11 April 2012
So this is the first part of that story I was talking about. I hope you like it. As always give me feed back. Criticize me as harshly as you can. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warm liquid light gently filtered through the narrow window of the humble little room to rest on an empty, neatly made bed. The fluttering of dainty feet filled the room as a girl flitted through the chamber. She nervously shifted the worn comforter for the seventh time.
Farron sighed and leaned back against her tiny wood framed bed. The soft light danced across her angelic face, long eyelashes Casting lovely shadows across her beautiful cheeks. She was simply stunning in her pure splendor. Her delicate little hand swept luxurious locks of glossy chestnut away from her face.
This room has been home ever since that dreadful night when life was turned upside down. The death of her family was constantly the cause of heart wrenching grief when she had began living here. Now it was just a reminder of how fortunate she had been that Cormic Campbell had been so close by those 12 years ago when that horrid man had attacked.
The attack. The memories haunted her like angry spirits. A dark man standing in the thick mist of the morning as their coach flew over the the dirt road. Flying out of the door as the cabin fell to its side and skidded into a ditch. The man reaching inside, pulling a figure out by his short hair. Her dear brother Callum. A silent scream erupted from her lips as the mans head descended on her brothers neck.
"knock-knock." Farrons head shot up at the sudden intrusion of her privacy. In all her years here only one person even bothered to climb the 339 steps of her tower.
Cormic Stood in her doorway, his sharp blue eyes pinning her in place. He took the three steps to carry his large body into the tiny room. He reached his hand to her cheeks to wipe the tears away.
"Stop." The single command combined with the realization that she had been crying startled her up from the edge of her bed. The breath left her lungs as her motion brought her face to face with him. The wonder in her eyes sapped the strength from his iron grip on his hunger for her. He bent his head down to brush his burning lips against the beating pulse of her neck.
She leaned her head on his strong shoulder, pushing her beautiful artery up against her soft white flesh. He moaned as the scent of cyan rubbed against his senses. His fangs elongagated and scraped against the blazing spot.
She tensed as fear flooded her body. She lashed out, shoving her body away from him and topleing over her bed.
Fury that he had once again lost control with her consumed him. He burned with the need to feed on her blood. He had only had a tiny taste of her 12 years ago after the accident.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I really hope you liked this. I hope it didn't sound overly rushed. Criticize,Criticize,Criticize!!!
Within Your Bitter Arms Ch.1 • Opuss № I