The Vampire's Weakness

THE VAMPIRE'S WEAKNESS 18+~Fucking you is all about me~~l know what you're, you not a human but a witch~~Am a vampire, you a witch~~Am gonna fuck you like one~****SCARLETT'S POV. The dead deer lay on the side of the old country road. It's bloated corpse was sorrounded by flies and buzzards circling over its head, waiting for their moment to land and gorge themselves on the feast awaiting them. The scent of decay wafted through the air. I got the feeling that it was more than just one creature laying before me. It's ultimately met the end from the front of the semi truck. Whatever the utterly putrid smell was coming from the woods beyond. This deer wasn't the only unfortunate soul in the circle of life today. My camera clicked as I took another photo of the poor creature's tongue dangling from it's maw. With some light editing, these photos will look great on my blog.Few people were interested in all things morbid and dark but I didn't care. My photos were thrilling. My colle

"Am sorry. You will have to forgive me. I don't think that I know you", At my words he finally looked at me again. "Oh! It has been years so l understand, after all we were children the last time we saw each other", He lifted up his arm and pointed at the faded line green house across the street."I live across the street. We played together as children when you came in the summer, I'm anyway Richard", He murmured and at this words, the blonde hair and the name finally rung a bell in the back of my head. Memories quickly flashed behind my eyes of playing in the garden with a little boy in the dark.He always came out to play right before it was time for me to go to bed. I recalled Aunt Matilda warning me about playing with him in the dark. "Oh! Yeah Richard, l do remember you", l smiled. So, he wasn't a complete stranger. Apparently we were friends while still young. "Great! I'm so happy that you remember, we used to have a lot of fun playing in this garden", He chuckled turning aroun

A fresh wave of atrocious fright flooded my system to see the new apparition pummel into the side of Richard's head. He was a shadow of a man, dark and massive. With my blurry vision l truly believed he was nothing more than a damned imagination. The ringing in my ears stopped which allowed me to hear the solid pounding of his fist into Richard's skull.Until the sound of those blows turned into a sickening crunch as Richard's skull caved in. The massive man dropped the body but didn't stop throwing up his fists. Blow after blow until the sound of breaking bone turned into squelching as his fist connected with the raw tissue and meat of whatever was inside Richard's skull. Blood spluttered in a visceral spray across his face but he didn't falter. He continuously grunted out like a beast as he beat Richard's head into a crimson pulp on the street. My eyes refused to listen as I willed them closed. I didn't want to watch this cruel man brutalize Richard. I tried but l couldn't get the