Sacrifice, K.J. Strohm [reading women .TXT] 📗

assaulted my ears. Oh crap the alarm. I flung myself through the rest of the door. Dam why can’t I get a break. My feet seemed to almost glide on the ground. I was running so fast that everything was a blur, but when an obstacle headed my way I was able to move my body to avoid it. I finally had the mind to stop. When I did someone grabbed me. I turned to see you had just grabbed me but. They turned me around and covered my mouth. I could tell by the hand it was a guy. His nails had a sharpened tip to them. Who was this whack job? I tried to scream but his hand blocked any effort. “SHHhhhh Do you want to get caught?” By of the sound of his voice he could only be in his twenties or younger. I could hear four or five people jog across the forest floor. After two minutes he let me go. I swerved my body to face him. His features were defined and sharp. He had short reddish/brownish hair. He had a medium build not to skinny and not to muscular. He was about 6 feet and 2 inches if I had to guess. He had an eggshell skin tone throughout every part of his body visible. He was wearing a black linin shirt with jeans. Man if I had to pick some guy to grab me out of now were this would be my pick. Even his eyes were stunning. They were emerald green, with a… red tint. Whoever he was he might have some awanser for me. His lips began to move “Hey what the hell do you think you were doing?” the warm fluttering feeling began to turn into a sluggish sick feeling as I started to speak “What are you talking about I was just trying to get away. I could not let them see me like this.” He held his hand to his forehead. “You do realise how fast you were running right. There puny heads are probably thinking that you’re a freaking vampire or something. You can’t just go off showing your powers like that.” I was curious about his slight accent he had let out in my mind. Before I could say anything else he gave a sigh and said “I’m Scottish.” Can he mind read. He spoke up again.” It’s not mind reading. I can pick up certain words in your thoughts but not full sentence’s ok.” I was feed up with his attitude and I put my hand to my chest as I spoke “Hey look I don’t know what is going on with me and I’m really starting to get freaked out, so could you stop being a jerk and tell me what’s going on?” With those words I began to cry at all the things that had accord in the last day. As my eyes were shut he handed me something like a cloth of sorts. I gripped it in my hands and rubbed the tears away from my eyes. I handed the clothe back to him, when he said. “I think you might need to wipe your face a bit more.” I opened my eyes to look at the cloth. Red the cloth was red with blood. I brought my hand to my face , and slid a finger across my cheek. My finger had a blood smears on it. I was crying blood. I quickly buried my face back into the cloth rubbing figususly. When I was done I heard a different side of his voice. “Look much prettier.” He smiled. “Come on we got to get home and I’ll tell you everything. As we just started walking he stopped and turned his head a bit “By the way Kallie my name is Blake.” We continued walking down the forest path. My heart was felling somewhat fluttery again after he said his name. The other part of me though was scared about what was going on. All of the sudden I felt a sharp pain in my chest. “arggg” I cried in pain. I tripped on some unknown object. My eyes were shut as I screamed in pain. Why did I feel like this I felt fragile like I was lighter than a feather and more fragile than a glass vase. I heard a voice above my scream. “Hey what’s wrong are you doing some act or something because it’s pretty convincing. Anger a pain surged through my voice as I yelled “It’s not a fucking act I think I broke my fucking foot.” More pain arose from my chest. There was a hint of laughter in his voice. “You got to be kidding me look what you are now you don’t get hurt that easy now get up” how could I convince him. My mind was flashing in and out of darkness. All I could do is scream. I heard him kneel down his voice was shocked and overly worried. “Your face it should not be this white.” He turned me on my back. The pain kept me screaming. I felt him lift one of my eye lids. He snapped on his feet. “Crap.” He lifted my body up


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Text: Kely Strohm
Editing: Kelly Strohm
Publication Date: 06-10-2012

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Dedication:
My friend who made me make the book :)