Day 128 Daily Prompt – Hurt – 50 Word Story Expanded

“It’s cold,” she says, gripping herself tightly, and letting out a cold shiver.

“It’s meant to get colder,” he says as he snaps the twigs over his knee and adds them to the small pile on the ground.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“When I was a kid dad took us camping all the time, he made sure we knew how to survive, if we had to,” he says with a smile as he starts stuffing dried moss and leaves into the sticks.

“You’re a lot more handy than you let on.”

“I like to keep a surprise or two hidden away for emergencies, to impress the ladies.”

she laughs, “You don’t need to worry about trying to impress me any more than you have, these last few months have been amazing, I-I, I think I’m falling for you.”

Flames leap up from within the sticks and he smiles again, and sits back, looking at her from across the small camp fire, “Me too.”

“Me too? The girl just said she loves you and you say, me too,” a voice says from beyond the camp fire light, out in the darkness. He quickly leaps to his feet and spins around, holding out a knife as she quickly scrambles to his side.

“Show yourself!” He yells.

A tall, raven haired woman steps out of the darkness, her skin white, her lips blood red and her eyes dark, almost completely black, like pools of oil. “There’s no need for weapons, as you can see, I am no threat.”

“What do you want?”

“I could ask the same thing, you are trespassing on my land.”

“Your land? This is a national reserve, we’ve got permits,” he says as he darts a look at his bag and then back to her.

She smiles and laughs, “Permits mean  nothing to the bear, or the wolf, or the eagle, your words on paper are nothing to me, you have entered my land, you are now my prey.”

“What the fuck are you on?”

“What’s wrong with her eyes?” She whispers into his ear, the woman laughs once more.

“There is nothing wrong with my eyes dear, they are evolution, I am what you will all one day become,” she smiles. “Well, not you two.”

“What the?” But she does not answer, not in words anyway, in a flash of movement she is between then, knocking the woman to the ground and hoisting the man high into the air.

“It’ll only hurt for a moment, well, that’s what they tell me anyway,” she says, running a fingernail along one of the protruding veins in his neck before biting down. He gasps for air as her teeth pierce the fragile vein, and his blood rushes out, into her hungry mouth.

 

END

Fragile is today’s Daily Prompt

You can read the original 50 Word Story here, I’d be interested in what you think of the full story that came from the short.

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Ooooh…this is positively delightful! I like her style! Xp

    Excellent story soul!🙂

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    1. Thanks so much, I liked how it came together, it just flowed off my fingers 👍

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      1. Haha! The fingers…hilarious considering! Xp It shows it did indeed. I quite enjoyed this read.🙂

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  2. oooh!! good one Matthew!🙂

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    1. Thanks so much, I almost didn’t get around to expanding this one today, we just got back from seeing Henry Rollins and bashed it out in 25 minutes, so I’m glad you liked it.

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      1. Love Black Flag!!! Was he singing…or speaking? Fun!!!

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      2. Spoken word, 2 and a half hours of madness, it was awesome fun, he’s crazy!

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