Krovi.

I had clutched my eyes tightly shut as Oren was hovering over me, I could feel his cold breath against my skin.

“Please…” I whispered; a mix of fear and want rambling through my head.

“Please what?” Oren spat.

“Just be quick…” I replied.

Oren made a strange sound and backed his head away from me as if confused.

I looked into his yellowish-green eyes and without thinking, pushed my lips hard against his. He didn’t pull away and for what seemed like an eternity, I felt as if static ran through my while body; a wild fire burning through every piece of my body. It was exhilarating and powerful.

“Kristen!” a familiar voice echoed through the vast forest.

Oren quickly pulled away and stared straight into my eyes for a few moments before finally gliding off.

I watched as he fled and never even turned back; Dave appeared beside me right after.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You idiot, are you fucking nuts?” Dave screamed into my ear.

I said nothing; tears were running down my cheek and I could barely speak.

“Answer me! Was he attacking you? Huh? Kristen, snap the fuck out of it!” He insisted.

“Back the fuck off Dave!” I finally screamed back.

Dave looked at me; astonishment on his face.

“You’re going to get yourself killed, you know that?” He said in a lower tone.

“Like you care!” I hissed.

Dave shook his head and let out a deep sigh; his voice cracking a bit as he began to speak.

“You’ve changed Kris… You’re not the best friend I use to know.” He said, turning away and walking back towards town.

As I watched him walk away, the tears simply began to cascade in an infinite amount of sobs. What was happening to me? Maybe I was going crazy… maybe Oren was just ‘playing’ with me like a cat plays with a mouse before devouring it.

I wasn’t exactly sure why, but I could feel my heart shattering into thousands of pieces.



Another week passed and I had seen no sign whatsoever of Oren; and for some reason it killed me. There was something so terribly wrong and evil about him, yet… I knew deep down somewhere there had to be some good in him. Or at least that’s what I hoped.

“Kristen, you okay honey? You need me to get something for you?” Dad asked from the other side of my apartment’s door.

“No dad, I’m fine.” I replied, digging myself back into the sheets of my bed.

“Alright baby girl, if you need anything just holler. Okay?” He said.

“Yeah dad thanks…” I said, trying to not make myself sound completely shattered.
My dad knew I was going through a rough time, though I had told him it was because I had a fight with Dave. I wasn’t about to go and tell him the truth; he wouldn’t believe me anyway.

I looked out the window and, ironically, saw Dave passing by our street alone; he was probably heading towards the diner.

After a few seconds, and after remembering I was angry at him, I turned away and stared at my plain, beige-colored wall.

I longed to see him again, I longed to know what he thought when he dazed into my eyes and left. I wanted to taste those lips again, as sickening as it sounded; considering the fact that he did attack me at first.

But I felt something when our lips came in contact; it was something so hard to describe but now that I’ve tasted it… it’s going to be hard to forget.

At nights I’d even have dreams about him coming back and hovering over my body while I slept; he’d simply sit in the corner of my room and watch me. Though it wasn’t a feeling of panic and fear anymore, it was a feeling of protection.

I wanted him more than ever and now, he was gone. What happened that night to make him flee and not show himself for a whole week?

I’d even gone to the small motel to check if he was still there; but the receptionist informed me he had already signed out.

“Oren… please come back.” I whispered into the lonely night.

Nothing.

I let out a small sigh and pulled the sheets over my head; it was time to finally try and sleep.