This is something I wrote quite a while ago, but recently edited it. I don't typically write like this, or even write short stories for that matter, so it's unique for me. I'm sure it could use some more work, but here's what I've got now. Enjoy!
She didn't know why, she was strangely attracted to him. But then, how could she not be? His face... He was so beautiful.
She had not the slightest idea where she was. She didn't notice. She didn't care. Her life only mattered, was only worth living, if she found him. Where was he?
A glimpse! Just a mere flash in the corner of her eye, yet she knew instantly that it was him.
Something wet landed on her pale skin and she jumped. That's when she realized it was raining. And dark. Very, eerily, dark. A cave lay up ahead. She decided to seek shelter there until the rain died down.
Thunder clapped loudly as the sky flashed blue while she entered the mouth of the cave. She pulled her long, brown hair behind her shoulders, then froze. She could feel his presence. Yes, he was here.
A faint smile traced her plump lips as she inhaled his scent. It was a heavenly, bitter-sweet smell, and she could not resist it. She had to emerge her whole self in this scent, or she felt she would rather die. So she walked further into the cavern, hoping to catch sight of him.
As she stopped in the belly of the cave, some instinct willed her to look down. Her body became paralyzed with fear and she forgot to breathe. There, right at her feet, lay a skull. A real, human skull. She trembled in horror as she noticed the others. Lining the walls, scattered about the floor- everywhere she looked, she saw human bones. She began to run.
She drew in a deep breath to scream, but just as soon let it back out through her nostrils. Her running slowed to a halt. She smelled him once again, much nearer this time than he had yet been. His scent calmed her. If she could only find him, he would help her, led her back to safety.
Something- no. Some one snarled. Her eyes darted to all nooks and crannies as terror crept into every muscle in her body. She realized too late that he was one of them.
She stood there, unable to move, willing god to take her life before he did.
She gave a start as a warm, yellow liquid dripped from the ceiling and sizzled by her feet. Looking up just in time to see the fangs advancing toward her, she shrieked as she felt the pain. Death had entered her blood and burned within her.
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