The Untitled Story by Jaz

[Jovial Josie™]

PROLOGUE

“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.” ~ Maria Robinson

The night is hazy. The fog so thick you can only see five feet in front of you. The moon is round and full; a silver sphere in the inky black sky. Somewhere in the distance an owl hoots deeply. The old dirt road stretches into the foggy darkness, the only slightly visible object.

A scream pierces the night, shrill and painful.

Then all is silent once again.

The wind suddenly picks up, a storm rolls in, shoving the fog away. Thunder begins to roll and lightning shoots through the sky, momentarily lighting the road to show a young girl. She appears to be maybe seventeen, thin, tall, and beautiful. Her long blond hair stretches out on the ground, some of it covering her face, as though she has fallen. Her skin looks pale in the moonlight, her clothes stained darkly with blood. Yet her chest rises and falls as she breathes short painful gasps before they stop all together.

A few seconds pass.

A few minutes go by.

Then slowly, as if in pain, she sits up. Her eyes look warily down both sides of the road, her hair falling in front of her right eye slightly, her eyes flashing an eerie green in the little light given by the moon. Lightning flashes once more and the rain pours down as she stands, wobbling slightly as if drunk.

Headlights show her form in piercing quality, the blood showing strikingly against her white tee and blue jeans. The jeans have holes in the knees and rips along the sides as though she has fought with a wild animal. Torn strips down her shirt match the tears in her jeans. A screech from the brakes tears through the night as the driver panics and as she turns quickly. The driver opens the door carefully, as if afraid. The smell of fear enters her nostrils, making them flare with the new scent. Footsteps on the gravel tell the girl they have stepped outside the safety of their car.

"Hey! Are you alright?" a young male's voice calls and she jumps slightly. "Oh my God! You're bleeding!"

The sound of running feet pounds in the girls' ears, like the beat of a loud bass drum. Her eyes glaze over, a burning sensation comes to her throat and her stomach pains with hunger. He slows to a hesitant walk as he comes a few feet away. He is a young bachelor, not a day over twenty-one. His black hair matches the sky and his dull gray eyes are boring yet striking all at once.

"Come on, let's get you to the hospital.

No answer comes from the girl as she fights with the strange hunger forming inside her. He takes a step toward her and she steps back dizzily. His scent wafts toward her, tantalizingly sweet and delicious.

"Miss? You need help."

"Go away," she replied, more a growl from an animal in pain.

"Excuse me? Miss, you need to get to a hospital. You're seriously injured and if you don't get there soon you may die."

He takes another step forward and she steps back. A fierce growl comes form her throat and she bares her teeth, showing newly sharpened incisors. Fear fills the man's eyes and he clumsily runs back to his car. Tires screech as he quickly backs away and speeds off. The racing pound of his heart echoes in her mind, temptingly pleasurable.

[Jovial Josie™]

MADHURI

The sun shines down upon the flatness of the earth, turning my father's wheat a field of gold. It is warm out, but not hot. The shade of my front porch is a comfort all the same. I watch the breeze blow the wheat one way then another as I pick up my icy cold glass of fresh squeezed lemonade. Today is the day. I look toward the road. Still no sign of Demetri.

I sigh and close my eyes out of boredom, letting myself drown in the sounds of the country. I can hear the tender whoosh of the nearby wheat as it is blown sideways gently. I must have dozed off a little for I awake to Demetri's soft lips touching mine softly.

"Tired?" he asks, his brown eyes glittering with love and excitement. His sun-kissed skin glistens in the sunset's little rays of light. His smile making my heart skip.

"Only a lil'," I respond, smiling back.

"Do you want to just not-"

"No! I want to."

I give him my most sincere smile. Can he hear my heart pounding with nervousness? Will he leave me? Stop it, Maddie. You've been together for a year as of today. He's not going to leave you. I think to myself. You can do- My thoughts stop as his lips touch mine again. His hands move to either side of my chair to balance himself as his kisses become more fierce, more hungry. Butterflies go wild in my stomach as one of his hands cups the side of my face. He breaks away, both of us breathing hard.

"Should we-" he starts and I nod. He slides his right arm under my legs and his left around my lower back, easily picking me up. His lips meet mine again as he easily walks through the door, kicking it shut behind him. Up the stairs and into my bedroom we go. He gently throws me on the bed, making me laugh. He climbs on top of me, his arms resting on either side of my head and his legs inside mine.

His deep brown eyes gaze down at me. His face slowly come down, his lips brushing my neck gently and seductively. Carefully he bites on the spot that drives me insane and I squirm underneath him, trying to stay in control. One of his hands slips under my shirt as he moves his lips back to mine. His hand slowly inches upward then easily slips off my shirt, breaking our kiss for a moment. His hand then fingers the edge of my mini shorts for a moment before sliding them and my boy shorts off as my hands slide up his back, taking his shirt off just as swiftly.

His kisses deepen as I fumble with the button on his jeans. Within moments I have gotten them off and I run my hands back up the muscles on his back and down his perfect six-pack. He breaks away again to look at me and I nodd, giving him the permission to undo me.

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Three weeks pass by and I have realize our one mistake. I'm more emotional, I've skipped a period, and I get sick almost all the time. I refuse to go to school, talk to Demetri, or tell my parents. The only option is to run away. I look back at the house, tears sliding down my cheeks. "I'm sorry," I whisper as I turn and walk away and never look back.

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It's far too bright. What's happening to me? I wonder as I stumble into the shade of the trees as dawn slowly approaches. I need to get somewhere dark. Safe. My feet seem to move on their own across the forest floor, away from the road. New smells overwhelm me. The musky smell of moss and mold, the sharp smell of a fox and fear from a rabbit, the rusty smell of old blood from a kill that happened the day before, and the soft smell of a deer trail. But what is that rotten egg smell?

Gunpowder.

I follow the smell to a small house. One end of it has collapsed. It is dark with abandonment. Carefully I walk up the creaky wooden steps. A railing lies next to them, having fallen off ages ago. The porch is wide, stretching across the entire front with only a railing in front. Holes make the porch treacherous so I carefully pick my way to the slightly lopsided wooden door. The windows are broken. The glass lies in front of them on the porch as though they were blown out.

Slowly I open the creaky, lopsided door just wide enough for me to slip in. Dust particles float in the little light that comes through the broken windows and open door. On a ledge hangs a lantern and I reach to grab the handle, not daring to move in case there are holes in this floor as well.

Matches lie next to the lantern. I grab those also. I light the lantern and find a bed, small kitchen, and table. Perfect. I move to the bed and lie down. I fall asleep and remember my past.

[Jovial Josie™]

EINUR

Scream.
Scream my dear.
Feel it.
But don't fear.
Feel it.
Feel the flow.
The flow.
Flow of life.
Flow of blood.
Out.
Out.
Feel the flood.
The pleasure.
Pleasure of losing.
Scream.
Scream my dear.
But.
No one can hear.
As I feed.
Feed on you.
Your blood.
Blood.