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    Night Returning 3

    Story written on October 25, 2006 by New Dawn Fades.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=62996
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    “…the more you taste me….the harder it will be for you…”

     

     

    “Mortals…you are all the same….”

     

     

    My throat felt like it was on fire. I touched the wound with my finger tips. It stung a bit. There was no mess of blood; she was very efficient in her feeding of me. I looked at her trying to close my mind off to her. I wanted her to kill me and get it over with. Yet I wanted to be with her but knew it was impossible. At least she made it seem impossible. She just stands in the corner of my room smirking at me.

     

     

    I finally got a clear good look at her. Not bad for a woman old enough to be my grandmother. Her hair, long wavy very dark, sharp features. Eyes that burned as she looked at me. She was beautiful….. perfect. Her lips full, the sway of her curves, the fullness of her breasts…god it was torture looking at her. I turned away to stare at the muddy banks of the Mississippi…I could see the riverboat and if I closed everything off enough I could hear the Dixie music they played while they pointed out all there is to see on the coast.

     

     

    “Why….why did you pick me? And why won’t you kill me already….it’s pretty obvious you won’t turn me….why….and don’t tell me I am a mortal and I won’t understand….no mortal will understand what you are doing to me…so let’s just get it straight…”

     

     

    “You make a lot of demands for a person who came here to drink herself to death…..how are you feeling?”

     

     

    “Confused…hot….I want you…but you don’t want me the same….do you?”

     

     

    “You ask a lot of questions mortal…..I picked you…because you are easy….to drive mad….to toy with….you amuse me….”

     

     

    “I see….so it’s not that you want me to be like you…or talk to you? I think you are lying….a thing like the being that you are….you have to pretty bored just to mess around with my head…..”

     

     

    She moves over to my side of the room so fast I don’t see it more like I feel it. The air, that shift, the curtain floating like a gust of wind. She is so close to me. I had to take a deep breath. I was scared. I was playing with fire, matches, gasoline, running with scissors, had my finger on the trigger of my suicide machine.

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    Comments

    1. I just love Carmens character in this story…I’m picturing her the way she was in Supernatural…sooo hot. Agreeing with aisha about getting the whole picture. Waaaaay wonderful update!

    3. So, I’m reading, I’m reading, I’m reading, and I get this weird sense, like I’m being watched. If Carmen knows Shane’s thoughts, and I perceive through Shane’s thoughts and point of view, then Carmen knows the things that I’m thinking too! Like, she’s in my head. (hmm. maybe I need to sleep… like normal people do. normal people sleep.) It’s craaaazy. Anywho, great update (of course), and is the guy from NR2 the late Stan Rice? –wrote poetry, lived on first st. No? Well, that was myyy stab at it. I could be a mile off, but I can’t think of anyone else. :( (Maybe it’s one of the characters in an Anne Rice book from New Orleans, like Louis, but I haven’t read any of the books so I can’t really say. I’ll stick with Stan.) Thanks for the update.

    4. lol i was reading slow this time scared to scroll thinking the story will end. the journey has just begun, thats how i see it. wish i’d lisnd to my friend and read some anne rice. so ill pass dunno who the first st dude is. delicious update btw. *licks lips* lol

    5. tsk tsk tsk… i come and i die.. FANTASTIC!! your descriptions are amazing we get the whole picture in our head. thankyou for reading the comments. the story keeps getting better and better and better and i hope it never ends. i love the way you write. and i love your taste in music. this song suits the chapter very well. new dawn fades!!!… please dont stop writing…

    8. This is fuckin’ awesome!!! I just want more, ASAP!!!! ‘Nough said, Baby, I just want more!!!! Anyways, you’re doin’ a grade fuckin’ ‘A’ job here, keep it up and post soon!!! Like always from me, Baby-girl, LYLAS ;-p HoLlA aT mE!!!!

    9. You outdo yourself with every chapter. Absolutely brilliant. P.S. Bum, you don’t sleep either? Twinsies! Do you by any chance work in the medical profession?

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