Fear consumed me. My body froze, every particle of blood solidifying into ice. It was as if every bit of oxygen had been torn away from me and I was left with nothing but empty lungs. Goose bumps rose on my skin, which was covered by nothing but an old, unfitted, dirty ragged dress. I couldn't feel the pain that had throbbed from the graze on my knee any more; nor could I feel the blood trickle down my leg. All I could sense was the bitterly cold air, and how the frozen moisture reached out its long icy fingers to kiss my bare skin. Sweat broke out on my forehead, immediately turning into beads of ice. The frost on the trees glinted in what little sunlight broke through the canopy of leaves. I would have thought the scenery was the most breath-taking sight - if it wasn't for the figure that was the root of the threads of fear that pierced and sowed through the core of my body. I heard the satisfied growl from behind me, but I stood motionless, unable to move. I heard footsteps behind me and a small menacing laugh, but it was as if my feet were glued to the ground with terror.
"Hello, little girl." said a gravelly voice. I felt it's hot breath on my neck, and whatever it was reached for my hair and twisted it playfully. I winced and stepped away, but I felt a vice-like grip wrap around my hand. Now I looked at it.
It was the first time I had glimpsed the creature, and what I saw took my breath away. A tall handsome man was standing in front of me. His black hair had been swept to the side, and he wore a cruel smile on his face. His eyes were the palest shade of blue, casting a deathlike look about him; his skin didn't lessen the chilling effect. Ashen; white as a billowing blizzard; a walking-dead shade. His eyes glinted with evil, and he ran a finger from his free hand down my cheek. I wriggled, trying to get away, but his fingers tightened in an even stronger and more painful grasp.
"Now, now, there's no need for that." he crooned. He stepped towards me so that we were barely an inch apart, and he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I cringed and he laughed again.
"What do you want with me?" My voice was as small and weak as a bullied year seven's, and my breathing quickened as he leaned towards me. I turned my face away, but he grasped it, forcing me to look into his ghostly eyes.
I saw images in them, scenes from the creature's past. There were screaming girls and boys, whole towns of people running in fright. And then the cold, pale face of a drained body; a face I recognized as if it was my own.
"What have you done to my sister?" I cried, suddenly shaking. But this time I wasn't shaking with fear - it was anger.
"Only what I intend to do to you." The creature grinned maliciously and he lifted up my hand which he still held in his own. He began to twist my arm until the point where the pain was unbearable. I screamed for him to stop, but he fed on my tortured yells.
Tears ran like waterfalls down my cheeks, and I pleaded, "Please ... Please stop!" He bent my arm further, a cruel and manic expression on his face. I screamed as the cracking sound, not unlike that of a snapping carrot, echoed around the entire forest. He finally let me go, and I fell to my knees, clutching my searing arm.
"Look at you," he mocked. "Aw, is the wittle baby hurt?" He laughed again, kicking me in the stomach. I didn't have it in me to scream any more. I laid there, curled up in the foetal position, as if I really was a baby once more. I felt the tears tracing hot paths down my cheeks and dripping off the end of my nose. He knelt beside me and leaned over me, messing with my fiery red curls again. He licked the blood from my knee and I recoiled, resulting in a sly chuckle. I felt his breath in my shoulder, and then on my cheek. he moved my hair away from my neck and whispered into my ear, "I must say, for a weedy little mongrel like you, you have the most beautiful neck."
And whilst my heart beat painfully fast and I felt my neck throbbing as the creature's lips touched my skin, I closed my eyes.
Ready to die.
I came up with this a while ago, and I had previously wrote it in a journal. I thought I'd transfer it into a deviation
Wow, gave my heart a little jolt here to read it
Hey that's great work... every emotionally loaded. Great writing - full of meaning. Scary - but good. well done.
thank you very much m'dear ^w^
My pleasure - you are a great writer for a panda!
why thank you. i am currently working on a panda's guide to the best bamboo
haha sounds like a healthy diet!
indeed it is, but some pandas dont understand that taller thinner bamboo contains more calories then shorter thicker bamboo, which is the reason for a lot of unhealthy pandas in my community
OMG this is amazing I want to just kick that mans ass god I was so into this story and then it ended lol it was really good.
that is absolutly amazing, is there any more to it i would love to read more
aww thank you I'm afraid there's no more to this one, (it was a kind of lunch-time-feeling-slightly-depressed-im-going-to-write-a-depressing-short-story fling I had one time XD ) but im writing a novel at the moment, if you want to read that. You dont have to of course
that would be brilliant yh, there is an extract of the novel im writin on my submmissions if you was to have a read
don't have to of course
don't have to of course
ok i will give it a read then send you mine XD