FIFTY SHADES OF FAT (5 page)

I went from taking a tea
spoon to downing a wine bottle worth of blood. I was laughing hysterically! I just couldn't stop.

I suddenly couldn't see very well.

I was driving at top speed. I ended up turning onto an open field. Suddenly, I hit a cow-so hard that my head hit the dash board! I got up and my head was bloody.

I had to climb out the back seat door.

The cow must have exploded all over the place. The rain poured on me like a water fall and it felt great.

I didn't hurt anymore.

I felt weak and decided to lay back on the wet muddy ground. I looked up at the black sky as the rain came down on me.

I closed my eyes for a little while. I didn't feel like getting up, I felt too comfortable on the ground with the rain on my face.

I just wanted to stay there for a while. I closed my eyes, and I felt so sleepy. I was numb all over, it felt good. Everything was peaceful.

I suddenly got up in an upright position.

My eyes were only closed for a second and it felt like forever.

The rain still poured and lightning lit up the sky. I stood up on my feet and I grabbed what I could and got out of the vehicle and decided to abandon it since it was better to leave the past behind me.

I decided to cut through a dark forest which was
nearby
. The rain started to die down.

The moon was full in the midnight sky, looking down the darkened creepy forest.

Trees were rustling softly, and a lake sparkled in the moonlight. I managed to use the lighter I found in the vehicle and set up a fire to keep me warm at night.

I heard a strange noise in the forest, and it was very spooky. A man approached behind me.

He greeted me, and asked if I was lost. He had brown eyes, was tall, and had a nice a nice smile. He looked like a hunter since he had a rifle with him, and some green fatigues.

He seemed to have a dark soul, deadly, and I was wondering what he wanted. He had three big scars that ran down his face.

He was polite and I still found him creepy but sexy. He sat with me and we spoke. He said he was a hunter and said that I shouldn't have been out alone in the dark forest.

I noticed right away that he wasn't a vampire. I asked him his name, but he just looked at me and smirked. He was secretive and mysterious.

We spoke about life and then he insisted that he stay with me till morning. He had a bottle of whiskey that we both shared and got a little buzzed.

The fire burned all night and this hunter who remained nameless put the moves on me. He must have been desperate.

We sat next to each other by the fire. He started to rub my neck and he moved his hand down to my ass crack. That made me wet. We started to
kiss, and we fucked like wild animals by the fire. For a human he was pretty impressive.

He was a savage.

Mist flooded the forest in the morning, and there was no sun in sight.

A dark figure emerged from the fog, its eyes holding a murderous look. It was a vampire.

The vampire lifted his head and approached us. Everything was silent. The hunter told me to stay put. The vampire spoke. "Leave this forest now. You are not welcome in
these parts." He said.

"We ain't going!" said the hunter.

The hunter grabbed his rifle and shot at the vampire, but the vampire kept coming.

The vampire just smiled, and was fast to grab the hunter's throat. He tore out his Adams apple from his neck and blood was gushing everywhere, including my face.

The vampire looked at me and demanded I leave or he would kill me too.

I ran like the wind! I managed to get back into the vehicle and I sped off and reminisced.

My life was always a rollercoaster. I never really thought the expression, "money can't buy happiness", was true. When I was younger, just by observing the people around me, I saw when people would get money, or even win the lottery; they had a big smile that would spread across their faces.

Whenever I would see that smile and a person's face light up at the sight of money it would make me believe that I had proved the famous expression wrong.

Vampire blood made me happy. I was able to reflect on life more and look deeper into things and particularly into people more than I was able to do years ago. My family was going through hard times because of the failing economy.

I started to form an idea that maybe I should start selling vampire blood to all the fat women out there and even men if they were interested.

I could have made it rich. It was going to be tough since I was going to need a supplier.

I remember being younger when the economy was doing well and waking up to decent meals for each of my sisters and I.

We used to believe that all of that junk, brought in because of money of course, were the best part of waking up on Christmas, our Bdays or any special time of the year.

O
f course all of those toys and crappy items would have made anyone happy; however looking back it would only have made them happy if it was given to them by somebody who bought it for them with love.

Ever since the recession came along, my family hadn't had quite as much to spend as they used to. When my sisters and I woke up on Christmas day, and even though we knew we didn't get exactly what we wanted, we were still happier than we ever were. It would have been nice to wake up to vampire blood.

All of us mostly felt this way because we woke up on Christmas together and for that, we were happy and
couldn't
have been happier.

I knew some rich ass people who had everything a child or someone older could ever ask for and a massive house with expensive decorations, and they came to our regular sized, common home and they were actually jealous.

I was never sure why that was. They told us how they would have given anything to live in our home. I was actually appreciative that my family didn't have all that money to spend because when you did, it was easy to lose sight of what really mattered in life.

To me, money was not what brought happiness, it's the people who you were surrounded by and the love you received from them.

That was the ultimate happiness to me. Of course money could have made it easier to find happiness and peace, then again there was no worrying about how you were going to buy groceries, pay any of the bills, or pay for a doctor's appointment.

If you didn't have a family or friends to share your riches with then the money meant absolutely nothing. Life was about sharing.

One day a while back I had an interesting encounter.

It was a pleasant day at the park, birds were singing, the sky was pretty and everything was beautiful. Even I was having a good time, which I rarely did, all because of my parents sucked.

They tortured me for every small mistake I did. I would get grounded constantly. I wanted to tell them to drop dead. I would not have even dared to tell them that or they would have ripped my hair out, slapped me out and put hot spices on my tongue while being told to get on my knees for an hour.

Anyways, I was having a good time when suddenly from out of nowhere, someone called out my name. ``Emma.." said the voice.
The voice was cold and had some kind of deepness to it.

I turned back and I saw a fairly young man sitting on the bench with a book with him. He invited me to sit next to him.

Being curios like I was, I sat with him. I did not want to go but I felt as if the deep cold voice pulled me towards him. I was aroused. I made it to him and sat at a considerable distance.

The conversation went well and at the end he left me with a note in my hand.

When I started going towards my home I remembered how strangely attracted to him I was. I soon got home and went to my room. It was a crappy year.

My house
was filled
with this foul smell all year long. I never knew what made the house stink so much but I never dared to ask.

My parents did not like me very much. Anyways, I got to my room and I opened the note. Astonishingly, I found a number.

I did not know whether it was a prank or something but I needed to check it out.

So I dialed the number and pressed the Call button. From the other end I heard the same deep cold voice. It said in the same manner as before 'Emma..' the man said.

I swallowed my fear and r
eplied “Yes?”
He said to meet him tomorrow at the beach, at 7:00 pm.

The next day I dressed up, applied a little perfume and
gave my face a little touch up
. I made my fat body look slutty.

I looked like a hooker with my skanky black mini skirt and
glass
high heels. I was about to leave t
he house when my mother yelled from the back.

“
Where are you going you fat ass!? You h
aven't finished the dishes yet!” she yelled.

I honestly hated doing the dishes.
One time the dishes had mold growing on them cause nobody did the dishes for days.

So I just ignored her and went off. I was thinking about the stranger all the time and then I reached the lovely beach.

It was a 35 min walk from my
house and I was exhausted
. Then I saw him sitting there on the beach with the same clothes as the other day. I reached him and we spoke like there was no tomorrow.

The sky was getting dark and it got really cloudy.

I told him that I needed to go to my house because I would get beaten up severely if I was late. He asked me out again the next day, this time at the amusement park. I ended up giving him head because I was easy.

His name was Troy and he lived just up the block. Several months passed and I fell in love with him.

I could see that he was equally interested in me so I decided to make the first move and admitted that I was in love with him.

He did not wait or think a second and admitted that he was in love too! We had sex constantly.