I've been sitting in front of this screen for the past twenty minutes, racking my brains for something 'witty' and 'original' to write, when all of a sudden.....PING! You know those moments in the movies where a character's really confused and then they have this huge lightbulb moment that suddenly fixes their problems? Well, I had something like that. An epiphany, if you will. That is, if an epiphany stares you quite literally in the face at the bottom-half of your screen....
So here it is, my beautiful people: the prologue of my current novel, Guardians. If you want to read a quick synopsis about my WIP, then please click here. If not, then read on and remember: all feedback, whether that be criticism or anything like it, is very much welcome.
Okay, here we go.....
The city was buzzing with life, with promise and hope and dreams whispered in the darkest corners of smoky bars and underneath the dying, amber glow of streetlights. The moon was smiling from behind a cloud of heavy smoke, the curling wisps of grey escaping from the painted lips of pretty women in black eyeliner and respectable men in tattered suits, wishing to escape from the dull, day to day boredom to a night of excitement and exhilaration that they would soon come to regret the following morning.
Music sounded from every bar and club on the derelict street, dark symphonies that only added to the heavy yet enticing atmosphere of the night. The rhythm was enchanting, exciting and full of promise. It was a night that you couldn't possibly forget, and yet one that many would not remember.
Outside one such bar there stood a woman. Nobody seemed to know her name, and none particularly cared to find out. She was just there; watching, observing with a small smirk and dark eyes that seemed to twinkle dangerously like the stars scattered in the black sky above her.
She was just another woman in black eyeliner and cheap leather. Nothing more, nothing less, and absolutely nothing to worry about.
The woman chuckled to herself. If only that were true. She lowered the brim of the red fedora hat she wore and continued watching the people around her, waiting to find the one person she wished to see that night, the only one she had come so far to meet.
She could sense him. In the suspenseful environment and the electric air around her, she could sense his pulse through the crowd, could practically smell the metallic blood pumping through his veins.
Then, more so than if he'd simply touched her, she felt him. His presence....it was near. She pushed herself from the wall and took to the pavement, moving soundlessly and gracefully like a predator stalking its prey, weaving in and out of the few people on the street. They paid no attention to her, and the woman liked it that way: it would make what she was about to do so much easier.
And she'd found him. Her prey. She followed his scent, sniffing the air around her and following her instincts until they led her down a dark, gloomy alleyway behind one of the many clubs on the street. The music was pumping through the air, yet the scent was so strong now. It was overpowering, overwhelming and she could feel herself getting drunk on it, as intoxicating as it was.
Oh yes. He was here. She could make out his dim outline in the dark alley, hidden by a thin cloud of smoke that engulfed him from the tip of a cigarette raised to his slightly parted, blood red lips. The moonlight illuminated his face, yet the rest of his body was hidden. His dark hair, the green of his eyes, his sharp jaw....she had found what she was looking for. The hunt, at long last, was over.
And like the predator that she was, she pounced upon her prey. She was merciless, ruthless, and his cries were soon silenced as her pearly white teeth lengthened and became large, hooked fangs that glistened in the moonlight as they sank into his pale, porcelain flesh. They ripped and tore and slashed at his skin, her tongue lapping up the thick crimson rivers that spilled from his veins like an animal. A bloodthirsty, savage animal.
When she was finished, the woman stepped back to admire her handiwork. Bringing a perfectly manicured hand to her mouth, she wiped the crimson blood dripping from her chin and inspected the body on the ground with a sadistic smile, twitching and drifting in and out of consciousness below her.
She smiled wider and took her hand away from her mouth, watching the blood roll down her index finger and into a small pool in the palm of her hand. And like the animal that she was, she brought it back to her mouth and licked it up. Delicious.
And with one last glance at the figure on the ground, her mouth stretched into a cold smirk as she pulled her black coat around herself and turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
It had been a good hunt.
Sooooo, what's the verdict, Internet? Yay or nay? Remember: all feedback is very much welcome, and I look forward to seeing your thoughts and opinions in the comments section below!
But for now....
- Sunset xx