Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Chrissy: FOR ERICA

This is for Erica, who loves Emmett
Read her story for me on her blog Erica101
there is a link under "Peachy Keen Blogs"
"Hmm. " I frowned as my hands searched blindly for the key that belonged to my apartment at the bottom of my purse. My fingers found my wallet, cell phone, a few pens, but no keys. In growing annoyance I pulled the bag up close to my face, letting my eyes comb the contents thereof. It was fruitless, however, because I was absolutely blind in the darkness.
With a growl I threw the purse on the floor. They must be hidden away somewhere at the bottom of my car. I glanced back towards the dark parking lot. There was no way I was going back there...
I shuddered.
Sighing I began searching for the spare key that was placed somewhere in the potted plant beside the door. Normally I would just knock, but my roommate was back at home for the week, leaving me alone. Muttering nonsense, my frustration grew. Forget the key! I would just break in. I walked carefully over to the large front window and began trying to get a grip on the none graspable glass. Naturally my fingers kept slipping. I tried a few more times before completely giving up and deciding that banging on the it was much more effective. I screeched along with the my pounding fists, for good measure.
"Not the most stealthy of thieves." I jumped greatly and spun around, my eyes wide with fear. There in front of me was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. He was tall and enormously broad with pale pale skin and the strangest eyes. Liquid red... and beautiful.
"Duh...i ... umm.... keys.. chicken... gah... you... butterfly... ahdhkfdgoijdasdljlll..." Horror struck me as i realized that I had just babbled like that. He flashed a dazzling white smile, nearly blinding me.
"I"m Emmett," his silky voice told me.
"Erm... eh... Erica.... heh," I managed, while trying to discreetly wipe the drool from my chin.
He stepped closer "Well, Erica, I hope you don't mind if I...." With one step he closed the distance between us and pressed his lips to mine. I practically fainted, but he held me tight. His lips left mine traveled down my neck. I was in such a daze that I didn't really feel the bite, until he apologized. Slowly I could feel the life draining from me as he sucked out my blood. But I was able to utter one last final sentence, "Chrisanne... you are going to pay for this!"
Then I died.
The end.

4 Comments:

Blogger Ericrazy said...

yay for the traveling lips of a sexy, dead, hot-man!!!!

:]


*dies again*

August 5, 2008 at 1:32 AM  
Blogger curleighlocks said...

wow! That's intense! So wait, did you write this or did Erica?

August 5, 2008 at 2:16 PM  
Blogger curleighlocks said...

you should write me a story! Except about a cowboy or something!
Speaking of cowboys, whatever happened to your cowboys and indians story??

August 5, 2008 at 4:12 PM  
Blogger Stephano F-150 said...

haha! A little abrupt, but for a short story, it's justifiable! Love it!!

August 5, 2008 at 9:37 PM  

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