleep.
She looks so happy and peaceful when she sleeps, I thought to myself, being brought back to the present when Jamie clicked her bedroom light off. I gazed at her sleeping figure and smiled. She is such an interesting human. So different from the others. My conversation with her this afternoon was very pleasant. Especially the very end.
I still felt incredibly stupid for letting myself kiss her. I’ve gained control of the blood lust I feel when I’m around her. After almost a year of being around her, I’ve become quite desensitized. But that wasn’t the problem.
I just keep digging my own grave deeper and deeper. It will be hard enough letting her go without being so close to her. I am just making the pain worse, I told myself. Is it really worth it?
Of course it is. I love her and every moment counts now. She doesn’t have much time. We’ve got to make the best of the time we have.
My silent heart throbbed at the thought. She’s going to die. Ever since I saw it about a month ago, I’ve been in pure agony. Today is the first day I’ve smiled since. How could I live without her? Without seeing her beautiful face every day? I couldn’t. My life would end the day hers did.
I knew I could do nothing to protect her, too. My visions were absolute. I’ve tried to prove some wrong, but they are inevitable. In the end, what I see will happen, no matter what I try to do to stop it.
[heyyy! sorry i know its been a while. haha. i have a procrastination problem. but i finally got around to writing another one! yay! i really hope you like it and if you wanna stay posted, comment and rate plz!! thanks so much for reading! **PS** i also randomly decided i'm gonna stop calling this a horror. when i first started it, it was gonna be, but....its been taking a romantic turn...haha]
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On April 24th 2008 1LittleMissEmo Said : | |
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its a reallygood story.....It sounds like a cross between Twilight and Vampire Diaries....still insanely amazing and please KMP |
| On April 14th 2008 omfgusuck12345 Said : | |
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LOVEE IT!! |
| On April 14th 2008 flutytute Said : | |
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kmp please! |
| On April 13th 2008 C4444 Said : | |
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I like it better very interesting!!!! Take your time stories are always better when you don't rush them plz kmp....... |
