The wind twirled and picked up the girl's hair. whipping the back of her neck in violent lashes. The wind submitted and lay her hair upon her shoulders. Her blue eyes stained with tears. Her cheeks red from crying. her tank top was also stained from tears, and something else... Blood.
Hands drenched in the vermillion color, her feet soaking in a puddle of it. She stared up at the night sky and a tear shed from her eye landed upon her hand, running a line down her hand of cleared blood. A man came from behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"You did well, Veronica."
She nodded at the man. He leaned slightly to her level to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Should we leave, Damion?.. They'll be looking for you my love."
"Your correct. Let us depart. your family,,, won't ever be able interupt our love,ever. ever. again..." Damion spoke softly. The wind picked up again. The leaves twirled up around them, cloaking them for a short period of time.
They were gone...
It was the next day.
Veronica had taken a shower at Damion's house. Her golden blonde hair was now a dark brown. Her eyes were no longer blue either. But a dark dark vermillion. As if the blood from the other night had stained them, changed them permanetly.
Damion came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck, working his way up to her lips. spinning her around to face him. His body was warm. Veronica held her body close to him.
But this wasn't a normal couple...
Damion was twenty-six,,, Veronica was only sixteen. They had commited an unspeakable crime the other night.
Veronica's family had found out about their love, and were going to call the cops. Damion, close by as always, grabbed knives for both of them and let the massacre begin. Blood curtling screams were heard, crying and weeping. Blood sprayed on the curtains and windows. the kitchen sink filled to the top with blood.
Damion had died his hair. From pitch black to a lighter color, that of a dirty blonde color. His green eyes were now black with specks of gold within it.
Veronica smiled at him as he let go of her.
He smiled back, and embraced her again in a loving hug.
"Were together now, love. They'll never come between us... Our love is that of an inferno's. A deadly blaze to others who appose it. But mearly warms us..." Damion spoke softly into her ear. Kissing her cheek, he went to the kitchen to make them some breakfast.
"What are you making baby?..."
"Just some eggs... want anything special with them?..."
"not in particular, no." Veronica replied staring at him as he cracked the eggs into a skillet. He pulled out a fork and began to whisk the yolks.
She smiled,"I love men who can cook..."
he smiled back,"I love your smile... It's perfect.. Your laugh, sexy, your hair, stunning;I could run my fingers through it all day if you'd let me. Your eyes, that beautiful color you wanted them to be... God damn it Veronica... your... Perfect in every aspect."
Hands drenched in the vermillion color, her feet soaking in a puddle of it. She stared up at the night sky and a tear shed from her eye landed upon her hand, running a line down her hand of cleared blood. A man came from behind her and put a hand on her shoulder.
"You did well, Veronica."
She nodded at the man. He leaned slightly to her level to give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Should we leave, Damion?.. They'll be looking for you my love."
"Your correct. Let us depart. your family,,, won't ever be able interupt our love,ever. ever. again..." Damion spoke softly. The wind picked up again. The leaves twirled up around them, cloaking them for a short period of time.
They were gone...
It was the next day.
Veronica had taken a shower at Damion's house. Her golden blonde hair was now a dark brown. Her eyes were no longer blue either. But a dark dark vermillion. As if the blood from the other night had stained them, changed them permanetly.
Damion came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck, working his way up to her lips. spinning her around to face him. His body was warm. Veronica held her body close to him.
But this wasn't a normal couple...
Damion was twenty-six,,, Veronica was only sixteen. They had commited an unspeakable crime the other night.
Veronica's family had found out about their love, and were going to call the cops. Damion, close by as always, grabbed knives for both of them and let the massacre begin. Blood curtling screams were heard, crying and weeping. Blood sprayed on the curtains and windows. the kitchen sink filled to the top with blood.
Damion had died his hair. From pitch black to a lighter color, that of a dirty blonde color. His green eyes were now black with specks of gold within it.
Veronica smiled at him as he let go of her.
He smiled back, and embraced her again in a loving hug.
"Were together now, love. They'll never come between us... Our love is that of an inferno's. A deadly blaze to others who appose it. But mearly warms us..." Damion spoke softly into her ear. Kissing her cheek, he went to the kitchen to make them some breakfast.
"What are you making baby?..."
"Just some eggs... want anything special with them?..."
"not in particular, no." Veronica replied staring at him as he cracked the eggs into a skillet. He pulled out a fork and began to whisk the yolks.
She smiled,"I love men who can cook..."
he smiled back,"I love your smile... It's perfect.. Your laugh, sexy, your hair, stunning;I could run my fingers through it all day if you'd let me. Your eyes, that beautiful color you wanted them to be... God damn it Veronica... your... Perfect in every aspect."
