Chapter 1
The light of the full moon bounces in and out of the room as the wind directs the waves of the curtains. Three teenagers enjoy the breeze in between smoke clouds created by the self made bong they dap every five minutes in between conversation. The only girl, Evelyn, sits between the two boys her age, hysterically laughs at the story told by the gray haired boy she met a few hours prior.
He is not like the other friends she knows or came with. No polished skin, clean nails or hair neatly gelled. His house is a town outside of the realm of the city, neighboring only the sky and meadows. A creaking wooden house with holes in the wall, unlike the mansions she usually parties in with her friends. The brand new dodge 4 wheeler they drove in, seems so out of place parked in the driveway. But the party is not less fun. The trio laugh and joke around sitting next to each other on the third hand three seater couch. It is covered by white cloth, easing the nerves of the girl, to get stains on her new white clothes.
The gray haired boy directs a question to Evelyn as she takes her latest hit of the bong. “What is your guilty pleasure?”
“Eating baby food definitely” she giggles as stating hers. She turns to her friend she came with to give him the chance to answer. And does with a blush locking eyes “Sunday morning radio”. Before it can turn into a moment, the man of the house interjects with his answer, “I like red, so everytime i buy skittles, I only pick out the red, and throw out the remaining colors”.
“You are lying”
“Lying would be telling you that you look bad in white”
“Well I can’t disagree with you there, I rock every color of the rainbow”
“Now I want to see you in red”
“Maybe you will next time”
“Why wait?”
As the words are spoken, the gray haired boy pulls out a knife and in one swinging motion cuts Evelyn’s throat. She turns to the friend that brought her to the weird, old creaking wooden house, somewhere far away from civilization, but her friend has already moved from next to her, to sit right opposite the scene. Watching her white clothes slowly dyed red with her blood, he unbuckles his belt, opens his pants, and places one hand down his pants.
“You were right, you do look stunning in every color” the gray haired boy says as he moves his hands between her legs, moving it up until he is inside her. All this as she starts to drown in her own blood. With his fingers inside her, he starts kissing her neck, tasting a bit of her blood. “Oh, you taste even better”.
