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Hidden Change

I heard the scream from the bedroom, not something you want to hear. I heard the lamp being hit across the room.

"Where is she? I know she's here! I can smell her!" A male voice yelled. I was trembling. I was a afraid to breathe, I kept it in. I couldn't be found; my whole family would be destroyed.

"I swear she isn't here! I.. I know she isn't just go away! Please! I'll do whatever it is! She is just a teenager! Don't kill her!" My mom was crying from the weakness in her tone of pleading. I went to open the door a bit to see what happened, there was complete silence.

I opened the door a bit. I saw my dad with gun in his mouth and everything sprayed everywhere, my mom had blood coming out of her neck to little holes. What in the world my brother was just laying there, lifeless with nothing inside. I gasped, just a bit too loud. "There you are. My last victim. Come here I would love just to see you. How young? How beautiful? You know, I just love games!" Said the male that killed everyone in my life.

"I won't! I can't and never will!" I said but my voice didn't want to.

"I remember the last time I had to drag a girl out of a closet, well it was a daydream of mine. Anyways, would you like to hear about her? She was little, brown hair, a mental patient." He said. I crept out of the closet. Slowly.

"What are you?" I whispered. My heart was the only thing I could hear, my breath and heartbeat. It was pounding so hard that I had a headache. My skirt was all dusty; I was crawling on the floor, which made it bloody.

"Everything that you fear." He said plain and simple. He had blonde hair that was messy, hanging around the frame of his face. He had normal clothes on. It was casual not dressy. You would think that he would be sweating but not one bit of perspiration.

"Okay." I said wiping off my skirt and blouse. I still had my scarf on. I ran into hiding right when I came home.

"What's your name? You have to have one." He said moving gradually closer to me.

"Charlotte. Charlotte Leon. I'm 16." I gulped. "What's your name?" I
lost any sense of feeling.

"James." James said. He kept urging closer and I was recoiling until I hit the wall. "You're not going to put up a fight." He looked into my eyes and I returned the action. His eyes were red, just like leaves right before they fall off the branches.

He felt my face and smiled. His fingers were pale and ice cold. He was about a head taller than me, even though I was wearing heels. His fingers slowly traced my vein in my neck.

"Your veins are very visible. I like that. Easier to bite."

"What?"

The pain was just horrible. Imagine every bone, muscle, and organ shutting down slowly. Loosing everything that it was meant to do. I never thought dying would be so painful. I could hear a snicker in the back round when I wasn't screaming for the pain.

"You son of bitch! I can't believe you!" I screamed without thinking. If my parents were alive I would feel the belt, not just a little but whipped. I was going into the fetal position holding my body trying to slow down what ever was happening to me.

"Feel the pain. It hurts doesn't it? But what you become is new, refreshing, and beautiful. And last of all immortal." James whispered into my ear. Then the blood-splattered room went black.