"But there could be, like, weirdoes or freaky people out here."
"Alright, then, you can just go back to the house and wait for us."
That sounded like the best thing she'd heard all night, but knowing teenagers, or at least teenage girls, going back would give her the title chicken for the rest of her life. She breathed out with a sigh and continued walking with them. Why did I ever agree to this, she thought while they crossed the street to the vacant field.
It was New Year's Eve, the only holiday other than St. Patrick's Day where you drank till you passed out. She had spent the night at her friend's house because her mother and father had to go and make an appearance at the Mayor's ball, she refused to go, which didn't matter all that much because they had no intention on taking her to begin with. That was pretty much how it always was with them.
So there she was, a mile away from her friend's house, in the middle of a vacant lot trying to look for fireworks at 12:03 that New Year's night with Monica, Sandy, and Darlene. She didn't have a jacket on and the frozen Massachusetts' air was blowing hard, with sand whipping around them. The night was dark, and blank, no fireworks in sight.
"You know, I don't think that anyone in Boston would buy fireworks, or do so much as light them. They're illegal…" she looked up and saw that the three girls weren't amused. "Or, maybe I'm wrong…"
"Hey I think I just saw one over there," Sandy pointed up to the right side of the black sky.
"I always thought that fireworks made a noise when they exploded," Darlene spoke up stating the obvious, that there really weren't any that night. Sandy shook her head and walked closer to the back of the club. That close up, you could hear the music pumping and vibrating the ground, she didn't even want to think of what it must feel inside.
"Look, maybe-"
"Chicks!"
She looked up from the ground and saw about three guys standing by the back of the club surrounded by a thick cloud of smoke. They were dressed trashy, and didn't look like they had had a shower in a long time. They looked around late 20's or even early 30's and definitely drunk or maybe worse. She was terrified.
"Come on," Sandy moved toward her and grabbed her hand. "Let's get going."
The four girls walked away, hoping that the guys would get the idea that they didn't want any trouble. That solution failed when the three men started to follow them. No girl wanted to turn around to make sure, but they could hear the footsteps behind them and knew it was the men.
Half way there Sandy stopped. She didn't want the creepy men to know where she lived, so she paused and tried to come up with a plan to get rid of them.
"Ladies? Why have we stopped?" one of the men had spoken. He walked toward the back of Monica, and put his arm around her waist. Monica screamed, loud. The man put his hand over her mouth and tried to spin her around. Monica grew up with a feminist mother who told her everyday that woman weren't inferior to men, that she was just as strong as them, so she bit one of the man's fingers that held her mouth shut.
The man cursed and let her go. "Monica, come on! Hurry!" Sandy and Darlene grabbed her arms and ran with her trying to get away as fast as they could, she ran behind them, trying to keep up.
"Come back here, you…" the men started to follow the four girls, running after them almost too fast. She knew that following her friends would be suicide that the men would surely caught up with her. Her brain came into play and she took a quick turn down a lonely, dark alley. Her friends didn't even notice her disappearance.
She ran and ran, water splashing her jeans. I should have never worn these boots, she kept repeating to herself. She couldn't pick up her feet, they were so heavy in those stupid boots that she had bought because of the designer label. Tears streaming down her face, not knowing where she was going or when she was planning to stop, she didn't look forward and collided right into a man. She brought the two of them falling to the wet ground, she was on top of him, her hair ratted and falling over her face.
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Aubrey was on an emotional high. He never let himself get this way for the reason that every time he was like that he did something stupid. On New Year's Eve Risika said that "Tora was going to play with someone's heart". Of course, Risika never spoke riddles so he should have known that she was not kidding. Tora was the tiger he killed, to be more accurate, Risika's tiger. He had killed it to make a point, killed the one living thing she had that was most precious to her. So the answer to the riddle was simple, Risika was going to kill something precious to Aubrey.
Only, he didn't figure that out until he walked into his apartment and found Jessica, his first real love, laying dead on the floor. He held her body in his arms and tried to kiss her, smelling Risika's aura all over her. On Jessica's computer, Risika typed: Love hurts. He threw the computer to the floor, the glass shattering, and the plastic breaking in large pieces.
He grabbed his coat and disappeared to anywhere, just to get away from his life. He hadn't walked not a few steps, when a girl came from the other side of the alley and crashed into him, bringing them both to the ground. He was so caught off guard, that he didn't sense her aura there, or her coming, so he fell. During the fall, he had seen her ankle twist over a pipe sticking out of the brick wall and crack. She lay on top of him, one leg on either side of him, her hair veiling her face, and shaking.
He needed to take advantage of something, to show the world that he was still the all-powerful Aubrey. He put his hands up to her arms and flung her down, so that he was now on top of her. Her blonde hair was away from her face, and as he looked her over, he couldn't help but see Risika look back. A hand went to the back of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her smooth white neck. His canine teeth extended out, and he shot them to her neck.
Yes, he could have whispered one word and she wouldn't move under him or fight back, but he was angry, jealous, and drunk with the feeling of needing to over power, so as he bit her neck, and sucked her blood, he got off on hearing her screaming for her life. Her own red blood, in her hair and covering the right side of her neck, she lay there looking up at Aubrey with her light blue eyes. She was vulnerable, but could no longer speak she was so weak. Aubrey drained her, her blood flowing threw his veins slowly making him powerful again.
He started to get up, but suddenly couldn't walk away. Her eyes looked so much like Risika's before she died. He remembered the time he first saw Risika, how he couldn't move, could do nothing but stare at her. She looked so innocent to him, and yet her dark aura turned him on wildly. Ather hated the way he looked at Risika, she became jealous beyond reason and one day while walking through the village, she mentally pushed Risika's little sister into a fire. That night he remembered Ather's tone when he suggested that he change Risika into a vampire. Ather had gone mad and stormed to Risika's house, wanting to kill the human and release Aubrey from his obsession, but when they got there, Risika's older brother, the one who saved the little sister from death in the fire, came out to protect his family. Standing quietly in the distance watching as Risika came from the house, fully dressed and listening to the argument between her brother and Ather, Aubrey was going mad.
He stood up from the stupid blonde laying there in the alley, and turned around. That night in 1700, Aubrey was told to kill Risika's brother, but he couldn't. Something that he couldn't explain stopped him from doing it, he stabbed the boy, then whispered mentally to him about a woman who could help him, and to never see Risika ever again. Ather striked him mentally, and told him to watch as she made Risika into a vampire. He screamed at the top of his lungs when he was alone, so many times he had wanted to change her, and Ather knew it, so she did it.
He stopped, looked back at the girl, and saw again just how much she looked like Risika. He ripped the shoulder of his shirt and ran a nail down the side of his neck. He lifted the girl up to his wound, she was so out of it that she couldn't refuse and drank the liquid offered. Aubrey held her back up and her head forward as she let the blood drip in her mouth. Soon though, she started sucking the blood rapidly wanting it all. Minutes later, Aubrey pulled away, and the girl inhaled one last time, then slowly exhaled and went limp.
"Alright, then, you can just go back to the house and wait for us."
That sounded like the best thing she'd heard all night, but knowing teenagers, or at least teenage girls, going back would give her the title chicken for the rest of her life. She breathed out with a sigh and continued walking with them. Why did I ever agree to this, she thought while they crossed the street to the vacant field.
It was New Year's Eve, the only holiday other than St. Patrick's Day where you drank till you passed out. She had spent the night at her friend's house because her mother and father had to go and make an appearance at the Mayor's ball, she refused to go, which didn't matter all that much because they had no intention on taking her to begin with. That was pretty much how it always was with them.
So there she was, a mile away from her friend's house, in the middle of a vacant lot trying to look for fireworks at 12:03 that New Year's night with Monica, Sandy, and Darlene. She didn't have a jacket on and the frozen Massachusetts' air was blowing hard, with sand whipping around them. The night was dark, and blank, no fireworks in sight.
"You know, I don't think that anyone in Boston would buy fireworks, or do so much as light them. They're illegal…" she looked up and saw that the three girls weren't amused. "Or, maybe I'm wrong…"
"Hey I think I just saw one over there," Sandy pointed up to the right side of the black sky.
"I always thought that fireworks made a noise when they exploded," Darlene spoke up stating the obvious, that there really weren't any that night. Sandy shook her head and walked closer to the back of the club. That close up, you could hear the music pumping and vibrating the ground, she didn't even want to think of what it must feel inside.
"Look, maybe-"
"Chicks!"
She looked up from the ground and saw about three guys standing by the back of the club surrounded by a thick cloud of smoke. They were dressed trashy, and didn't look like they had had a shower in a long time. They looked around late 20's or even early 30's and definitely drunk or maybe worse. She was terrified.
"Come on," Sandy moved toward her and grabbed her hand. "Let's get going."
The four girls walked away, hoping that the guys would get the idea that they didn't want any trouble. That solution failed when the three men started to follow them. No girl wanted to turn around to make sure, but they could hear the footsteps behind them and knew it was the men.
Half way there Sandy stopped. She didn't want the creepy men to know where she lived, so she paused and tried to come up with a plan to get rid of them.
"Ladies? Why have we stopped?" one of the men had spoken. He walked toward the back of Monica, and put his arm around her waist. Monica screamed, loud. The man put his hand over her mouth and tried to spin her around. Monica grew up with a feminist mother who told her everyday that woman weren't inferior to men, that she was just as strong as them, so she bit one of the man's fingers that held her mouth shut.
The man cursed and let her go. "Monica, come on! Hurry!" Sandy and Darlene grabbed her arms and ran with her trying to get away as fast as they could, she ran behind them, trying to keep up.
"Come back here, you…" the men started to follow the four girls, running after them almost too fast. She knew that following her friends would be suicide that the men would surely caught up with her. Her brain came into play and she took a quick turn down a lonely, dark alley. Her friends didn't even notice her disappearance.
She ran and ran, water splashing her jeans. I should have never worn these boots, she kept repeating to herself. She couldn't pick up her feet, they were so heavy in those stupid boots that she had bought because of the designer label. Tears streaming down her face, not knowing where she was going or when she was planning to stop, she didn't look forward and collided right into a man. She brought the two of them falling to the wet ground, she was on top of him, her hair ratted and falling over her face.
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Aubrey was on an emotional high. He never let himself get this way for the reason that every time he was like that he did something stupid. On New Year's Eve Risika said that "Tora was going to play with someone's heart". Of course, Risika never spoke riddles so he should have known that she was not kidding. Tora was the tiger he killed, to be more accurate, Risika's tiger. He had killed it to make a point, killed the one living thing she had that was most precious to her. So the answer to the riddle was simple, Risika was going to kill something precious to Aubrey.
Only, he didn't figure that out until he walked into his apartment and found Jessica, his first real love, laying dead on the floor. He held her body in his arms and tried to kiss her, smelling Risika's aura all over her. On Jessica's computer, Risika typed: Love hurts. He threw the computer to the floor, the glass shattering, and the plastic breaking in large pieces.
He grabbed his coat and disappeared to anywhere, just to get away from his life. He hadn't walked not a few steps, when a girl came from the other side of the alley and crashed into him, bringing them both to the ground. He was so caught off guard, that he didn't sense her aura there, or her coming, so he fell. During the fall, he had seen her ankle twist over a pipe sticking out of the brick wall and crack. She lay on top of him, one leg on either side of him, her hair veiling her face, and shaking.
He needed to take advantage of something, to show the world that he was still the all-powerful Aubrey. He put his hands up to her arms and flung her down, so that he was now on top of her. Her blonde hair was away from her face, and as he looked her over, he couldn't help but see Risika look back. A hand went to the back of her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her smooth white neck. His canine teeth extended out, and he shot them to her neck.
Yes, he could have whispered one word and she wouldn't move under him or fight back, but he was angry, jealous, and drunk with the feeling of needing to over power, so as he bit her neck, and sucked her blood, he got off on hearing her screaming for her life. Her own red blood, in her hair and covering the right side of her neck, she lay there looking up at Aubrey with her light blue eyes. She was vulnerable, but could no longer speak she was so weak. Aubrey drained her, her blood flowing threw his veins slowly making him powerful again.
He started to get up, but suddenly couldn't walk away. Her eyes looked so much like Risika's before she died. He remembered the time he first saw Risika, how he couldn't move, could do nothing but stare at her. She looked so innocent to him, and yet her dark aura turned him on wildly. Ather hated the way he looked at Risika, she became jealous beyond reason and one day while walking through the village, she mentally pushed Risika's little sister into a fire. That night he remembered Ather's tone when he suggested that he change Risika into a vampire. Ather had gone mad and stormed to Risika's house, wanting to kill the human and release Aubrey from his obsession, but when they got there, Risika's older brother, the one who saved the little sister from death in the fire, came out to protect his family. Standing quietly in the distance watching as Risika came from the house, fully dressed and listening to the argument between her brother and Ather, Aubrey was going mad.
He stood up from the stupid blonde laying there in the alley, and turned around. That night in 1700, Aubrey was told to kill Risika's brother, but he couldn't. Something that he couldn't explain stopped him from doing it, he stabbed the boy, then whispered mentally to him about a woman who could help him, and to never see Risika ever again. Ather striked him mentally, and told him to watch as she made Risika into a vampire. He screamed at the top of his lungs when he was alone, so many times he had wanted to change her, and Ather knew it, so she did it.
He stopped, looked back at the girl, and saw again just how much she looked like Risika. He ripped the shoulder of his shirt and ran a nail down the side of his neck. He lifted the girl up to his wound, she was so out of it that she couldn't refuse and drank the liquid offered. Aubrey held her back up and her head forward as she let the blood drip in her mouth. Soon though, she started sucking the blood rapidly wanting it all. Minutes later, Aubrey pulled away, and the girl inhaled one last time, then slowly exhaled and went limp.