This is an excerpt of a short story called Bloody Romance.
I have been working on this for nearly two years.
Feedback is welcome and encouraged.
Samuel Jones sits at his kitchen table reading the front page of the New York Times. An article on the economy catches his eye. It is something about the stock market. For the moment it has his attention one hundred percent. The sun is almost invisible outside on his left side above stainless sink fixtures that were installed a week prior. They go perfectly with marble countertop. The cellular phone hidden in his pocket vibrates nearly seven times before it went to voice mail. This is the second cell phone that he brought in the past year. The last one cracked in his fist after the accident.
His bronze skin shimmers under the fluorescent light in the ceiling. The waves in his brown hair hung down to his shoulders. It was a good time to cut his hair. Yet, he had not had the time. A hunger built inside of him. The words on the page grew blurry. Normally, he raids the refrigerator but, it was more than that. He desired something else but, was unsure of what. Up out of the chair, he rose abandoning the paper on the table.
Through the living room, he travels across the soft fabric of the rug with his bare feet trailing. It was the one his mom helped him pick out. It was the only thing that did not clash with his beige walls and sand colored furniture. Up a flight of steps, he turns to the right and made his way up a hallway towards a lone door. The smell of lavender and honeysuckle enters his nose. He grips the door knob with his right hand and slowly opening the door not making a sound.
A young woman is bent over with her back to him tucking the end of a cranberry comforter into a mattress. The sound of her heartbeat begins to mesmerize him. He watches her smoothing out the spread. Dark ebony hair hangs to the nape of her neck. A crimson glow kisses the cinnamon hue on her bare arms and legs. She wears an emerald sun dress and silver sandals on her feet. Upon realizing that someone is looking at her, she pauses turning around. A look of concern washes over her face as she sees who it was.
“Is anything wrong,” she asked. Sam shakes his head with a sigh He folds his muscular arms over his chest. He is wearing a dark-colored tank top and black jeans that hangs low on his hips. The woman starts to ask him another question but, before she can finish her sentence his hands are around her forearms. The initial shock sets in as she stares into his blue-green eyes. A single tear falls from her eyes as she swallows.
Her heart pounds as he leans in placing his cheek against hers. The feeling makes her uncomfortable. Something is not right; she feels it in her gut. A first instinct is to try to break away from him and run. However, there is no telling how he would react. So, she stays still as Sam rubs his cheek against hers.
“It will be alright,” Sam said attempting to calm her. He runs his hands up to her shoulders and caresses her soft skin. Gently, he wipes away all of her tears. “Don’t cry, Laurie,” he says. A faint scent wafts through her pores along with the sweat that gathered at the small of her back. His eyes follow a glistening trail of sweat as it slid down her chest in-between her breasts and disappeared down lower. What he would give to follow it further down.
All of a sudden he winces as a pair of fangs tore through his gums. The feeling is excruciating as the teeth lowered filling his mouth with the bitter taste of his own blood. It is something that he will eventually become use to or so he told himself. He then swallows down the blood and it absorbs into his system. His pale pink lips part which reveals his sharp teeth as he lets out a sigh. Laurie stares in horror unable to understand what she sees. Her fear makes the blood within her veins pound. The sound was like the rhythm to a song. It is almost like an ominous melody that leads to a climax or a character’s early death. He shuts his eyes and listened to it allowing himself to slip into a trance. As he sways slightly, Laurie stares at him. There is no telling what he is going to do to her.
His eyes open slowly as Sam starts taking shallow breaths. A glazed over look is present. The hunger within takes control forcing his hand as he turns Laurie’s face to the right. Her jugular vein pulsates under her skin. Slowly, he traces his lips with his tongue as saliva builds in his mouth. One quick strike and he will be satisfied. For her, the pain will be excruciating and a small wound left on her throat.
Sam is fully aware that by doing so he will lose a very valuable person. She came to work for him a year ago. She agreed to work for him until her father’s debt was expunged. In exchange, he would shelter her. It is not her fault that he has been bitten. Nor was it her fault that he happens to be a shut in. The sunlight became his kryptonite that he avoids at all costs. His time of feeding is always late. Usually, his victims are women but, sometimes men. He makes it a point not to discriminate. Blood is blood. Each taste is different some bitter most sweet. Yet, Laurie’s blood is what would calm him.
“This won’t hurt a bit,” he replied, “I promise.”