The night air flowed throughout the wind chilling their bones deep as it whipped his shadowy black hair around and around. No prey seemed to be biting aside from the two girls he had already killed tonight.
I was really wondering if he was getting bored with this hunting game. He needed something more to fill the aching lust for blood that surged throughout his black veins.
Walking through the woods I knew he heard me, but I also knew he couldn't touch me. With a gentle flip in front of me he just watched with me with a mouth dripping from hot female blood." Where are you going?" he asked licking his lips." You can't possibly be leaving so early."
A cold pale hand ran through my hair and I knew what was about to happen. The grip became strong and I was pulled towards him. The hand bent my neck and growing ivory white fangs sunk into the air near my neck before he was thrown across the clearing so hard he broke two trees in half." Well, if that's all you have... I guess, I'll be leaving?" I said with a cocky full black lipped smile.
The confused vampire teen just stared back at me before growling deep within his throat in the exact noise of a hungry lion. Though he wasn't hungry at all I knew his bad mood was going to make him act no matter if he drank my veins or not.
" Ignorant witch woman." Of course, he lunged for me though I touched the tip of his nose making him fall down instantly." What? Why can't I kill you?"
" Maybe, it's because your weak. Ever fought a witch before?" He glared not wanting to get into a conversation with my kind. At least someone finally found out that it was dangerous.
" What's your name anyways, witch?"
" Abby Whiteraven. What's yours?"
" Ebony Shayde."
Ebony... Shayde. Haven't I heard that name before?