• Torn Apart

    Ava is a young seventeen year-old who is in love with a vampire named Ezra.
    Here's a key to help you understand what they look like;
    Ava: black, shoulder length, messy hair with red, white, and blue streaks, pale skin, pale pink lips, and dazzling violet eyes.
    Ezra: black shoulder length hair that was usually tied up with a black rubberband, white skin, crimson eyes.

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    Ava felt love for Ezra course through her paper-thin veins. How could Fate do this to a kind soul like him? It caused him such pain to be with her she could practically feel it in her bones. It was amazing what love could make someone do in a situation as rare as theirs.
    Ava looked into the mirror, and her violet eyes blinked back at her.
    "Ava you are one sly devil." she told herself, admiring the way her body was made; big chest, curvy hips, but still slender able to eat a whole pizza and not gain a pound. Ava smiled to herself, most girls would kill for a body like hers, but it was all hers, and no one else could have it.
    Ava walked into her room finding what she knew she would. Ezra on her bed. Ava smiled to him, and, as always, he returned the smile.
    "You are so beautiful." Ezra whispered to her as she sat by him on the queen-sized bed.
    "I know." Ava said lightly, knowing it would make him laugh, but this time he didn't. That was their routine every night. He would tell her she's beautiful, she'd say I know, and he'd laugh while saying 'and i love you for it' then she'd somehow end up on the floor with him tickling her as quietly as possible so not to wake up her parents. It was practically a tradition. How could he not continue it?
    "Ezra?" Ava asked with a frown building on her lips.
    "Yes, Ava?" he pulled away from his daydream.
    "Is something wrong?"
    "No, my dear."
    "I know there is, don't you dare lie to me." Ava turned so she could give him a full on glare.
    "I can never get something past you, now can i?" he sighed.
    "Nope, and don't expect me to start." she shook her messy hair out of her face.
    "I haven't fed this week."
    "We can always solve that you know." Ava sulked like a child. She knew what was coming.
    "Never in a million years." she said at the said time as him.
    Ezra grabbed her wrists. "Ava, Ava look at me!" she had looked away from his hypnotizing, crimson eyes.
    "What?" she demanded.
    "I could never. I am hardly satisfied with the animals that i drink from, and i have to drain at least three deer a week to make almost satisfied. Now a human....." he trailed off shaking his head.
    "Ezra, you are important too." Ava insisted. They were reliving past conversations.
    "No, not my kind. We are not important. Our lives should be destroyed. I wish i had died in the revolutionary war instead of finding that witch."
    Ava gasped, and lurched her hands from his grasp.
    "What is it?" his eyes were full of concern.
    "How could you?" she asked, stood up, and went to the window.
    "What did i do?" he asked.
    "You rather you'd have died instead of becoming a vampire."
    "Yes?" he didn't get it.
    "You, as a vampire, met me!" Ava turned around and looked at him, tears sparkling in her eyes like diamonds. "Of course I don't matter to a vampire! I'm a blood bag, cattle, a form of food. My feelings don't matter!!" she had finished, for the time being, with her heart racing with pain, and panting.
    Ezra looked up at her, pain sparkling in his eyes. "You do matter." he whispered.
    Ava laughed hysterically. "You can do everything to help me, but even the thought of helping you is out of the question!!" by the end she was crying, and almost screaming.
    "I'm sorry if--"
    There Ava lost it. "If? If?! There's that if again! Can't you see you did hurt me?" Ava stopped to cry.
    "I'm sorry that i hurt you." Ezra stood up, and hugged her in that grasp that always soothed her.
    Ava gulped down some more sobs. "I'll be back." Ava got out of his grasp, went downstairs, and started to make herself some green tea. It always helped her calm down.
    "Ava?" asked her mother from upstairs.
    "Yes,"
    "Are you okay, I smell tea." Ava's mother could read her like an open book.
    "I'm fine, just had a nightmare. They enjoy to jump on me."
    "Oh don't i know it." her mother slowly emerged into sight. No one knew where Ava's looks came from, because they certainly from her brown hair, tanned, brown eyed mother.
    Ava smiled at her, and faked a yawn; well, almost like an open book. "Dang, I'm tired."
    "Me too, but sleep doesn't obey at all." Ava's mother had once been a poet but stopped once Ava had been born.
    "Yep." finally the tea was done! "Well, I'm gonna try to sleep." she said as she poured at mug of tea.
    "Okay sweetie." her mom said, and Ava hurried upstairs.
    Ezra was on her bed with his head in his hands as Ava appeared into the room. At the sound of the door being closed Ezra lifted his head.
    "Ava, I am so sorry." he blurted as he ran to her.
    "Careful, you might spill my tea."
    Ezra groaned. Now he could read her. "I hurt you that bad?"
    "No," Ava lied. "I was thirsty."
    He groaned again.
    Ava sipped her tea, and sat at her computer desk, sinking into the soft leather.
    "I will not drink from you." he said.
    "I didn't ask you to . . . . . yet."
    He nodded at the 'yet.' "Would it make you happy if i did drink from you, on a hypothetical level?"
    "Ecstatic." Ava said between sips.
    Another groan.
    "Da . . . . . . ang!" Ava almost swore.
    "What?" he inquired.
    "Either you're in pain, or you just really enjoy groaning." Ava smiled, her eyes begging for his laugh, but her eyes betrayed her; she didn't even get a smile.
    "I'm sorry?"
    "I'm joking. I just want a laugh." she gave him her most lethal weapon. The puppy dog pout.
    He let loose the most pitiful laugh she had ever heard. "Ah ha . . . ha."
    Ava could feel the anger boiling, so she gulped her tea quickly burning her tongue. "Gah!" she gasped at the pain. Her gasp didn't even phase Ezra.
    "Tomorrow." he murmured.
    "What?" she asked with her still scalding tongue.
    "Tomorrow, i shall feed." he said.
    "On me?" she asked terror filling her body.
    "Unless you are scared." he wouldn't look at her; apparently the floor looked better than she did.
    "No!" she practically shouted. "No," she tried again, "I'm not afraid."
    "Tomorrow i shall pick you up, and we will go to a secret spot."
    "Where?" she pushed.
    "Where i shall feed from you like a bloodbag." he shook at the term.
    Ava set down her tea, and lunged at him to give him a hug. "I love you." she murmured between kisses on his neck and throat.
    "As i to you, as i to you." he repeated.

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    Ava awoke with Ezra gone. She was about to turn over sleepily when his decision came flooding back to her. Ava lurched out of her bed so fast she had to grip the bed post because blood ended up flooding to her head, and left her dizzy.
    Then she skipped down the stairs happily, and wanted to eat as healthy as possible. She sifted through the food condiments, and came up with a breakfast of a fruit smoothie, apple slices, and yogurt. Once Ava was done she did the dishes, and got dressed into a white that showed more than it should, but would make it easier for Ezra to bite, black skinny jeans, combat boots, and repainted her nails. Ava decided to make them black, her favorite color, and put jewels on them. Rubies.
    When that was done Ava went downstairs to meet her just waking parents. "Morning mom, dad." she greeted them each with a kiss on the cheek.
    Their eyebrows rose, but no questions were asked.
    As i made them coffee i asked, "Is it okay if i go out with Ezra this morning?" i asked lightly.
    "Sure honey." said mom.
    "That's okay, dawg." her dad made a peace sigh. That was his way of saying that he was having a good day.
    The whole family stood there for a minute at her father's statement, and burst into laughter. Ava was still laughing as she opened the door to reveal Ezra.
    "What's so funny?" he asked.
    "My father."
    "He always is."
    "Whaddup mah homey?" asked Ava's dad. All of the reactions were different. Ava smacked her head, her mother laughed again, and Ezra just smiled politely.
    "Nothing much, mister Smith."
    Ava had to practically drag Ezra out of the house by then. Once they were in the car driving Ava started to get nervous. Would it hurt? Will it hurt? How much would he take? thoughts like that.
    When they reached a dusty path that Ava couldn't see until pointed out, they set out.
    Ava was panting within ten minutes of the treacherous path.
    "Would you like me to carry you?" asked Ezra who was treating this like he was sitting down.
    "N-no, I-I-I'm fine." Ava panted.
    But five minutes later Ava practically begged to be held.
    They were finally there. "Here?" asked Ava.
    "Yes, here."
    "Okay," Ava jumped down.
    "Bend your head."
    "Okay." she said nervously as her head bent.
    "I'll be careful." Ezra said as he laid over her body, put a hand at her back, and bit. Ava immediately went limp, but Ezra's hand supported her. He drank from her. This was what she wanted for him. It was so nice to do something for him.
    Then, after a few minutes, Ava started to feel cold. Her blood was being pulled away from her warm body making her start to have hypothermia. She started to struggle, but stopped at the pain. Ezra paid her efforts no head. Her body was growing sluggish, and dreary.
    Ezra quickly dropped her at the sudden shock of her cold skin.
    "Ava!?" he gasped.
    Ava couldn't reply with words so she just moaned.
    "Are you okay."
    Now movement was stolen.
    "I love you." he murmured, knowing what was happening.
    Then she was gone . . . . . forever.