30-03-2009, 12:10 AM
AN: I know it is a bit late for this type of fan fiction, but I decided to go for it. I made this last year and came across it, while trying to clear up my computer of useless files. Anyway this is a one shot so please enjoy it!
Bloody Fangs
I slumped down on the floor, tired and hungry. The last batches of candy for the kids were gone. The moon reached its peak shining its dim light in the black starry night sky. Suddenly, I heard a glass window break from the moldy old attic.
“What was that?” I asked myself. Another crack off glass could be heard from the attic louder this time. I marched up stairs hearing a crack after each step and trying not to drag my feet. Sometime later I finally reached the attic. Just as I tried to open the molding door, the power went completely out. My hand still reached for the knob. Then, I reluctantly turned the door knob and went in.
The room was dark, but it was dimly lit by the moonlight. The floor boards and most of the other items were covered with dust. I walked forward and heard the sound of glass under my feet. I felt the pain of the glass as I walked, but decided to ignore it and move on. I walked forward near the window. Looking around, I felt a grip on my shoulder pulling me backwards.
“Fresh blood,” The voice whispered as quietly as possible. I felt a tongue tracing my neck. Saliva fell on the floor making a faint sound. Soon I felt air moving down my neck finding comfort on my skin.
“Dinner Time!”
I stood there in a trance until I felt fangs sinking right into my flesh. Crimson colored blood ran down my neck soon making a sound as it hit the attic floor.
Bloody Fangs
By: Negative Zero
I slumped down on the floor, tired and hungry. The last batches of candy for the kids were gone. The moon reached its peak shining its dim light in the black starry night sky. Suddenly, I heard a glass window break from the moldy old attic.
“What was that?” I asked myself. Another crack off glass could be heard from the attic louder this time. I marched up stairs hearing a crack after each step and trying not to drag my feet. Sometime later I finally reached the attic. Just as I tried to open the molding door, the power went completely out. My hand still reached for the knob. Then, I reluctantly turned the door knob and went in.
The room was dark, but it was dimly lit by the moonlight. The floor boards and most of the other items were covered with dust. I walked forward and heard the sound of glass under my feet. I felt the pain of the glass as I walked, but decided to ignore it and move on. I walked forward near the window. Looking around, I felt a grip on my shoulder pulling me backwards.
“Fresh blood,” The voice whispered as quietly as possible. I felt a tongue tracing my neck. Saliva fell on the floor making a faint sound. Soon I felt air moving down my neck finding comfort on my skin.
“Dinner Time!”
I stood there in a trance until I felt fangs sinking right into my flesh. Crimson colored blood ran down my neck soon making a sound as it hit the attic floor.