your whispers are voiceless

Death Dance

"So, what's your name?" the stranger asked over the silence. His voice was steady and confident, oddly unperturbed by the chilling coldness. Didn't he feel cold, just wearing a suit outside? I sure as hell am. I rubbed my hands over the sleeves of my suit.

"Niall," I looked at him, and he gave me a smile so small it could've just been me and my silly hallucinations.

"Liam."

Silence again.

I withdrew my eyes from him, but I could still feel his on me. I felt uneasy and fidgety under his gaze.

"So, you wanna dance?" Shocked, I looked at him. I reran his words in my head, either trying to test my comprehension or his mentality, I didn't know.

Why on earth would somebody as beautiful as him want to dance with a loser like me?

"Do you want to dance?" he asked again, this time standing in front of me and holding a hand out. My eyes widened.

Maybe this was a prank set up by my classmates. Yeah. That's got to be it. Why else would he want to dance with me?

I looked into his eyes, and I saw something indescribable, something I can't put my fingers on. Something that made me feel weak. My thoughts began to scramble. I had no idea where nor how it came to be, but I found  myself nodding softly, dropping my coat and taking his hand. I had to swallow the gasp that threatened to fall from my lips. His hands were unbelievably cold, icy cold. Maybe it's just from being out here for too long . . . ?

Liam pulled me close until our chests were flushed together, snaking an arm around my waist while the other's fingers interlaced themselves with mine. I awkwardly placed my free hand on his shoulder.

It was a bit weird, really, this dancing thing. Never been a fan of graceful movements. But who am I to complain when gorgeous Liam was my partner? Exactly.

But there was something nagging at me at the back of my mind. Telling me that this was wrong, all wrong. Although being here with Liam was too right for me to even question anything about it, I've got to admit, something was strange about him. It was the fact that I've never seen him before, or even heard of him. This was a small town; everybody knows everybody. Almost no one moves in here, what with its secluded location and all. And when one does move here, it's a known fact that the news would've reached everybody's ear within mere hours. Then why hadn't I heard of Liam?

My thoughts went into a bizarre frenzy as we began to sway our bodies in sync, guided by the soft music erupting from the gym. Our eyes were locked, faces so close his addictive breath was fanning over my lips.

I knew that brown eyes were very common, but there was something in his that would force you to just look at them and forget about everything else. It was un-pinpoint-able, but it was definitely there, the flare.

I was lost in a world where only he and I existed. Only he and I shared. We weren't even listening to the music anymore. We only moved our bodies at a steady pace, our feet soundlessly padding the ground.

All the while, I admired his fluid movements as we wafted smoothly in the night. Bits of snowflakes were falling over us, making the moment a little bit more perfect. I relished in this small moment of happiness, even if it was just for a few minutes.

It had been so long since I last felt this happy. Was this feeling even classified as mere happiness? My heart racing, butterflies in my stomach, my mind whirred in a huge clump of blurred thoughts . . .

It sounded so cheesy, and I know that it's only been a few minutes, but that was how I felt at the moment.

It was something more, I knew it. There was something more. Glee? Ecstasy? No. This feeling runs much deeper, much more composed and yet I couldn't grasp it.

I didn't realize we had stopped, and that both of Liam's hands were now on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his unnaturally cold neck. He looked directly into my eyes, face dead serious, and I felt as though he was browsing through my entire life. Each secret, every memory -- vague and vivid -- that were still lodged in my mind. It seemed as if he was analyzing every single detail . . .

And I let him.

I only stared back at Liam, loving how the brown of his eyes shone under the fairy lights. How the orange glow accented his perfect features. He was beyond gorgeous.

Then he was leaning in, and my heart began to race quicker than would've been possible. My head was spinning with an endless line of whirring thoughts. I let my eyes flutter close.

I've always imagined how a kiss felt like. Amazing? Perfect? Our lips moving together in sync as wave after wave of tingles and goosebumps rippled through my body?

Well, it was none of the sort.

Instead, a searing pain shot through my neck as his impossibly large canines pierced through my skin. My eyes flew open, a silent scream trying to escape my mouth. I could feel him sucking my vital fluid hungrily, the grip on my hip tightening. My hands were on his shoulders, loosely clutching them.

My body was weakening by the second, either from the excruciating pain or the loss of blood, I'd never know.

The world around me began to spin, my vision beginning to blur. So this was how I was going to die? Not even with a fight? I thought it didn't matter. It's not that I'm actually living for something anyway, or that I'm going to leave something or someone behind -- except perhaps, my existence.

My ruined dreams, my broken family, my so-called friends? They didn't matter anymore. Liam was actually doing me a favor.

I felt like my whole life was flashing before my eyes in a speed that made the memories a blur of colors and emotions.

The pain was all over my body now, every inch of me feeling like they were being burned. My skin throbbed hotlywhile my insides felt like sludge. I grew limp in Liam's arms.

Well, looking at the bright side, at least my cause of death would be, "Sucked to death by Liam the Gorgeous." Nifty, eh?

But before my mind could wander any further, everything was dark.