Pearce - Abigail Livinghouse (first color ebook reader .TXT) 📗

      “Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” I toyed with her.

      She spat at me, it landed right on my face. This only caused me to laugh even more as I used the back of my hand to wipe off her spit.

      “Go to hell.” She ordered, trying once again to sound mean and nasty. It didn’t work.

      “Oh, I already am, and”, I leaned forward just a bit so that I could whisper in her ear. “I’ll see you there.”

      Well I pulled back I smiled, my fangs growing with a glorious release of pressure. It was going to feel so wonderful to sink my teeth into her neck, to have her blood flow into my mouth, to finally sate the hunger that would not stop nagging at me.

      Before I knew what was happening, I was soaring through the air and snapping a young pine in half before landing on my back. It took me a moment to realize that she had kicked me off of her in my lapse of attention, and in that moment she had gotten on top of me, with an arrow positioned over my heart. She was smiling, and the dumbest thought came to my mind. She has a nice smile.

      “Now, go to hell you demon.” She said, pulling back to release.

      I chuckled. I just couldn’t help it! She had actually called me a demon. I hadn’t been called that in years. I could see she was annoyed with my reaction. I wasn’t sure if she was expecting fear or begging like I had when our positions were reversed, but either way, her smile was gone.

      “What? That’s the best you got.” I challenged. Her eyes narrowed. “No, ‘you evil spawn of Satan’? No, ‘you devil incarnate’?” I sighed, my gaze shifting upwards. The sky was pitch black, barely any glittering stars up there tonight.

      I turned my attention back to the girl and said, “I must say, I’m disappointed. I expected more from you people.”

      Usually cat and mouse wasn’t my style when it came to hunting, but seeing as I had become the hunted in just a short amount of time, I deserved to have some fun with it.

      “Well go ahead love, do it and get it over with.” I mimicked her words and tone.

      She tensed, and I stiffened, readying for the end. I had been alive for a reasonable amount of time for an immortal. I had always thought my end would come by means of maybe a war or something of significance. Not from a woman hunter who accidently stumbled upon me, through fault of my own. If anything, I was disappointed in myself more than her people.

      She released, and the arrow whizzed past my shoulder to lodge itself in the soil next to me. I scowled at it, then looked at the peculiar girl.

      “Well, not what I was expecting, but alright.” I grinned at her, feeling that my fangs had gone back into hiding. And then in a move that I knew would surprise her, my foot connected with her gut and she went flying off of me.

      I didn’t stick around to see if she would be alright or not, I ran, not caring that I hadn’t gotten any dinner. I had my life, and that was all I wanted to leave with at the moment. I had my life, because the girl had decided not to kill me. Another interesting inquiry, one that actually bothered me, and continued to bother me all the way home.

Publication Date: 02-10-2014

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