Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

My front door was slightly opened as if someone had been in too much of a hurry to close it. My heart raced in my chest. No one else had a key. I slowly stepped in, the house dark, the only light shone through the windows. I inched and peaked around the corner of my hallway. A dark figure lurked at the end, near my bedroom door.
It stood there, back to me. It breathed heavily, clinching its fists. It screamed in anger, and punch my wall so hard its hand went right through.
"No, no, no!" It tore at its face. But I knew that voice. "No! Not again!" He sounded angrier.
"Antonio?" I examined everything, he turned around so fast I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Wha-" Then I say them, red illuminous eyes, sharp, deadly fangs.
"You shouldn't be here! Go!" He screamed at me, trying to scare me off.
"What, no, this is my house. Whats wrong." I took a step forward. In an instant, he was standing in front of me. Crimson blood drying on his chin. My eyes widened. He looked down at me, "Go." He was so stern I almost turned around. I looked up at him, to tell him off. But there was something in his eyes. Like it begged me to stay.
I found my self less scared of him. I looked up at him, concerned. "What's wrong?" I was worried for him.
"Me." He shut his eyes and shook his head.
"What's wrong with you?" I rubbed his arm.
"I'm a monster," He pushed away from me, putting his back to me.
"No your not," I said placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Looked at me!" He screamed in my face. My heart took a jump. "Look at me." There was blood on his jacket. Almost every inch of him was covered. I looked up at his eyes, they were still red, but they made me ignore everything else. There was something in his eyes drawing me closer. I had known he was what he was, but I'd ever seen him like this. He hated this side of him, wanting nothing to do with it. But here it was, standing in front of me.
As I looked into his eyes, my fear washed away. I wiped some of the blood off and smiled a meek smile.
He shut his eyes again. My hand rested on his cheek, where he covered my hand with his. His breathing slowed.
He once again looked at me. There was something in his eyes. Something I had in mine. A hunger. A wanting for what we saw. A lust. I reached up and kissed him. He backed me up to a wall. All I wanted was him.
What was it in his eyes that made me feel this way. That made me not scared? What was in his eyes.