Post by Nicola Lea on Jan 12, 2009 16:38:58 GMT -8
Cold Heart Beating
Blood trickled down rippled flesh as the woman’s dying spasms faded. Jason ripped his fangs from her flesh and smacked his lips as he wiped the excess blood from his chin, dropping the woman to the ground. A glance at her pale corpse told him that she was dead. Having had his fill, Jason turned out of the dark alleyway and headed down the brightly lit streets of Sydney.
Meanwhile, in a quieter part of the city, a young girl ventured out into the darkness. At the tender age of sixteen, Aurora had been left to fend for herself. Her long black hair swished from side to side as it glistened in the light of the full moon. She turned into the graveyard with her hand clutched around a single white rose. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to visit her parents at night but she felt that somehow they could hear her better in the silence of the unknown. Kneeling at the edge of the grave, Aurora laid the rose over her mother and bent her head in prayer.
The sound of steady breathing alerted Aurora to the figure prowling almost silently between the graves. She raised her head to watch the shadow glide purposefully towards a stone crypt. She had already risen to leave when a hand slid over her mouth. The sharp point of a knife met her throat. A sharp intake of breath from Aurora had her turned to see her attacker. He was wearing a black ski mask and seemed incredibly strong. Aurora’s hands flew to her mouth but she couldn’t pry his hand from her lips any longer than to let out a panicked shriek. Her attacker tightened his grip and dragged her back a few metres. He was about to slide the knife across her throat to kill her when he suddenly released her and scrambled backwards. Aurora turned instantly to find that another figure had pounced onto her attacker. They struggled for a moment before one of them fell to the ground where he lay, unmoving. The newcomer hovered over the man before turning to leave.
“Wait,” The whimpering voice came from the trembling Aurora. Her fingers brushed in a feathery movement over the man’s shoulder. He paused and turned to face her. In the light of the full moon, Aurora noticed the rugged features of her saviour. He was handsome in a way that she found it hard to describe. He seemed to almost smile for a moment but it could be passed off as a trick of the dim light.
“Yes?” came the voice of one worn by the years past. Aurora brushed her fingers along her throat, surprised to find only a single flaw. She withdrew her hand to find a smear of blood.
“Thankyou, Mr..?” Aurora asked, unfazed. Her words were blurred as the tantalising scent of blood filled the air. Jason swallowed.
“Jason, just Jason,” he told her as he attempted to stop himself salivating. He didn’t know why but she was so enticing. Her scent was so pure. It was like nothing he had ever smelt. Just the thought of blood as alluring as hers made his canines start to twitch beneath his moist lips. He groaned inwardly as she brushed her ivory hair back off her neck.
“Well thankyou Jason, I’m Aurora. You saved my life,” Aurora didn’t know who this stranger was and she didn’t really care, but she owed him her life. How was she going to repay such a debt? Something seemed to be happening to him. His face was convulsing in the inadequate lighting. Aurora reached out. “Are you okay?”
Blood trickled down rippled flesh as the woman’s dying spasms faded. Jason ripped his fangs from her flesh and smacked his lips as he wiped the excess blood from his chin, dropping the woman to the ground. A glance at her pale corpse told him that she was dead. Having had his fill, Jason turned out of the dark alleyway and headed down the brightly lit streets of Sydney.
Meanwhile, in a quieter part of the city, a young girl ventured out into the darkness. At the tender age of sixteen, Aurora had been left to fend for herself. Her long black hair swished from side to side as it glistened in the light of the full moon. She turned into the graveyard with her hand clutched around a single white rose. She didn’t know why she felt the urge to visit her parents at night but she felt that somehow they could hear her better in the silence of the unknown. Kneeling at the edge of the grave, Aurora laid the rose over her mother and bent her head in prayer.
The sound of steady breathing alerted Aurora to the figure prowling almost silently between the graves. She raised her head to watch the shadow glide purposefully towards a stone crypt. She had already risen to leave when a hand slid over her mouth. The sharp point of a knife met her throat. A sharp intake of breath from Aurora had her turned to see her attacker. He was wearing a black ski mask and seemed incredibly strong. Aurora’s hands flew to her mouth but she couldn’t pry his hand from her lips any longer than to let out a panicked shriek. Her attacker tightened his grip and dragged her back a few metres. He was about to slide the knife across her throat to kill her when he suddenly released her and scrambled backwards. Aurora turned instantly to find that another figure had pounced onto her attacker. They struggled for a moment before one of them fell to the ground where he lay, unmoving. The newcomer hovered over the man before turning to leave.
“Wait,” The whimpering voice came from the trembling Aurora. Her fingers brushed in a feathery movement over the man’s shoulder. He paused and turned to face her. In the light of the full moon, Aurora noticed the rugged features of her saviour. He was handsome in a way that she found it hard to describe. He seemed to almost smile for a moment but it could be passed off as a trick of the dim light.
“Yes?” came the voice of one worn by the years past. Aurora brushed her fingers along her throat, surprised to find only a single flaw. She withdrew her hand to find a smear of blood.
“Thankyou, Mr..?” Aurora asked, unfazed. Her words were blurred as the tantalising scent of blood filled the air. Jason swallowed.
“Jason, just Jason,” he told her as he attempted to stop himself salivating. He didn’t know why but she was so enticing. Her scent was so pure. It was like nothing he had ever smelt. Just the thought of blood as alluring as hers made his canines start to twitch beneath his moist lips. He groaned inwardly as she brushed her ivory hair back off her neck.
“Well thankyou Jason, I’m Aurora. You saved my life,” Aurora didn’t know who this stranger was and she didn’t really care, but she owed him her life. How was she going to repay such a debt? Something seemed to be happening to him. His face was convulsing in the inadequate lighting. Aurora reached out. “Are you okay?”
