Undead Beauty, chapter 1
I woke up with slight headache and a throbbing neck. Everything that happened the night before came flooding back into my mind. My eyes grew wide and my hands franticly searched my neck, I found what I wished I didn't. Two puncture marks just under my right ear, I gasped as my hands fell into my lap and one salty emotion filled tear rolled down my left cheek. I got slowly out of bed and walked into the bathroom and had a shower, my mind was still hazey about what happened.
Once out of the shower I put on my favourite AFI shirt, black skinny legs and a studded belt with my infamous wristbands. I walked down to the local cemetary I thought in my 'state' that being there might bring me some comfort. I walked through the iron gates, seeing people of all ages, some crying, others mourning lost souls, others remembering memories not yet forgotten. I found myself in sort of trance, I was only brought out of it by someone touching my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder to see man about my age looking back at me with chocolate brown eyes. He spoke as he sat next to me.
"What brings you here?" at his question I turned to him.
"I don't know, I thought I might help me find something a clue maybe," I said looking straight ahead. I did't know why but I felt safe with him. I couldn't keep it all in anymore, I cried the most I've cried in years. I guess he could see me crying because he got off the seat an kneeled on the ground in front of me. He hesitated before putting his hand on the right side of my face.
"Don't cry, I don't like to see pretty women cry," he said. I smiled as he wiped my tears away.
"See that wasn't so bad now was it? So tell me why you're crying?" he said again. I just nodded and held his hand and brought it down from my cheek to my neck. He gasped as he felt the two puncture wounds I let his hands drop to my shoulder.
"It's not all that bad," he whispered I looked up at him in a confused state. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, once making sure know one was there except me. He stood up and sprouted bat wings I looked at him in amazement.
"So your a va-vampire to?" I said completely shocked. He just nodded and let the wings disappear into his back.
He offered his hand to shake " Gerard... Gerard Way."
I shook his hand "Loretta Webb," I said smiling I wasn't alone anymore. From that day I was the 'Undead Beauty'.
Once out of the shower I put on my favourite AFI shirt, black skinny legs and a studded belt with my infamous wristbands. I walked down to the local cemetary I thought in my 'state' that being there might bring me some comfort. I walked through the iron gates, seeing people of all ages, some crying, others mourning lost souls, others remembering memories not yet forgotten. I found myself in sort of trance, I was only brought out of it by someone touching my shoulder. I looked over my shoulder to see man about my age looking back at me with chocolate brown eyes. He spoke as he sat next to me.
"What brings you here?" at his question I turned to him.
"I don't know, I thought I might help me find something a clue maybe," I said looking straight ahead. I did't know why but I felt safe with him. I couldn't keep it all in anymore, I cried the most I've cried in years. I guess he could see me crying because he got off the seat an kneeled on the ground in front of me. He hesitated before putting his hand on the right side of my face.
"Don't cry, I don't like to see pretty women cry," he said. I smiled as he wiped my tears away.
"See that wasn't so bad now was it? So tell me why you're crying?" he said again. I just nodded and held his hand and brought it down from my cheek to my neck. He gasped as he felt the two puncture wounds I let his hands drop to my shoulder.
"It's not all that bad," he whispered I looked up at him in a confused state. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, once making sure know one was there except me. He stood up and sprouted bat wings I looked at him in amazement.
"So your a va-vampire to?" I said completely shocked. He just nodded and let the wings disappear into his back.
He offered his hand to shake " Gerard... Gerard Way."
I shook his hand "Loretta Webb," I said smiling I wasn't alone anymore. From that day I was the 'Undead Beauty'.
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