The Vampire's Desires

THE VAMPIRE'S DESIRES 18+

~Fucking you is all about me~

~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~

~Am a vampire, you a witch~

~Am gonna fuck you like one~

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SCARLETT'S POV.

The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck.

Whatever the utterly putrid smell was coming from the woods beyond. This deer wasn't the only unfortunate soul in the circle of life today. My camera clicked as I took another photo of the poor creature's tongue dangling from it's maw. With some light editing, these photos will look great on my blog.

Few people were interested in all things morbid and dark but I didn't care. My photos were thrilling. My college professors didn't particularly enjoy my photography style, however that never bothered me. Rising from a crouch, l carefully placed my camera back in the bag. A chilly air blew over me and lifted up the ends of my recently dyed black hair.

The fall weather in New England had more of a bite than it did back home in Texas causing me to shiver within my over sized Metallica hoodie. October in New England was good and I had to admit it. I haven't been in this area since I was young girl and the sight of vibrant red, burnt orange and pale yellow leaves in the trees was breath taking.

There was a smell of recent rain on the ground. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply to draw that sense of nature into myself. It was invigorating to smell the storm and feel the bite in the air. I kept walking down the side of the main road into town and away from the bus stop, feeling the crunch of gravel under my Doc Martin's as l went.

In the distance l saw the aging stone and wooden sign welcoming me to the town my family originated from ages ago.

Welcome to Willow Wood.

My feet carried me along the road where the first fallen leaves of the season were withering away. The last tiny white wild flowers of the season were still attempting to grow up through the grass. Ignoring the leaves, Willow Wood looked much like l remembered as I entered town. If was positively miniscule compared to Dallas.

Downtown was barely larger than an entire square block and main Street really was just unimpressive street. The only thiing that astounded about downtown Willow was the architecture and the fact that these buildings we're still standing. Although I wasn't a history buff, l could now appreciate the historic sights while imagining what life might have been like hundreds of years ago.

As l made my way through the town , what caught my attention was the sense of abandonment. In the Summers l spent here as a child. I would have sworn these streets were always bustling yet now l barely saw a soul walking around. The shops were clearly open but no one was out.

Even for a Wednesday afternoon, l thought that was odd. My great aunt's house was only another ten miles away so l adjusted my bag on my shoulder and soldiered on. Just as l rounded the corner of the main Street , l surprisingly saw two women exiting a small bakery. Ever since I walked around willow wood, these were the first people my eyes have seen.

Quietly l walked however just as l walking behind them,the conversation I heard instantly made my heart to skip a beat. "Did you hear about the Faraway's little girl?", A woman in her late thirties murmured. Her face pulled down, stressing her early wrnkles as she gossiped with her companion. The other woman was slightly aging with fading red hair. She was nodding passively as they walked through the empty street.

"I did know about Faraway's little girl, l always tell my kids not to walk out of the house as soon as the sun goes down", She responded. "It's not safe it's dangerous'. You know they say that they haven't found her body ever since that time", The other one spoke.

"And they won't find her, when people in this place go missing, there's nothing to find", She shook her head and they walked in the boutique.

A frown appeared on my face after listening to their conversation. These streets were once full of people and you never heard of a missing person but things were no longer the same. There was a reason why mom and dad decided to leave this place quickly..

I was also curious but then Great Aunt Matilda Gomez always kept telling me that "There must always be a Gomez in Willow Wood" . She kept saying it for a pretty good time so l decided to come since I was also a Gomez. 'Scarlett Gomez' She also stayed in here for a pretty good time but she was so old so mom and dad came and picked up The excitement instantly swelled when I stopped in front of the waist high iron gate to Aunt Matilda's home.

The lights were off inside as l expected it would be. I dug into my pockets for the keys but then just as l was looking for them, l felt all the hairs on the back of my head raise up. The sun was already setting up but I inwardly felt like l was being watched. I bodily shivered and whipped around. I searched the front yard and street. Surprisingly there was no single soul walking around but I still felt inwardly like l was being watched by an invisible creature.

My stomach knotted and I moved faster to unlock the door. I held my breath feeling clumsier than ever as I struggled to shove the key in the key and turn it. My hands trembled and I felt like I forgot to open up a door. That feeling of something terrifying watching me grew stronger on the back of my head.

I was sweating, totally afraid.

The satisfying groan of that old heavy wooden door swinging open allowed me to take a deep breath. With rush of fresh oxygen to my brain and the door slamming shut behind my back, the intense creepy feeling finally faded away. Lavender and an undeniable sense of comfort settled over me like a warm blanket, replacing the dread instantly.

My sight was filled with the warm, rich wooden walls covered in curiosities and oddities that the Great Aunt Matilda Gomez had collected through out her whole life. A taxidermized bat in a dome jar, picture frames filled up with different local insects and dried flowers of every kind were the ones in the house.

A smile lit up my face as I remembered fawning over Aunt Matilda's collection every summer. I dropped my bag on the bench in the front foyer and made my way through the old house that always felt like a true home for me. As a kid, this was favorite place to visit during the summer.

It was heartbreaking when I got older. Mom and dad refused me to come back here and told me that they were going to pick up aunt Matilda from this place. They only accepted me to come back all because of aunt Matilda. She always kept telling them that 'There must always be a Gomez in Willow Wood".

Halfway to the kitchen, my fingers traced over a faded picture of my Nana and Great Aunt with many little kids in the photo who l didn't recognize. I sadly didn't know most of them and I didn't have any details about them. I was never told that any of them died. So many faces in the picture were looking at me but I was only inwardly asking myself where the hell they all went.

It was nostalgic being here again after so many years away. I didn't realize the extent that I missed this place until now. As l entered in the kitchen, l saw the mixer where Aunt Matilda taught me to make cookies and the massive old school hearth where she would make her special tea concoctions.

That fireplace was always one of my favorite things about this kitchen. It was the original one built with the house and we'll preserved over the years. As happy as I was to be here, it was terribly disappointing to find the kitchen barren. The house has been empty for a pretty good time.

There was nothing to find. No more of Great Aunt Matilda Gomez's special tea or warm gooey chocolate chip cookies. Just as my stomach grumbled from being empty for hours, suddenly there came a tapping. My heart instantly lurched into my throat as soon as I heard it. It was as if there was someone knocking gently, rapping on the front door.

After pondering how empty the town was , l was now more scared. It seemed strange that not even an hour as passed after getting here but then there was someone on the door knocking. Perhaps I was simply paranoid but there was a twist in my stomach that wouldn't untangle. "It's just some visitor knocking on the door. Just a visitor nothing much,. Yes just a visitor", Muttering under my breath, l attempted to reassure myself.

The slow steady knocking continued and I took a deep breath. "Just s visitor, or a neighbor something like that", Despite the tremor in my hand, l took a step toward the hallway leading to the front of the door. My breath stuck in my throat and I could have sworn the hallway looked darker than it did a moment ago.

It all seemed like the world was narrowing and warning me not to go in that direction. After a brief pause the knocking picked up again and stronger this time. "Coming", l called shaking my head to clear the odd fogg settling in my mind. "It's just a neighbor or something", l mentally repeated.

Through the foggy glass oval on the thick door, l couldn't see anyone. There was darkness there and nothing more. Only feint traces of sunlight illuminated the hallway. I stopped for a moment wondering if whoever had been knocking gave up and left. However a flicker of shadow across the glass and three more solid knocks made me to quickly jump. .

I swallowed hard and pushed my legs towards the door. All l could focus on was the sight of my hand reaching for the door as the silhouette outside remained unmoving on the porch. Once the door clicked and swung open, l released the breath l didn't think I was holding. A young man in sunglasses and a red hoodie took up my vision with curly blonde hair spilling out of the sides.

He slightly hunched over away from the setting sun in a distance. When he had a second to take me in, his brows shot up over the rim of his glasses. I had a brief thought for a moment. It was really strange for him to wear sunglasses at this time. That thought quickly faded away from my mind when an excited smile split his lips and a breathless chuckle left him

"Scarlett? is that really you?", He asked. My mouth opened up to answer but then before I could do it, he was already talking again. "I thought it was you when I saw someone walking down the street, it has been years", He spoke out and for a split second he seemed to step forward, his arms reaching out as though he would embrace me however before he could do it, he instantly stopped dead in the doorway.

By the look on his face it seemed like there was something on the doorway that couldn't allow him to step in the house. His head tilted back and at that angle l could see that his eyes were scanning the door frame between us. His eyes stopped at Great Aunt Matilda's tricket of twine and dried herbs in the corner of the doorway.

He shockingly scowled at the sight of the herbs.

"Am sorry. You will have to forgive me. I don't think that I know you", At my words he finally looked at me again. "Oh! It has been years so l understand, after all we were children the last time we saw each other", He lifted up his arm and pointed at the faded line green house across the street.

"I live across the street. We played together as children when you came in the summer, I'm anyway Richard", He murmured and at this words, the blonde hair and the name finally rung a bell in the back of my head. Memories quickly flashed behind my eyes of playing in the garden with a little boy in the dark.

He always came out to play right before it was time for me to go to bed. I recalled Aunt Matilda warning me about playing with him in the dark. "Oh! Yeah Richard, l do remember you", l smiled. So, he wasn't a complete stranger. Apparently we were friends while still young. "Great! I'm so happy that you remember, we used to have a lot of fun playing in this garden", He chuckled turning around to survey the front lawn as if seeing us there as we were years ago, playing and laughing even now.

"Sorry that I don't remember much", l offered after a moment of silence. "Oh! no worries l don't think that your aunt liked me all that much but we now grown up", His laugh that followed was hollow and it made me feel uneasy. Things became worse when my stomach all of the sudden growled, loudly and abnoxiously. I was practically starving. I grimaced a bit embarrassed.

"Oh! If you were in the middle of dinner, I'm sorry to have interrupted", His hands flew up, waving nervously. "No there's nothing to eat here", The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could even think about them. "Well if that's the case there's a place around the corner of the main Street that makes a killer panini if you up for a bite, let's go",. It was an innocent enough offer.

Well I wanted to go and have something to eat but I was feeling unsettled. I didn't know why I was feeling like that. He seemed to be genuine but still something was fishy. Something was wrong but per now my focus was on grabbing dinner. "Actually that sounds good, thanks for the offer, let me just grab my things real quick",

"Awesome", He grinned widely. It had to be a trick of the light but l think his teeth looked sharp. After blinking they we're normal again. Telling myself that it was all surreal, l grabbed my wallet and keys from the bench in the foyer while Richard waited on the porch. He could have stepped inside since I left the door wide open but I think he was being polite.

He briefly stepped away as I locked up the front door. However I quickly noticed how close he stood more nearer to me as the lock clicked into place. A shiver i'mmediately ran down my spine but then the hunger pangs in my stomach were stronger than my sense of self preservation.

"Did he just sniff me?", I inwardly asked myself as I turned my head to him. "Let's go", He smiled. I played it cool and smiled back. We turned to the street and I shook my head again. Richard wasn't standing nearer to me so l must be imagining things. He was standing at a respectable distance on the walk to the downtown.

"So tell me what have you been up to for these fifteen years", He started as he shoved his hands in his hoodie pockets as we walked down the sidewalk. "Wow. Has it been really that long?", I balked to think that it had been so many years since I spent quality time in Willow Wood.

"I think so , l was probably nine or ten the last time l saw you if I'm remembering right", He shrugged his shoulders but he went on with talking. "Your aunt caught us playing in the front yard just after sun down and she got upset then shooed me away", He said chuckling. "Wow! I don't remember that all , it has been a long time and I haven't been really up for so long, I did some sports hated them then went for photography ,what about you ?",

"College? Wow! I have been just hanging around town and working, nothing much", His conversation was vague and I got the sense that he was disinterested in how my life had gone. A frown twitched on my face but thankfully downtown came into view. He pointed out at a small cafe pushed into the corner of the line of building

Main Street was around the corner and it didn't go unnoticed by me that the town was still eerily quiet. No body was moving around. It was alao slowly darkening. Heavy night fall was on the horizon and wind was blowing around us. The sudden rush of frosty night air made the airs rise up on the back of my neck and ny stomach to fell to my feet.

I didn't know what the hell was happening to me but the disturbing sensations rolling through my body distracted me and my boot ended up missing the curb entirely as I walked. Instead of walking on the sidewalk with Richard, my ankle hit the concrete and twisted. Gravel gave way under as my body fall down.

My hands flew out to catch me but it was to late, I slammed into the cobblestone street. A grunt escaped out of my mouth as my face slammed into the stone. A pointed rock in the street scratched up the side of my wrist then I tasted blood in my mouth. The pain of falling knocked the wind out of my lungs..

Almost instantly the sting in my lip and wrist burnt to life. An agonized groan escaped free as my shaky arms attempted to push my body up. I felt heavy as my weakened arma shook from the effort. "Ouch!", I grumbled when l finally sat up. Pulling down the sleeve of my Metallica hoodie, l saw the fresh gash on my arm weeping tears of crimson.

It accompanied the taste of cobber in my mouth from my busted lip. "Why.. why does it smell like that?", Richard's voice was far away. He was sniffing around in the air. "What do you mean?", A gasp accompanied my question when my eyes locked up with those of Richard.

"His eyes were strange.....they were", Before I could notice the color of his eyes, just like a predator he was shockingly in front of me.