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I think I just ran over a...vampire?(2) Introductions |
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“Don’t worry,” the guy followed my line of vision to the tools on the wall, “We only use those for the kind of thing that you saw me kill before.”
That helps the feeling of terror, I thought, This guy was really into gore, wasn’t he?
He saw my semi-disgusted look and chuckled. The back of his hand brushed my cheek softly as he slid his hand under my chin and lifted my face to his.
If I hadn’t thought he was hot before.... My face probably flushed because his eyes shot to my neck. Okay, weird. Then I thought about it. It made sense. A hot guy was this close to me so of course I’ll blush and my heart will pump faster. So he was watching my pulse in my jugular vein.
I was surprised at myself for figuring it out so fast. Points for loving horror novels! My attention was back on the guy as he leaned close to my neck. I tensed visibly as I felt his breath on my neck. I heard him breathe in and shudder.
I tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip on my chin. I winced as the pressure pinched my skin to my jawbone. Before I could stop myself, I had raised my hand to smack him when his other hand closed around my wrist.
“Ah ah ah...” he tutted, “You have to play nice if you ever want to leave here.” He moved his mouth to my ear and added, “In one piece.”
I let my arm go limp in his grip, along with my head. He let go of my hand and he looked at my face again.
“So, what’s your name?” he asked.
I paused for a moment, debating on giving him a fake name. I decided against it. Didn’t want him to “accidentally” hurt me with a tool from the pretty wall.
I sighed, “Winry.” He looked at me for a second.
“Short for...?”
“Winifred.” I grimaced, I hated my full name. I hated the three other nicknames that people tried to use: Wendy, Fred, and Winnie. They just sounded so...proper. Well, not Fred obviously, but I didn’t want a boy name for my nickname. So one time I saw a show, Fullmetal Alchemist I believe it was called, and I heard the name. Hey, it could come from Winifred...I degress...
“Winry...” he repeated. I shivered and he smirked again. It wasn’t that I liked the way he said my name, he sounded so sinister when he said it.
He let go of my chin and lifted me up by my upper arm.
“Nate,” he told me. I looked up at him with a confused look on my face. “That’s what you can call me,” he added.
Nathaniel...”The Gift of God”...
 VicinityObscenity · Tue Jan 29, 2008 @ 11:54pm · 1 Comments |
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