I was walking home at night because I missed the bus and I have yet to get my drivers license. Which sucks but I don't think my dad would even consider taking me to get mine anytime soon.
Crack!
I turn my head around quickly. I look around and see a trash can fell over and has landed on the sidewalk. I let out the breathe I didn't know I was holding and walked on just a little faster. I'm a little freaked out and I don't care what my dad's reaction to me coming home after curfew with no beer for him. I just want to get of the streets. I've never liked the dark and this has just freaked me out even more.
"Please don't let me die, please don't let me die." I whisper to myself.
"Well you won't be completely dead." A voice said behind me and then I feel intense pain in the back of my neck.
I fell to the ground as the pain started to spread. I let out a something between a moan and a scream. I felt someone pick me up the last thing I remember before I passed up was.
"Welcome to the army."
Three Days Horribly Painful Days Later
I slowly opened my eyes and flinched. The pain in body was gone but I felt thirsty. My throat hurt and it was itchy. I reached my hand up to scratch it and realized I was way paler than before. I mean wasn't this pale but I wasn't tan either. I turned my head to the side in confusion as I looked at my hand. I heard a chuckle to the side of me.
"You get use to it. I'm Alexander." A guys voice said behind me.
I jumped and got up and ran the opposite direction of the guy faster than I thought was humanly possible.
I stopped on the other side of the room and turned around. A boy that looked about my age was there. He looked a little Mexican but too pale to be one. He has dark brown hair that it looked black but then we locked eyes and I realized his were red. His eyes are red. That can't be possible. People's eyes can't be red.
He interrupted my inner monologue by throwing something in my general direction. I realized quickly that it was a girl about my age and she was full on sobbing. I could smell their blood and I wanted it. I wanted so bad. I lunched myself at her.
"Please don't do this." The girls sobbed as my mouth was inches from her skin. I pulled away and looked down at the shaking girl.
What was I doing? I don't want to hurt her but I want the pain I'm feeling to go away and this craving for her blood to go away. I throw her back on the ground and turn away from her wanting to cry but the tears wouldn't come.
What have I become?