text: Kelsey Peters Bloody Love The Taker-book 1 
   
   
     
   He’s late. Of all nights. A first date dose not start like this in my mid. 
  “Hey” he says 
  “Hey” he startled me. 
  “Sorry I’m late.” 
  “It’s fine.”  This of course is not. 
  “Come on, let’s go.”  
  We started down a street to the ally, a short cut to the pizza palace. I don’t know why but this place made me feel… weird. Like I shouldn’t be here. This place just seemed darker than the night itself. It gave me a funny feeling. Like something is going to happen. I hate that feeling. It happened to me once in Colorado. 
  **** 
  “Hey mom it’s getting late!” 
  “Ok creel .I’ll be down in a minute. One more time down the slope!” 
  “Ok! Be careful!” 
  “Always am!” 
  She headed up the snow covered mountain while I headed inside our cozy little rented cabin with dad. 
  **** 
  Just she wasn’t careful enough. Little did I know that a blizzard was coming.  Mom didn’t see the edge and she fell. By the time we found her, she was dead, buried in snow, and drenched in her own blood. Something she landed on cut into her.  My dad was depressed for months after that.  I was raising myself. He kept moaning on and on about how he could have done something. Anything. He vowed he would and he did. Later he killed himself and I understood. It was bloody love. Thinking about the trip, I spaced off. I didn’t notice the change in Derik’s mood. He took my hand and brought me back down to Earth.  
  “I want to meet your parents.”  
  Aw crap. I didn’t want to lie to him because I really like him. (I’m not saying that I’m a bad liar because I’m not. I’m very good at it actually. I can say anything I want without flaw. I’ve even been told I have a honey sweet voice.) 
  “Ummm. Why?” to bad I’m not good at stalling 
  “Cause I want to get to know you better. One way of doing that is through your parents.” 
  Ok. Weird. That’s way too mushy for a first date. 
  “Trust me, you have nothing to worry about.” 
  “Still…” 
  “Oh come on, were 19, you really think I care what they say?” 
  “Well I-“ 
  And I cut him off the only way I knew how to cut off a guy. I kissed him. Kissed him hard and kissed him good. Kissed him until he damn well couldn’t remember what he was saying or where he lived for that matter. 
  “What was that?” 
  “Our first kiss.”I said sinfully. 
  “Well well well. What’s come over you? Maybe it’s me?” he said all knowingly. 
  “Perhaps.”   
  But he didn’t know anything. He didn’t know that my parents were dead, he didn’t know that my kisses were powerful in the since that I had all power over him, I could make a 20 page document on what he didn’t know. And then I heard it. First the crackle of leaves, then the snap of a twig, and it happened. He threw knives as sharp as needles and as fast as lightning. Thud.  Then Derik fell. Three. Three knives. That’s all it took. to kill him.i wanted to scream bloody murder. (cause it was). I wanted to kill myself. I wanted to die right here. Then its like a little thing snaped in my head. (seriously I think I heard it). He was about to do that for me. I could hear the knives right befor they hit me. Almost. One hit my hand.i stoped dead In my tracks and screamed. He caught hold of my wrist and his hand clamped down on my mouth. 
  “shhhhhhhhh. Where is your sapphire?” 
  I tried to talk but his hand muffled my words. 
  “if  I uncover your mouth, will you tell me?” 
  I nodded yes 
  “its in my purse.”I lied 
  It was around my neck. My grandfather had been sick and was making a will. He told me he wanted to give this to me before he passed. He said it was expensive, it was to mach my eyes that were as blue as the sea, and it was called the heart of the ocean. He wanted me to wear it everywear. So I did.  He took the double sided knife out of my hand and I winced. he looked at me with a warning look that said ‘if your lying, I will hunt you down.’  I believed him, but I lied anyways. He went down the  street and around the corner to be Derik and my purse lies.  He’ll figure it out eventually. He’ll come looking for me. But he won’t find me. I started out running. Long stride. That’s what my track coach always said. Longer strides at a steady pace take you further than shorter strides at a faster then slower pace. When it started raining I took shelter in a sewer to keep from getting wet. Even in Florida, it gets colder when it rains in early spring. I had no plan, so after the rain stopped, I wandered. I randomly walked until I came to (what looked like) an abandoned house. But it wasn’t. What my luck. After an hour a car pulled into the drive and I was screwed. I had explored the house. There were no backdoors. No other exit except the front door. What am I gunna do? Well to late to think. Whoever it is (weather it’s a hobo or not) is through the front door and in the house. I’m trapped. But besides that, I can’t help but think that Derik is dead. 
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  Their actually pretty nice. I tried to hide, I really did, but they had a dog. He smelt me. Smart dog. Im apparently VERY far from home. Good.  I’m away from that creep. Bad. I have a lot of family in that small town that will be worried about me. This is the altar family. There’s Mr. and Mrs. Altar, brendy and sin.  
   
   
   Publication Date: April 25th 2010 https://www.bookrix.com/-ruthrielly