"Simon Lewis come here" my mum screams. I trudge out to the kitchen area, she is standing over the bin. "What is this?" She spat, pointing at a plastic bottle, just like the ones I keep my blood in, the edges are crusted with dried blood.
"I don't know" I say my voice shacking, I reach my hand into my pocket, grab a bit of fat off my own body and pinch it as hard as I can, frustration fills me. "You do know. Simon Lewis you bloodily well do know" she spat. I can't control myself, I'm losing it. "What is wrong with you, what is that" she yells. I feel my fangs lengthen, I watch as the veins in her neck throb.
"Control yourself" I whispered to myself, my thoughts stay on one thing. Blood. "Simon, talk to me" she spat, blood coming out. I feel another force inside my taking over, I feel my feet shuffle towards her, I feel my fangs sink into her.
Blood fills my mouth, bursting with flavour, sweet and bitter, I drink, until I feel my mother body drop limp beneath me, dead.
*Beep Beep*
"Simon get up, it's 7:45 you need to leave" my mother screamed.
A/N- this fan fiction is set after city of ashes, but before city of glass. I'd love to hear what you think, weather it should be continued or not.
