Red
Genre: horror (of zo iets 
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It was late. The darkness was like a blanket, all around them, soft and warm. They walked through the streets, getting closer and closer to her house. She glanced at him shyly, quickly looking away when he looked back and smiled friendly. She blushed lightly as he took his hand out of his pocket and took hold of hers. He was so sweet - and how nice of him to walk her home. What would happen when they'd reach the house? Would they kiss in front of the door? Would she - should she - ask him in? So her thoughts rushed through her head like hyperactive hummingbirds, all possible versions of what could happen passing by, few expected, but not one accepted.
"Is this your house?" he asked. She looked up, saw it was indeed her house, and nodded. She walked toward the door, an explosion of butterflies raging through her belly, and got her keys out of her bag. She opened the door, looked at him, considered what she would do, then asked:
"D'you wanna come in?" The sentence was spoken faster than she wanted, but he smiled and said:
"Of course I do."
She held the door open for him and closed it after he entered. She kicked out her shoes and left them in the hallway. He did the same. They hung their coats over the chair in the corner of the hall and walked to the living room.
"Want somethin' to drink?" she asked, no longer able to speak full sentences.
"Not now," he said, "maybe later." He got closer to her and gently touched her cheek. She took his hand and whispered:
"Come."
They walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She switched on the light and turned around. He smiled at her and she smiled back, drowning in his dark eyes, which seemed red in the pink light of her lamp. She turned around again and walked further into the room. He stood behind her in less than a second, putting his hands on her hips. He kissed her on the back of her head.
"You smell wonderful," he whispered, slowly moving his mouth to her ear.
She chuckled, for it was obvious he made some sort of weird joke.
"It is a pity humans are so slow to comprehend," he whispered, "A pity for you, that is. To me, it is more of a gift, something that enables me to play games with my food. It is a bad habit, they say, playing with food - but it is so much more fun."
She could feel his lips form a grin is they moved downward, past her ear and jaw to her neck. It was covered with goosebumps, and so was the rest of her body. She didn't understand what was happening, but she feared it all the same.
"You still don't understand, I figure," he said, "you are too stupid. Please don't scream, it will make me have to smother you, which will shorten your life." He paused, then said:
"You might feel a slight pinch, but after that you will only get weaker until you pass out. I assure you that it will not hurt."
She felt tow pricks as his fangs sank into her flesh. She didn't notice the blood flowing out. She only felt his lips on her neck, and his hands, moving from her hips to around her waist, holding her firmly - probably a reaction to his pleasure in the taste of her blood. Her legs started to shake, but his arms prevented her from falling. Her thoughts slowed, her hearing dimmed and her vision got blurry. She felt light-headed and sick and clasped his arms with her shaking hands. "Stop" she wanted to say, but she could only mumble. Black spots floated before her eyes, until she could see nothing but darkness. Her legs gave away and she collapsed, right after which she blacked out.
A little while later he calmly walked out of the front door, smiling, leaving nothing but her corpse behind.
"Is this your house?" he asked. She looked up, saw it was indeed her house, and nodded. She walked toward the door, an explosion of butterflies raging through her belly, and got her keys out of her bag. She opened the door, looked at him, considered what she would do, then asked:
"D'you wanna come in?" The sentence was spoken faster than she wanted, but he smiled and said:
"Of course I do."
She held the door open for him and closed it after he entered. She kicked out her shoes and left them in the hallway. He did the same. They hung their coats over the chair in the corner of the hall and walked to the living room.
"Want somethin' to drink?" she asked, no longer able to speak full sentences.
"Not now," he said, "maybe later." He got closer to her and gently touched her cheek. She took his hand and whispered:
"Come."
They walked up the stairs and into her bedroom. She switched on the light and turned around. He smiled at her and she smiled back, drowning in his dark eyes, which seemed red in the pink light of her lamp. She turned around again and walked further into the room. He stood behind her in less than a second, putting his hands on her hips. He kissed her on the back of her head.
"You smell wonderful," he whispered, slowly moving his mouth to her ear.
She chuckled, for it was obvious he made some sort of weird joke.
"It is a pity humans are so slow to comprehend," he whispered, "A pity for you, that is. To me, it is more of a gift, something that enables me to play games with my food. It is a bad habit, they say, playing with food - but it is so much more fun."
She could feel his lips form a grin is they moved downward, past her ear and jaw to her neck. It was covered with goosebumps, and so was the rest of her body. She didn't understand what was happening, but she feared it all the same.
"You still don't understand, I figure," he said, "you are too stupid. Please don't scream, it will make me have to smother you, which will shorten your life." He paused, then said:
"You might feel a slight pinch, but after that you will only get weaker until you pass out. I assure you that it will not hurt."
She felt tow pricks as his fangs sank into her flesh. She didn't notice the blood flowing out. She only felt his lips on her neck, and his hands, moving from her hips to around her waist, holding her firmly - probably a reaction to his pleasure in the taste of her blood. Her legs started to shake, but his arms prevented her from falling. Her thoughts slowed, her hearing dimmed and her vision got blurry. She felt light-headed and sick and clasped his arms with her shaking hands. "Stop" she wanted to say, but she could only mumble. Black spots floated before her eyes, until she could see nothing but darkness. Her legs gave away and she collapsed, right after which she blacked out.
A little while later he calmly walked out of the front door, smiling, leaving nothing but her corpse behind.
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Nice verhaal!
1 decennium geledenDit soort verhalen zijn geweldig, echt, het begint zo zoet als het maar kan en dan BAM! Horror
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