Addiction

Hey, this is just a story I wrote earlier during class. It's just an attempt. So I need your help and comment please. and do point out my mistakes.

Addiction

Light sat quietly in the corner of her bedroom. The sound of blood throbbed in her ears, She craved for more, It wasn't enough to hold her thirst and hunger. She felt the need to scream on the top of her lungs.

Her long fingernails were scratching and digging through the skin of her thighs. Blood gushed out of her wounds. She wanted more and more. Her eyes widened and pupils dilated. It was time.

Suddenly she heard a loud piercing scream coming from the room next door. A small sinister smile made its way on to her lips. She bit her lower lips, desperately trying to stop herself from laughing, but it was inexorable.

She threw her head back and erupted a loud shriek of laughter. Tears were streaming down her face. She felt... happy. Her hands clamps her ears trying her hardest to block out those voices calling for her, inviting her, seducing her, tempting her.

"Light my dear. Come out and play"
"Let us have our own celebration"
"Come come! The humans won't kill themselves you know"

She whimpered in pain. Her ears were bleeding. Her eyes were wild and mad. She dug her finger into the ground. She was powerless against them. The desire to join them was impenetrable. It was infuriating.

She heard her glass window shattering along with her mirrors. Her door suddenly screeched open. She turned her head to face a black figure standing in front of her. It was him. he kneel down in front of her and reached out a hand to caress her face.

A devilish smirk was playing on his lips. She held his warm hand and kissed his palm lovingly. He placed a hand behind her head and pulled her into a tight embrace.

She breathed in his scent, burying her face in his chest. Listening to his heart beat she felt envious of him. Her heart was made of stone.

Her hands were tightly secured around his neck. Her eyes glowed bright red, her hunger was back. Her grip tightening every second. All of the sudden she heard a loud crack.

Her eyes once more widened not in pleasure but in realization that she just killed her beloved. His blood stained her cloths and dirtied her hands. She stood up and moved away from the corpse of her beloved.

The scent of his blood was unbearable. She placed a finger into her mouth, tasting him, savoring him. She closed her eyes, enjoying the beautiful, delicious taste. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She wanted more.

She heard him grunting, healing himself. Her eyes twinkled in delight and glided her way towards him. He got up from the floor, staring at her and holding out his arms. Her smile turn into a siren's grin. He twisted his head and rubbed the back of his neck, healing himself completely.

Her laughter filled the air as her beloved sweep her off her feet. He threw her on her bed with her still giggling madly.

He crawled on top of her. Slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He took out a razor and drew a long slit from his chest to his stomach. He kissed her neck passionately, butterfly kisses from her neck to collarbone. He gestured her closer to him, to his scars.

She smiled at her beloved. He urged her to feed off him. 'How considerate'

to be continued