Prologue
I never đã đưa ý kiến she wasn't as beautiful. Looking down at her she seemed so fragile, too fragile. I see now she isn't a vampire. Just a killer, the killer in the forest.
Delicate
She was beautiful. She seemed unsurprised. So unsurprised it was as if she expected me to be there, expected her stalker-more like her wolf, ready to strike st his unsuspecting victim. She had wonderful long golden brown hair, and sky blue eyes. She was a cheerleader. Last năm she couldn't stand up straight, let alone do a cartwheel.Literally, she couldn't stand up straight, she had a broken leg. She got thêm coordinated this year, but she was still extremely clumsy. I caught her a couple of time, but she still didn't notice me.
I wanted so bad to drink her blood, just to see how it tasted. A million victims. I couldn't bring myself to do that. Her blood raced through my mind. The sort of metal taste, the one you're afraid might shock your teeth. I could almost taste it. All the way from here.
She liked to watch the sunset, I did, too. I watched it with her. I felt like i was standing tiếp theo to her and when she stood out there at three-thirty three. I charted all of the times in my notebook for the first three days that I realized how beautiful she was. I came out at all of the times written in my notebook. Sometimes I even stalked her for days at a time recording the times she was out there. I loved the things she loved; I would because I watched her house, too. I watched her read and wake up. I watched her receive her mail from Janie, the mail lady. Complete letters about sleep and other stuff she did in her bedroom. Ha human girls.
I wanted to go see her. I wanted to tell her that I knew about her and her poor innocent victims. I wanted to, but I was nervous. How would I say it? "hey, there Claudia, i have been stalking you, watching bạn through your window. Yeah, so I know bạn kill people, hope this doesn't change anything between us." I would expect her to push me off a cliff! hoặc call the cops. No, I would become the thing I needed, the thing she has enough of. I would become her friend.
That would be fairly difficult to pull off. Being a boy would give me a disadvantage. I needed a girl, just until she knew who I was, what I was.
"Blair? No. Sarah? No. Stephanie? Hmmm. Not bad. Carter? Perfect. Anne? No. Well, Stephanie Anne Carter. Doesn't seem to bad."
"What are bạn saying?"Someone said, I looked around for that someone. Nobody was there.
"Okay," I said.
"Aren't bạn going to answer me?"
"I don't see you."
"I don't want bạn to."
"Who are you?"
"A killer. Who are you?"
"A stalking Killer. And the funny thing, I know who bạn are, Claudia."
"How do you? What? I don't understand how do bạn know my name?"
"I'd know that scent anywhere, and the voice. The only thing that knocked me off guard was the other blood, I thought, perhaps bạn were not alone, and bạn were alone. Just have another victim to your murderous crimes."
"You make it sound...repulsive, I need this to stay alive. I am a vampire, and bạn are one as well.I don't understand how bạn find drinking blood repulsive, but bạn do it yourself. Explain, please."
"I am a killer, but I kill those who deserve to die."
"Everybody deserves to die! bạn don't just choose who can and cannot die."
"You make it sound like a privilege."
"It is a privilege to die under such a being."
"I kill murderers. I don't want to kill you." The rain poured down on my face, making tears.
"I am a vampire not a killer."
"I object." I ran as fast I could. The forest was so quiet; all I could hear was the sound of my feet beating on the bare ground, my tim, trái tim thumping, I could smell her fresh kill, and I felt my tình yêu towards her growing on me. My mind was saying, "Go back! She's a killer, bạn eat killers for breakfast, literally!" But my tim, trái tim was saying, "Run! Don't go back! bạn don't want to kill her!" I was torn.
My instincts left me, feet tumbled from under me; arms clutching the pain I felt from my heart, so they couldn't break my fall. I fell flat on my face. I laid there for a while, letting the pain consume me. Letting it eat me from inside. I go up. I was still in tình yêu with her, even if she knew her stalker was a vampire, who murdered killers like her.
I reached the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the mountain. I stared down. what time is it? where is she? I pulled out my watch, and I knew the answer three-thirty two. She should be out bởi now. Waiting for three-thirty three. She was not there, not at her house, I think I know where she is.
Searching for me, tracking my scent, blood gives bạn special abilities, super scent is one of them. She wasn't aware of the time; she just had to know me. My name, my walk, my personality. The perfect way to get to her is to go back to school Monday and act like I didn't know her, maybe then I would get her attention.
The smell! Her smell! she was close. I had to run, hoặc hide. I knew the perfect place. Where she hid, her scent was there, she wouldn't smell mine. No vampire could do that.
She sniffed around. She knew i was there, but she heard her mother calling her. She was quick, but not fast. It took her twenty giây to get to the bottom of the mountain. Another half giờ to her place. (She couldn't go as fast as she was capable.) Once she was inside I ran to the cliff.
That was all too close; I need to find some place safer. I ran down the mountain, and back up, and then I noticed a trail leading to the peak. I followed it. It was much better than my last place. It had a better view of... her house. Plus so much more. the smell was unbearable, that was the best part, she wouldn't pick up my scent.
I ran back to my house. Angry as ever, I, first watched her. Her sleep, read,everything. Then i left to my house.
"I don't understand!" I tossed a lamp. "She...Ugh!"
I laid down, not sleeping, just laying there. Thinking...about her. The smile fading from her face when didn't know everything about me. The anguish in her eye. The dew on the grass, while her feet ran to catch me. I wished for a Butterfinger, not a kẹo bar, but a human finger dipped in butter. Mmm. Yummy. Don't ask me how I go from her, to a Butterfinger vampire style, I just do.
I never đã đưa ý kiến she wasn't as beautiful. Looking down at her she seemed so fragile, too fragile. I see now she isn't a vampire. Just a killer, the killer in the forest.
Delicate
She was beautiful. She seemed unsurprised. So unsurprised it was as if she expected me to be there, expected her stalker-more like her wolf, ready to strike st his unsuspecting victim. She had wonderful long golden brown hair, and sky blue eyes. She was a cheerleader. Last năm she couldn't stand up straight, let alone do a cartwheel.Literally, she couldn't stand up straight, she had a broken leg. She got thêm coordinated this year, but she was still extremely clumsy. I caught her a couple of time, but she still didn't notice me.
I wanted so bad to drink her blood, just to see how it tasted. A million victims. I couldn't bring myself to do that. Her blood raced through my mind. The sort of metal taste, the one you're afraid might shock your teeth. I could almost taste it. All the way from here.
She liked to watch the sunset, I did, too. I watched it with her. I felt like i was standing tiếp theo to her and when she stood out there at three-thirty three. I charted all of the times in my notebook for the first three days that I realized how beautiful she was. I came out at all of the times written in my notebook. Sometimes I even stalked her for days at a time recording the times she was out there. I loved the things she loved; I would because I watched her house, too. I watched her read and wake up. I watched her receive her mail from Janie, the mail lady. Complete letters about sleep and other stuff she did in her bedroom. Ha human girls.
I wanted to go see her. I wanted to tell her that I knew about her and her poor innocent victims. I wanted to, but I was nervous. How would I say it? "hey, there Claudia, i have been stalking you, watching bạn through your window. Yeah, so I know bạn kill people, hope this doesn't change anything between us." I would expect her to push me off a cliff! hoặc call the cops. No, I would become the thing I needed, the thing she has enough of. I would become her friend.
That would be fairly difficult to pull off. Being a boy would give me a disadvantage. I needed a girl, just until she knew who I was, what I was.
"Blair? No. Sarah? No. Stephanie? Hmmm. Not bad. Carter? Perfect. Anne? No. Well, Stephanie Anne Carter. Doesn't seem to bad."
"What are bạn saying?"Someone said, I looked around for that someone. Nobody was there.
"Okay," I said.
"Aren't bạn going to answer me?"
"I don't see you."
"I don't want bạn to."
"Who are you?"
"A killer. Who are you?"
"A stalking Killer. And the funny thing, I know who bạn are, Claudia."
"How do you? What? I don't understand how do bạn know my name?"
"I'd know that scent anywhere, and the voice. The only thing that knocked me off guard was the other blood, I thought, perhaps bạn were not alone, and bạn were alone. Just have another victim to your murderous crimes."
"You make it sound...repulsive, I need this to stay alive. I am a vampire, and bạn are one as well.I don't understand how bạn find drinking blood repulsive, but bạn do it yourself. Explain, please."
"I am a killer, but I kill those who deserve to die."
"Everybody deserves to die! bạn don't just choose who can and cannot die."
"You make it sound like a privilege."
"It is a privilege to die under such a being."
"I kill murderers. I don't want to kill you." The rain poured down on my face, making tears.
"I am a vampire not a killer."
"I object." I ran as fast I could. The forest was so quiet; all I could hear was the sound of my feet beating on the bare ground, my tim, trái tim thumping, I could smell her fresh kill, and I felt my tình yêu towards her growing on me. My mind was saying, "Go back! She's a killer, bạn eat killers for breakfast, literally!" But my tim, trái tim was saying, "Run! Don't go back! bạn don't want to kill her!" I was torn.
My instincts left me, feet tumbled from under me; arms clutching the pain I felt from my heart, so they couldn't break my fall. I fell flat on my face. I laid there for a while, letting the pain consume me. Letting it eat me from inside. I go up. I was still in tình yêu with her, even if she knew her stalker was a vampire, who murdered killers like her.
I reached the hàng đầu, đầu trang of the mountain. I stared down. what time is it? where is she? I pulled out my watch, and I knew the answer three-thirty two. She should be out bởi now. Waiting for three-thirty three. She was not there, not at her house, I think I know where she is.
Searching for me, tracking my scent, blood gives bạn special abilities, super scent is one of them. She wasn't aware of the time; she just had to know me. My name, my walk, my personality. The perfect way to get to her is to go back to school Monday and act like I didn't know her, maybe then I would get her attention.
The smell! Her smell! she was close. I had to run, hoặc hide. I knew the perfect place. Where she hid, her scent was there, she wouldn't smell mine. No vampire could do that.
She sniffed around. She knew i was there, but she heard her mother calling her. She was quick, but not fast. It took her twenty giây to get to the bottom of the mountain. Another half giờ to her place. (She couldn't go as fast as she was capable.) Once she was inside I ran to the cliff.
That was all too close; I need to find some place safer. I ran down the mountain, and back up, and then I noticed a trail leading to the peak. I followed it. It was much better than my last place. It had a better view of... her house. Plus so much more. the smell was unbearable, that was the best part, she wouldn't pick up my scent.
I ran back to my house. Angry as ever, I, first watched her. Her sleep, read,everything. Then i left to my house.
"I don't understand!" I tossed a lamp. "She...Ugh!"
I laid down, not sleeping, just laying there. Thinking...about her. The smile fading from her face when didn't know everything about me. The anguish in her eye. The dew on the grass, while her feet ran to catch me. I wished for a Butterfinger, not a kẹo bar, but a human finger dipped in butter. Mmm. Yummy. Don't ask me how I go from her, to a Butterfinger vampire style, I just do.
