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I Remember,
I Dismember

By SteffiSevenfold

 


I walk to college from home and to home from college everyday. I wouldn't stay with my mom, but she doesn't want her baby boy to leave and I don't want to pay for a dorm room.

And since the house is just eight blocks from campus, it's the perfect set up.

I live in California. It's nice, I guess, if you can stand constant sun and cheeriness.

I like this place a lot. It's great for feeding, if you ask me. I mean, there's just so much diversity, so many types to choose from.

The strong beefy types are okay, but half the time I can taste the steroids in them. It effects their muscles' taste in a way I couldn't even begin to describe.

The young ones are always best, I think halfway to school.

The ones around my age. Just developed and so new. Their blood is disgusting, but, well, every ones is.

You hear about those pussy vampires, sucking peoples necks? They say blood tastes good. But let me ask you:

Does blood taste good?

Didn't think so.

Anyways, I converse with myself in my head like I'm jotting this down in a book.

I think past the metallic taste to find the real gold.

When I strip them of their shirts and run my nails down their chests, their skin rips so easily, just like the screams from their throats.

When I dig my fingers into that brand new wound, the smell of blood almost makes me lose my appetite. Almost.

My mind shows me pictures, like I was putting them in a photo album.

“Yo, yo, yo, Zackyboy. Wuzzup?”

I growl softly as the mental images escape my grasp and I turn to face the voice.

He walks towards me in just a few strides. His muscled bicep brushed my shoulder and I smirk.

He's such a beautiful boy. Not quite as beautiful as I am, but beautiful nonetheless.

I think about those times that his tattooed arms have been wrapped around my waist, his hands gripping my ass and pulling my hips to his.

“Nothin'. S'up with you, Bri?”

He shakes his head and his dark brown hair ruffles around his face.

My messenger bag is slung over my shoulder and I reach down, grabbing the can of Pepsi from it.

I close the flap and start walking again.

I gasp and growl as strong hands push me roughly against a wall.

I peek past my aviators to Brian's face. A smirk is pasted on his face, but it looks sad.

I relax as he leans his hard chest against my own. His hands find the brick of the college and he presses them on either side of my head.

I raise an eyebrow at him, then realize that he pushed me into a small alley type walkway. It's shadowed from the blazing sun.

He leans down and presses his almost chapped lips against my own soft ones.

I lean up into his body as his tongue meddles with one of my lip hoops.

Then he pulls away abruptly.

I look up at him, a questioning look on my face.

He inhales then relaxes. I smile softly, remembering the time he told me I smelled amazing.

He says I smell almost candy sweet, almost floral. He said sometimes I even smell vanilla-y, or almost fruity.

He said I tasted like it, too and that's why he can't keep his mouth from mine.

It's odd, because I don't shower. Yes, turn your nose up in disgust, but I smell better than you without trying.

When my skin grows, membrane by membrane, it takes on the scent of my last victim. Not the perfumed or cologne scent, but the original scent. The smell that grew on them their whole lives.

Today I sniffed my wrist. I smell faintly of raspberries and even stronger of vanilla.

She was delicious.

I wrap my arms around Brian's neck. He bends his head and inhales deeply from my collarbone to under my ear.

I pull away from him a bit.

“Bri, what's wrong?”

He shrugs and looks into my glasses. He knows I like to keep them on at all times, though he claims he hates them for he can't see my emerald eyes.

“I donno, Z,” he exhales and hesitantly reaches up, his fingers extended towards my shades.

I allow him to pull them off my face and he smiles, making me smile.

“I just,” he sighs and twines his fingers in my hair before combing them through.

“I wish I could spend a night with you. Just one night. I always see you during the day, but I never get to have dinner with you or sleep with you in my arms.”

His chocolate eyes were so sad.

I place my hands on both sides of his neck. The contrast in skin color is striking, my pale against his tan.

“You know I can't do that, B.”

He sighs again. “I know, I know. Your mom will get worried. Why can't you just tell her you'll be spending the night with some friends?”

“Because, Bri. She's just really protective of me. I mean, I'm still living with her, she wants me to abide by her rules.”

“I know. I just wish, that's all.”

I frowned and kiss his lips passionately, biting his tongue softly.

He smiled lightly and kissed me back before handing me my glasses and pulling away from me.

I slid my aviators back on my face and grabbed his ass teasingly.

He looked back at me with wide eyes before smirking and wiggling his ass.

I giggled and followed him.

No one was really on campus, so class must've started.

A few kids stood around, puffing on a joint.

A few girls sat on the grass and talked with text books and note pads surrounding them.

One of the girls looked up and gave me a flirty smile which I returned with my signature smirk.

She exhaled raggedly and stared after me.

I walked with confidence beside Brian, talking about Mr. Mabbit's geography class.

I glanced behind me and the girl was staring at my ass.

Her eyes flickered up to my face and she blushed a beautiful scarlet.

I smirked again and walked away from her, brushing my arm against Brian's.

He smiled down at me and headed to his class, giving me a very quick, very sweet peck on the cheek.

I smiled and backtracked my steps once he was out of sight.

I rounded to the grass with the group of girls and nodded at the girl that smiled at me.

Her hair is brown and curly, flowing gracefully down her shoulders.

Her deep brown eyes looked up at me dreamily.

I sucked one of my lip rings into my mouth and toyed with it.

She exhaled a shaky breath.

I crouched down next to her, my forearms resting on my knees.

She looked into my eyes, getting seemingly lost.

The more I looked at her, the prettier I found her.

Her skin is pale, tanner than mine, but paler than most.

Her cheeks have the kind of chubbiness mine do.

So cute. So inviting. So appealing.

Her lips pout just perfectly.

I let my lip ring loose from my teeth and extended a pale hand.

“Hey there. I'm Zacky.”

She slid her dainty hand in mine and I pulled her hand up to kiss her knuckles.

I swear if she was standing she would've fallen to her knees.

“I'm, uh, I'm Rae”

“Beautiful name,” I smiled softly at her and turned to her group of friends who were staring at me.

I pulled a pack of cards from my messenger bag and sat Indian style before pulling Rae into my lap.

I wrapped my pale and tattooed arms around her waist to shuffle cards.

I smirked at them and two of them, excluding Rae, sighed contently.

“Who wants to play cards?”

- - - -

Lame ending.

But I wanted to get this in so I could maybe write up a chapter for Nightmares.

Thank you SOSOSOSSOSO much for the reviews.

I've never seen a zombie story so this holds my interest atleast.

Hope it does yours too.

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