Desire To Love, Madeline Piper [if you liked this book .TXT] 📗

boldly walked up to him until my breath swept his face. I peered into his eyes and hoped my command will work seeing as it worked on me when he did it.
“I demand to know.” I calmly whispered. Unpredictably he leaned forward and brushed his lips against mines. They were soft and smooth with his moisture combining with mine. I let it be. His kiss grew more passionate and his tongue commanded entrance to my mouth it which I hesitantly granted. A soft moan rose in my chest when his cold fingers brushed against my exposed hips. I was standing between his legs now and his manliness rubbed on my legs through the rough fabric of his jeans.
Our tongues worked together and my fingers made its way to his head and tangled in his hair. He all of a sudden bit my lips but I was too aroused to notice. My blood was lapped up by his tongue and a loud groan rose in his chest. He began to suck my lips hard pulling more blood from my body when I finally pulled myself away breathing heavily as was he.
He looked embarrassed but why? Was I a bad kisser? I touched my now swollen lips to see blood still oozing out. I wiped it with my hand and walked to get a cloth. I smiled in the bathroom mirror. If he was a kinky kisser I wonder what else he was kinky at. Drops of blood fell into the sink before I left the bathroom to notice he was long gone.
“Shit.” I mumbled. “How could I have let him out of my sight again? Dam.”
An hour passed before my dad woke up. It was minutes to 9:00 then. I decided to make him breakfast. To pass the time of what has been going on. I made eggs and pancakes, his favorite.
“Good morning sweet heart.” He groaned as he sat at his usual spot.
“Good morning dad. Did you sleep well?” I asked as I lay his food in front of him and kiss him on the forehead.
“I’ve had better.” He replied and shoved a mouthful of pancakes into his mouth. I pulled up a seat at the far side of the table and sipped at my orange juice. He asked for the syrup and I slid it across the table for him. “School starts next week. Are you excited?” He asked after a while.
I shrugged. “Name one sixteen year old that is?” I picked at my eggs.
Dad noticed my quietness. “What’s the matter, Lure? Was it because of yesterday?”
“No, no dad it’s not that it’s…nothing.” I didn't know how to tell him that I snuck out, was attacked, saved by a man I grew to like…a lot and made out with him while he was a sleep. It seemed a bit much don’t you think?
“What happened to your lip?” I quickly touched it to notice that it was still swollen and if things couldn’t get any better m neck began to itch again.
“Umm, I bit it.” I lied. Well not technically. I mean it was bitten.
“And your neck?” He noticed that I was tugging at the turtle neck I put on.
“A rash.”
“Then should I be eating this food?” He chuckled. I sighed with relief that he wasn’t suspicious. “Listen I know this isn’t the time but I figured out your punishment for what you did to Mrs. Newsome.”
I completely forgot about that.
“And?”
“Well, her niece is visiting next weekend and I volunteered you to...well how do you put this? Be her tour guide.” That stuck up bitch? Ewe, she’s a dam thief and I am to tour her around. Hasn’t she been here enough to see herself around?
I groaned, this is a punishment. “Can’t you think of anything else, dad? Like no TV or a phone for a month or something?”
“You don’t use that stuff, Lure. I think this is reasonable.”
“I’m starting to question your fatherly skills, dad. This is forcing someone to do what they don’t want to do. I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like the tone you’re using; Lure and I get to call the shots. I’m the father and what’s done is done. Next weekend you are to spend all of your time with Anna. Do you understand?”
I paused. “Fine.” I pushed away my food and headed for the door not bothering to tell him goodbye.
I walked around the neighborhood. I didn't want to risk another attack from that unknown person. I just wanted to see Taren. I repeated his name in my head a couple more times before my vision blurred and I had to sit on a nearby ledge. Something was happening. I repeated his name some more and my vision went completely dark.
I opened my eyes to see myself running up a bunch of stairs although I wasn’t the one doing the running. This is peculiar. I made my way to a large room that looked more like a hotel suite but without the bright colors and lights. I flopped onto the huge bed in the far wall and groaned. A groaned that sounded vaguely familiar.
There was a knock on the door and a man’s head popped in. He looked like Taren but with a meaner, leaner look.
“You went to see that wretched human again didn't you brother?” He said. I sat up and ran my hand through my hair but this time it was different. My hair was curly and short now.
“Don’t speak of her that way. She’s not like anyone I ever met.” I replied. My voice, it sounded so…familiar. Smooth and husky with a hint of charm. It was Taren’s voice. I was in Taren’s body!
“Well you almost lost your life to save her. What were you thinking when you risked your life for her when that stupid Mutant attacked?” The man continued.
“I was thinking about saving her! Even if I had to die. Listen, Joshua, I need not a lecture now. I am wiped and starving. Send me food on your way out.” Taren waved his hand at the man, Joshua, ushering for him to leave. Soon afterwards a small child entered his room carrying a napkin. The little boy had such fear in his eyes as he sat next to Taren’s feet. Taren stroked his hair before lifting the boy onto his lap.
Without command the boy tilted his head so that his neck was exposed to Taren’s lip. Taren sunk his mouth onto the boy’s neck and the boy’s body stiffened as a streak of blood rolled down his neck from Taren’s mouth. Taren’s moans were muffled by the boy’s cries to stop but he didn't listen, he wouldn’t listen. He gulped down the boy’s blood until his body went limp and it fell to the floor. I found myself crying tears but they didn't show on Taren’s face. Taren exhaled and fell onto his back closing his eyes with me soon to follow.
The tears didn't show on Taren’s face because it was on my actual face. I touched my cheeks and pinched my hands to verify that I was alive and wasn’t dreaming. I had no explanation as to what happened. But I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Taren killed that innocent little boy. Not only that but he drank his blood! There was only one explanation, Taren’s a cannibal…or is it a…no it couldn’t be, they don’t exist.
I sighed before standing and headed back to the house. Dad didn't say anything when I reentered the house. He only watched me…harshly. I climbed up the stairs to my room and sat at the computer desk where I passed the time by playing games and facebooking.

It was 8:00 and I hadn’t eaten for the day except for my crappy breakfast. My stomach was starting to grumble and I was beginning to feel fatigued. I decided to go downstairs to get something. I prayed my dad had retired for bed early but I wouldn’t count on it. He would stay awake at nights and read to my mother’s loveseat before he sat in it. It was his usual routine. While most people call it weird I call it usual. It makes me feel that she never left.
I look a hell of a lot like my mother. She was the perfect housewife at the time with bleach blonde hair always kept in a tight ponytail, lovely green eyes like mine; sun kissed skin and a reassuring smile that whenever I had nightmares she would use by singing me a song with her mesmerizing voice. Even on her death bed her beauty never failed.
I crept down the stairs trying not to be heard by my dad who was in the middle of his reading. He didn't seem to notice me. I quickly confiscated a soda bottle and popped a few Hot Pockets into the microwave before I went to the sink to get a glass for my ice. I’m really picky about how I eat my foods…another thing I inherited from my mom.
Anyways, as I was getting the glass I happened to glance out the window above the faucet. I noticed something quite peculiar. A dark colored car sat outside of Mrs. Newsome’s house. But there were no lights on on the inside and the old witch doesn’t even own a vehicle. I looked closer practically pressing my nose to the window to get a better look when a shadow crossed in front of me. I assumed that it was a bird up high in the sky whose shadow looks huge but then again birds don’t have arms. My Hot Pockets finished as I quickly ran up the stairs to my room. I felt safer to look at the shadow up here. At least it can’t hurt me. I sat at the computer desk and began to eat the junk.
“This is the last time I can see you, Allura.” Taren whispered. He was standing directly behind of me. I readied to scream as the image of him sucking my blood like he did the little boy filled my head. But I thought better of it. He wouldn’t hurt me would he but I was asking the wrong question. How the hell did he get in here?
“Why not?” I stuttered and spun the chair around to face him. His face was in it serious mode and his teeth gritted and his fists clenched. I stood to meet him but it was hopeless. He was more of two feet taller than me. My face was by his chest and his abs were right there. I wanted to touch them but didn't.
I lifted my head up and looked into his eyes. “I just can’t.”
He turned and headed for the bed. I followed willingly. I sat next to him and fondled with my fingers. “I want to ask you something. Something important.” I manage to say.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. “I saw you…I saw someone that looked like you. Umm, how do you say this? Kill a little boy.” I gathered the courage to look at him inly to his eyes wide open and his mouth gaped. The clarified that what I saw was true. But how? I wasn’t there.
“How, who, what did you see?” He grumbles clearing his throat. I began explaining him the entire situation that occurred and when I finished I heard him swear.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. He took my hand into his and brush stray blonde hair from my face. “Taren?” Why was he suddenly being so nice?
“It’s complicated, Allura. I can’t explain it to you now. But soon. I'm sorry.” I know I shouldn’t believe him but how could i? I actually