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The Blood-filled Kiss
Love's enthralling kiss. Honorable Mention - Daily Flash Fiction
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Avg Rating: (2)
Word count 300


The Blood-filled Kiss





         “You can’t escape.”

         The chilling message matched the frozen horror spilling down my spine in icy rivulets. Incessant whispers clamored through my brain, their continuous vibrations devouring sanity as I ran.

         My breathing became labored, a gasp toward non-existence, while I struggled for oxygen with shredding lungs incapable of expanding. Walls of thick element manifested themselves, the air dense as I plunged through darkened night in search of escape from inevitable death.

         “Why are you running McCabe?”

         Feet raced over cobbled stones. The heel-strikes of my boots ricocheted through empty streets with an eerie tattoo, echoing my hammering heart against my ribcage. An agonizing jolt tore through my chest, tightening my heart until it crushed into a hardened fist refusing to beat.

         “You should quit and accept my offer.”

         I ran with infinity eating my heels. Copper pennies rolled across my tongue, the pungent flavor a reminder of my bitten lip. I scoured darkened corners as black as my pursuer’s heart in a futile effort. Was there no escape? I dashed into an alley hoping for cover, not a dead end. Turning, I watched my killer approach with stealth-like qualities only he possessed.

         “Your scent delights me McCabe. All that blood rushing to the surface in excited frenzy is quite an aphrodisiac.”

         Breadon sauntered with fluid grace. Breezes ruffled his hair creating wings of obsidian surrounding his exquisite face. His expression one of longing, an indescribable counterpoint against his nature, capturing me with his azure stare.

         “I do not wish your demise, only surrender. A new life awaits McCabe.”

         Breathing deeply, I bared my neck, accepting Breadon’s desires. His cool breath brushed my throat with pleasure.

         "Relax.”

         I fell into his embrace, never experiencing pain from his strong fangs perforating my artery. Ecstasy. Enraptured, I savored my first blood-filled kiss.
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