Post by TYSON PRICE on May 18, 2016 19:29:52 GMT -6
HELP ME YOU MAKE ME PERFECT
everything he had, the new life, it was all thanks to valarie. that woman gave a pathetic drug addict a second chance, an opportunity to be something better. tyson's overdose was premeditated, sloppily planned out to see his own end. not even he could deny the cowardice behind those actions. due to his location choice, valarie had stumbled upon the boy just in time to spare him. but why? what was in it for her? what could such a glamorious woman gain from a man in his state? perhaps the future she saw was one that tyson could not grasp at that current time, but it had become too clear now. they were meant for each other, two souls joining after a lifetime of separation. he could feel that... the burning desire that plagued him with every gaze. his heart belonged to valarie morgan, and it always would. the sire bond formed may have had a small part in such strong emotions, but it wasn't the only reason. no, tyson was in love with this woman, out of his own free will.
love was a funny feeling, a strange concept that he could never truly understand. his childhood lacked that emotion, due to a negligent mother. for the longest time, tyson blamed himself. why else wouldn't she want to be apart of his life? why else would she claim to busy rather than spent time with him? despite the guilt he carried for so long, it managed to disappear with his transformation. the blame quickly faded, though anger and hatred was set in its place. the lack of love was never his fault, it was hers. but valarie, she exposed her little fledgling to a whole new world, one filled with nothing but love... well, that and jealousy. oh, how he loathed isaac. why the hell did she turn that punk-ass kid? she didn't need him... valarie had tyson, he should have been enough. he was enough. deep down, the vampire knew that isaac was nothing more than a pet. still, not even that could curve the envy. love may have been a strong emotion, but so was jealousy.
stepping out of the shower, tyson dried himself off before pulling on a fresh pair of pants. walking back into the main room, glossy orbs trailed toward the bed, smirking at the crimson-stained sheets. a bare female body lay upon the fine matress, clearly drained of blood. in his own fit of anger, tyson turned to the one thing that always seemed to help: feeding. blood was an addiction within itself, like a replacement for the heroin he used to inject. oh, but the rush was no comparison. the only other time he got such a euphoric feeling was while in the presence of valarie. since she obviously wasn't around, he turned to a different form of comfort. slinging a t-shirt over his shoulder, tyson wadered toward the stereo, water still rolling down his exposed chest. pushing the power button, a grin spread across his lips as he turned the volume up, drowning out any surrounding noise. spinning on his heels, the male then continued to pour himself a drink, all while dancing to the tune.
placing a cigarette between his lips, free hand lighting the end as he inhaled. there was no denying that a complaint would eventually reach the front desk, thanks to his careless actions in allowing the music to be played at such a high level. did he care? no, not really. despite the very dead body laying in a pool of blood, the guy was simply having his own little party. besides, if it happened to be an unsuspecting hotel resident that knocked at his -well, valarie's- door, tyson could merely add them onto his current body count. it was that easy. the only person he truly listened to was valarie, and even at that, there were times when he refused to obey. it wasn't defiance, not entirely. i mean, the two were basically a couple, right? at least, that's how tyson viewed their relationship. valarie morgan was his, and tyson price was hers.
HELP ME BECOME SOMEBODY ELSE
TAGGED
VALARIE MORGAN
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nine inch nails
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