my next bit: (but, please do take some time to read the note i wrote to you at the end of this, cuz its important)
When I next opened my eyes, it was night again, and I noticed, after much time had passed, that I was staring up at the frame of the four poster bed I lay in, wondering if I should even bother to draw back the curtains to greet the marvellous night. For what was there worth waking to? Another lonely walk along the roads of New Orleans? Another drink to consume within a crowded tavern? I closed my eyes, breathing slowly and heavily as I listened to the sounds of the night. Yet as I did so, my mind began to drift away, focusing deeply on the new thoughts that arose. How can you pick up the threads of a life that no longer existed? A life that seemed so distant, that you had forgotten any knowledge of its normality. I had for so long dreamed of returning to my beloved New Orleans, yet so much had changed, and I felt as though I was a stranger in a new world, trying to find my place.
I sat up in bed, my hands sweating slightly as I pulled off my covers, and slowly reached for the velvet curtain surrounding me. I drew back the curtain, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, yet I paused, my eyes open wide, cutting through the abundant darkness. My head began to spin dangerously. I placed a hand on my forehead, realizing that I had not fed for quite some time, and I needed blood desperately. I dismissed any negative thoughts that lingered in my mind, instead concentrating on my hunger pains. As I showered and dressed, my hunger grew stronger, an aching feeling that tugged at my body, and a burning desire that ran through my heart, urging me to strike down the next person who came into my view. I eagerly seized the keys from a small wooden table beside the door, pulling on my jacket as I left the room, closing the door soundlessly and locking it.
My eyes quickly scanned over a mass of approaching people, yet through my swift surveillance, I caught sight of a young woman, who gradually began to drift away from the group. As I followed the woman, I kept my footsteps silent, as I did not want to rouse her suspicion. The woman quickened her pace, her figure somewhat far in view, yet still through the darkness, I could see her short brown hair, blowing gently in the breeze. The woman then turned a corner, and as I came to this corner, I realized she had so conveniently lead me down an alleyway. My pace quickened, as I knew my kill would be safe and unheard. I was now only a few inches behind the woman, yet I continued my steps, admiring the smooth, ivory skin of her neck, and the tender veins that tensed when I placed my hand on her shoulder. I turned her to me, wildly biting into her neck, her gentle gasp echoing through my ears. My eyes began to close slowly, my body overwhelmed with ecstasy, my mind recalling the familiar taste of warm blood that rushed through me. I pulled the woman tighter to me, draining her of more of her sweet blood, fulfilling my hearts’ desire.
I opened my eyes, and carefully removed my teeth from the woman’s neck, just as I felt her go limp in my arms. I released my grip from the woman, letting her fall, yet I did not move. I stood still, finding myself staring at her form, as she lay lifeless on the solid ground. I bent down before the woman, staring intensely into her chocolate brown eyes, which made no movement, just gazed up at me, cold and dead. Eventually, I grew aware that my hand was running down the young woman’s face, gently closing her eyelids. I blinked cautiously, watching her porcelain face as though I had expected her eyes to open at that very moment. I got up discreetly, turning away to face the soothing night air, the taste of the woman’s blood still lingering on my lips.
When I returned to my room, I began to light many of the lamps that were placed around the room, giving me a clear view of my surroundings. I wandered over to my bed, dropping down onto it, my mind deep with pain, and my eyes aimlessly roaming over the candle lit room. I shook my head vigorously, and got up sluggishly, walking to the washing station. My feet felt heavy as I stood before the washing bowl, lifting up the water jug to fill the bowl with fresh, cool water. I soaked a cloth in the water, then lifted it up, wringing out most of the water. I looked up, finding my reflection in a mirror, and pressed the cloth to my face, wiping away any traces of blood around my mouth. I stared firmly into the mirror, until everything around me fell dark, and I no longer could hear the sounds that echoed around the room. Breathing strongly, I turned away from the mirror, choosing to leave my room once again, and wander the streets, seeking a temporary distraction for the thoughts in my mind.
Boppy: I got slightly carried away😄heh…I was going to continue this bit, and write about the meeting of Dorian and Louis, yet I wasn’t sure what to write, because I didn’t know if you had agreed to my ideas that I posted the other day. So sorry I had to sign off🙁 but my parents were getting pissed off, so I had to sign off right away, and that left me no time to see if you liked my suggestion for the meeting of Dorian. You had some good ideas🙂, I did like the one about Louis meeting dorian in the restaurant….because it is somewhere different…I just wasn’t sure bout where to go after that,(and you did say you didn’t consider dorian to be a drinker) and I could not wait to hear ur suggestions, cuz of my parents bullsh!t computer rules😖…..right now, I’m typing in word, cuz I aint allowed on the internet today😖….i don’t know what ideas you have posted, but tomorrow,(which will now be today..heh) I will check these ideas, and then I will use them to continue on with my bit, which will be about the ‘meeting’, which I’m really looking forward to writing, cuz you did create dorians description, so I think it only fair that I can create the meeting, (with suggestions from you of course🙂) which you did agree to a while back when you wrote Dorians description.