Control
The white hot sensation ran through my veins as the liquid ran down my throat. I was starting to lose control. Me, the strongest vampire fledgling ever, was going to lose control over a few drops of blood. He knew how vulnerable I was when it came to his blood. The worst part was that he would use it against me. I hated how he could control me so easily. All he was, was my old human boyfriend. When I was Marked two months ago, he wanted nothing to do with me. He told me that he had done research and found vampyres to be interesting and that he wasn't afraid anymore. Now he is far from afraid. Now he and I act like the couple we were before I was Marked. We can only meet once a week when I can make it off the school grounds. The House of Night is like a boarding school for vampyres.
"Heath, I have to go. We can meet next week." I said between heavy breaths.
"You got that right babe. I love you." His words didn't even have a hint of the exhaustion that mine did. He kissed me goodbye and got out of my old vintage Bug. I started the car and pulled out of the Starbucks parking-lot towards the school. I really didn't want to see my friends until I made it to a mirror first. Who knew what I looked like. I drove through the gates and found the parking spot closest to the girls dorm. All I knew was that I looked like a mess. I always did after I met up with Heath.
I ran up to my room and listened to the door to make sure that my room-mate, Stevie-Rae, wasn't in. I didn't hear anything so I opened the door, walked in, and quickly shut it behind me. I walked over to the mirror and stared at the person looking back at me. Her hair was all over the place and she looked confused. It took all the strength i had left to realize that it was my refection. My lips were red from the kisses I had shared, but that couldn't compare to the blood trail that had dried at the corner of my mouth. I stood there dumbfounded while my mind added up what I had done. I broke down crying with my back to the mirror. I was becoming the monster that was told of in folk lore. I let all the pain flow with the tears but it wouldn't go away.
"There is no way I'm going to become a monster. I had friends and I had a conscience. Monsters don;t have those. Do they?" the thoughts ran through my mind, calming me down, "I have too many responsibilities to do. I have a possible boyfriend in Erik Night. Monsters can't have crushes. I can't be a monster. No way."
Knock. Knock. Knock. the sound came to the door and scared me out of my little trance. I didn't have time to turn and look in the mirror, so I licked my hand and wiped my face, praying I got all the blood off.
"Zoey? It's Stevie-Rae. Can I come in?" she asked with the volume of a mouse.
Crap. She heard me crying.