Fire
Bree"Mother, I told you I will get home, when I get home. God! I am sixteen I can take care of myself!" I slam my phone shut and place it back into the consul. My mother still treats like I am five. I mean seriously I am sixteen I have a car, a job, my own life already, besides there is nothing dangerous in Seattle anyway.
I focus my eyes on to the roads in front of me and try to get my overprotective mother out of my head. The streets are dark and frozen from the unseasonably cold spring in Seattle. I squint my eyes to peer through the thick ice on my windshield. It is nearly impossible to see in this weather. What the heck happened to global warming? It seems to be lacking in the whole "warming" thing.
Just as my mind starts to launch into a huge political debate, something rams into the side of my car. I am thrown forward into the steering wheel. The cracking sound of my ribs breaking is deafening. Where is my cell phone? I need help.
" Help!" A small cry escapes from my shattered chest and dies in the cold night air. What in the world did I hit? It wasn't a tree, unless trees can jump and last time I checked, they can't. Was it ice, an animal, or, oh please no, not a child! I couldn't dare to live if killed a child or any person for that matter. What if I go to jail I can't survive jail I am to small it would eat me alive.
" Help, she says." An angel high voice cuts through the darkness of the night.
"Hello? Who's there?" My voice sounds so deep and rough compared to hers.
" Oh, you will be perfect." The angel's voice suddenly has a demon edge to it. Perfect for what dare I even ask. Is this the thing that has caused all the disappearances in town?
" No." My voice is a near whisper now. "Please, leave me alone."
A flash of white and fiery red enters the passenger side of my old ford. My hand is ripped from my side so hard and quick my shoulder pops in and out of place. Just as I whence from the pain in my shoulder a new pain enters into my hand. First, it is the crushing pain of ice-cold hands squeezing my palm, then the needle like fangs of the creature being stabbed into my wrist. A scream bubbles out of my broken chest, as fire seems to engulf my hand, yet I see no flame. I thrash my hand around and try to put the unseen fire out to no avail. The creature that bit me is nowhere to be found as the fire speeds up my arm towards my rapidly beating heart. I scream and thrash for what feels like hours, but the fire never wavers never let's up for even a second to let be. No rather it becomes hotter and burns with more intensity than the sun itself.
I begin to wonder if this is what hell it like, internal burning and fire. I know I have not been a perfect saint my whole life but do I truly deserve a hell like this. Why has death not come to me, for I must be but a pile of ashes in the steel frame of a flame-cooked car by now. What will my mother do when she's my car burnt out on the side of the road? Why has no one stopped to call 911? Certainly an inflamed car would be noticeable, especially at night.
Still however, no one comes. I sit in my car on the side of the road and wait to slowly be burned alive. The pain seems to go on forever. Seconds pass like hours and hours like days. I shutter to think that this pain will become life, or as it maybe death, for me. In my head I can see my name already in the morning paper. Local Girl Burned to Death in Car Fire. I can see the face of my poor mother pasted on to T.V. screens as she ask the camera, why it had to be me. Suddenly, the fire reaches an even hotter climax. It seems impossible that this fire could become any hotter than before, but it did.
Then, just as suddenly the fire began to retreat from my figures and toes and moved more rapidly toward my core where it seems to still be growing. I kept I all focus on the parts not burning and waited for the fire to stop. I have no idea how long I wait for the fire to end before it did. The flame first became hotter than ever before deep in my chest then diapered completely. It was over.
I tired to open my eyes but found that I didn't want to. I didn't want to see my chard body in my burnt up car, nor did I want to see the hell I was just put through in my own two eyes. I lay there for hours and tried and failed to sleep. I just wasn't tired anymore. What I couldn't stop was the noise. I could hear everything. The bird's wings as they beat, the dripping of melting snow on to the road, the low beats of a car radio. A CAR! Oh my God a car, PEOPLE! What will they say to my ashes here or to my fire-ridden car? I wait and wait for the car to come closer, until suddenly the sound of rolling tires stops and a new sound enters ears. I can't hear a person breathing heavily; get out of their car. I can hear soft footsteps crunching on the icy roads as they make their way toward the wreckage. Then, I take a quick breath and a smell a smell more divine than any I had ever smelled in my short life. It was like the smell of freshly baked cookies time like a million. That smell told me how thirsty I was. No I was past thirsty, parched is a better word. My throat felt so dry it burned like I was on fire once again. All my mind could think about was the thirst the burning awful thirst that erupted my throat into flame.
Without even thinking, I opened my eyes and followed the scent towards the neck of the approaching man. His scream was loud at first with shock and surprised but then it was gargled as I sucked the blood from his hot neck. The taste was like I could believe though I knew doing this I was killing someone. I couldn't bring myself to stop it was just too good and I was so thirsty. The man was dead and drained before my thirst had been quenched.
"What the heck am I now! A frick'n VAMPIRE! Impossible! Such creatures do not exist." I screamed at the top of my lungs. My voice was no longer my voice but the voice of an angel or of a professional singer in song. The beauty of my own voice reminded me of the creature who bit me and started the burning. A shiver travels up my back as I remember.
" You will find my friend that we vampires are quite real." A calm perfect male voice comes from behind me.