Butterflies

“Are you afraid?” he whispered in my ear, which made me shiver. I looked into his eyes that were black without end, the iris couldn’t be told from the pupils in the middle. He held my hand tightly, with his cold one. I wondered what would happen if I said no, but my mind never strayed on that topic long. All I could think about was how his pale face reminded me of the moon, guiding me through simply through the paths to take and which to not.

I leaned into him and whispered the words into his dark blue shirt and cloth jacket, “I am not afraid.” His arms in circled me and held me close, so tight I could barely breathe. He pressed his lips gently upon my neck and bit into my flesh. The sensation of butterflies rushed into my veins as his poison worked its way into my bloodstream. The small black butterflies flutter around my heart as my eyes closed to the sensation, but even with my eyes shut tight he remained standing above me at least the image of him imprinted in my memory. As I think of this, the dark, poison butterflies stop my heart. A jolt rushes through me as my heart is replaced with his butterflies of the moon.

I open my eyes and catch sight of my moon. His face smirking, dimples and all, a light hiding beneath the deepness of his black eyes. His face is now registered in full acuteness and his cold touch feels now normal against my skin.

He runs a hand through my hair and continues along my cheek, to my chin, to my neck, to the wound in which his black butterflies entered my body. “How does it feel?” He asks his fingers lingering on the two small puncture wounds, just below my jaw bone.

I look at him in disbelief. “It doesn’t matter,” I answer raising my own hands up to his black hair, lightly pulling his head closer to mine until our foreheads touched and our lips were only inches away from each other’s. “As long as I’m with you…”

With that, both pairs of eyes closed and our lips met. The moment we shared was a beautiful thing. The sun kissing the moon or the flower kissing the butterfly. We shared a love that could last for all eternity.

(Kind of mushy, but whatever, Vampires right!?)

First short story coming up soon!

The first story is a bit of a chipper love story type thing, but it's about vampires so that's awesome. The story is called "Butterflies." It has little relation to Twilight, but it seems like it is taken from there, but no where in the book does Stephenie Meyer use the same words put together as I do. Frankly, I like my story better then hers... xP Anyway expect it tomarrow......sometime......

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