aspen carlyle
I'd cut off my tongue for just a taste
of a piece of your flesh my darling
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Being out in public around so many humans hadn't bothered Aspen, until recently. For a while she had been trying to become a "vegetarian" vampire, to make her life a little less complicated. But lately whenever she saw a human she tingled with excitement. There was no denying it, Aspen loved the thrill of hunting humans. No, she wasn't a tracker but just the idea of chasing a human, playing with their emotions before she killed them made her excited. She wasn't exactly sure of what had made this need to chase humans come back to her, until recently. It was a bizarre feeling, since she had tried to bury the urges to kill a human many many years ago.

After pondering in one of her many sleepless nights she realized it was due to one presence in her life. Lucien LeChance. Lucien was one of those vampires who still resorted to killing humans to feed. Aspen had been friends with Lucien for some time, she wasn't sure actually since the days just seemed to melt together. There were very few memories from her past that she could recall extremely distinctly. Lucien was just one of those vampires who tried to get Aspen out of feeding on deer, and sometimes she found herself listening to him and believing that it was alright to kill humans. Aspen wasn't exactly a novice at it, but she hadn't killed too many humans. She was content with the number of humans she had killed, somewhere around ten, and in the last forty or so years she had completely stopped preying on them.

But, Aspen found out that because Lucien constantly tried to talk her into being a "normal" vampire that she was having the urges to kill humans again or at least hunt them. And of course of all people Aspen was going to be seeing tonight, it was Mr. LeChance. Aspen couldn’t help but pick up the scents of the humans walking around on campus, some sober and the others who were putrid with the smell of drink as well. The ones who were drinking were the easier ones to prey on, but Aspen didn’t like the idea of killing someone when they were inebriated it was too easy. Aspen was more about hearing the fear in their voices, seeing the fear in their eyes, feeling their hearts pounding and the blood racing underneath her finger tips.

As Aspen walked down the street her mind wandered. The one memory that stuck out was the first time she ever killed a human. It hadn’t been too long after she was changed that she needed to feed. With her new found strength and speed she easily tracked an acceptable human. He was a Loyalist; Aspen, after all, was growing up during the American Revolution. Aspen unleashed her anger on the poor fellow, he obviously stood no chance. Aspen snapped back into reality when a car honked at her. It was a couple of drunks from the university who were just honking at her for jokes. She rolled her eyes and continued her steady pace down the street.

Finally, she reached the bar where she had meant to go. In her hurry to get away from the campus she only threw on a light black sweater over herself. Aspen never felt the cold, but it would have looked odd if she was walking around without at least a sweater on. Immediately she spotted Lucien, he stuck out sitting there on a bench so well dressed. She watched him silently as he wistfully watched a couple of drunken college kids. Aspen walked towards him a smirk on her face, her heels click-clacked on the pavement. When she was close enough for him to hear, which was fairly close, she said “easy there killer…” A playful smile formed on her face, “no need to get all excited for nothing.” She said shoving her hands in the pockets of her sweater.



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lyrics: War in Your Bedroom by A Change Of
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note: Sorry for the wait !
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