She walked down the narrow path to the old church. It was missing a few windows; some of the others that still managed to stay put were shattered. Shutters hung on angles and the white paint was filled with burnt marks. Moonlight seaped through the holes in the roof. The front steps curved in the center, making them seem unstable. When she opened the front door she jumped backin fright as the door fell right off the hinges. She continued inside and walked past the rows of burnt pews. She went to the church quite often. To her it was a safe haven, a place where she could completly let down her gaurd and be the scared inicent fifteen year old she was.
No one ever went to the church anymore. Atleast not after the fire that had killed five people. Townsfolk now just looked at it as a place of great mourning and sorrow. Infact after the incident they built a bigger church closer to town.
She loved the church because of that very reason. No body was there to bug her. A lot of the times when she would go there she'd takea journal and write in it. She wrote all sorts of things such as poetry, short stories, and her feelings. She had quite a talent for writing.
Although tonight she just wanted to think. Not about anything inparticular, just about anything and everything that came to her mind. She walked up to the old confession booth on the far side of the church. With her long slender fingers she grabbed hold of the knob and opened the door.
A mouse scurried out but that didn't bother her at all. In fact she bent down and picked it up. Rubbing the mouse's head she said "Oh Fredrick. Didn't I tell you to stay clear of my thinking place? Silly boy." She bent back down and released the mouse and watched him scurry away back to his hole.
When she finally was inside the booth she closed the door and lowered herself down to the ground.She then brushed a few strands of her long, golden hair out of her vision. Her green eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. She just sat there not saying a word, staring at her converse. It was as if she were in a trance to just sit there the way she did.
Moonlight seaped through the cracks of the booth revealing her light skin in the dark. Her legs appeared smooth and slender. Her whole body was as perfect as any models the only thing that killed her look was her sharp fangs. They were pointy enough to peirce through and humans skin.
She closed her eyes and remembered that morning when she went for a walk in the park. She zeroed in on the moment she saw her mysterious dream guy. How the sun highlighte his angelic features and how she could almost trace every bead of sweat on his forehead as he jogged. She also remembered how he looked at her seeing her teeth. Why did I have to speak after picking up his Ipod. Stupid Mina. Stupid! She thought about his reaction a few more times and then she just went blank...............
 XxLittlexMissxRodeoxX · Sun Feb 01, 2009 @ 04:50am · 0 Comments |
