Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

your gratitude?” His face grew very wicked.
    He pressed his lips into mine forcefully. My lips crushed into my teeth. I winced, as he forced his tongue in my mouth. I could taste a small amount of residue from his blood in my mouth. It made me want to gag. I pushed him away, he flew backwards slamming into a tree.
    His evil smile grew as he moaned. “There’s my girl. See how easy it is to lose your cool. If I had been a human, you would have hurt me very badly, if not killed me,” he taunted me.
    He relished in the moment, I could see it in his eyes. I looked down at my hands. I was very strong. I could never lose it around my sister or Shane, no matter what. I held off judgment on whether Blake was going to feel my full wrath or not.
    “ Hungry?” he asked as he walked toward me.
    “ I am hungry.” I couldn’t help but admit it. I felt ravenous.
    He stepped behind a tree and pulled out a girl who looked terrified, from behind the huge old cedar tree. She was tied up with a gag in her mouth.
    "Dorian, what have you done?" I was horrified.
    He brought her to me. She looked frightened as she glanced from me to him and back to me. Her soft, green eyes pleaded with me to save her. Her tear-stained cheeks and sniffling nose pained me, but the terror in her eyes sickened me. She spoke volumes with her eyes, begging me to free her.
    I wanted to—I wanted to untie her and run with her as fast as I could. I wanted to get her away from him, but something about her sweet face made me want to touch her. I felt compelled to let my fingers just brush, a little, against her soft skin.
    She was my age, if not a little older. She had long, blonde hair like mine, but hers was thinner and wispier. She was very pretty, which didn’t seem to affect me. All I saw was the life inside of her, it sparkled. I wanted some of that sweet life.
    I looked at her white t-shirt with pink jammie pants, and assumed Dorian had taken her from her bed.
    Everything in my body told me to save the girl. Nearly everything inside of me screamed to run away from her. A small dominant part of me whispered for me to just brush against her thin bare arm, with just one finger. I wanted just one taste of her. I couldn’t fight myself as I lifted my right hand. I touched the soft fabric of her white cotton shirt. I could see her pink nipples sticking out in the cool forest air through her thin t-shirt. I let my hand fall to her bare arm, her skin jolted against mine.
    She had been struggling until I touched her, then she stood very still. I let my finger drag down her bicep filling me up.
    I pulled my hand away, shutting off the sensation.
    She looked dazed, taking deep breaths. I let my finger brush her warm skin again, and as I touched her I felt the sensation again. I was being filled up.
    I pulled away again. An unnamed need filled me so strongly. I felt my body act before my brain could react. I grabbed both of her bare arms with my hands and held her tightly. I was certain I would tear the arms right off of her. I felt a light come down from the sky like a sunbeam, as I was filled completely.
    There had been a void inside of me, a hole that had needed filling. I had been unaware of it, until I touched her. I had mistaken it as hunger. I pulled every last little bit from her. I felt her run out—I was still a little hungry, so to speak. I squeezed her thin arms hoping to get every last little drop.
    As the connection faded and she was empty, I let go. She fell to the ground in a heap. I flexed my thin fingers, stretched them. I felt alive in that moment, like I was a battery that had just been recharged.
    I looked at Dorian, whose eyes sparkled with life, as he watched me experience it for the first time. He knew the feeling I was having at that moment, it was ecstasy.
    I looked down at the heap of girl on the ground. “Is she okay?”
    He shook his head. “No, she’s gone my dear. Try to think of them as sheep. It gets easier.”
    I blinked. I didn’t fully comprehend what was being said. I knelt beside her and shook her. I could see the places I had squeezed so hard on her thin arms. She moved like a sleeping person when I shook her, but she didn’t stir.
    “ You’ve drained her life from her, she's a shell now. Her soul is free,” his voice was a whisper in the silent forest.
    I looked up at him and felt a tear form in my eyes. “She’s dead. I killed her.”
    He nodded. “It’s either feed off of them or die yourself.”
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