Hello lovelies!
New chapter is up, hope you enjoy it. In this chapter, we occasionally view the story in present tense.
That night I had the strangest dream. I was back in Trenton, New Jersey, in my old house. More specifically, I was standing in my room. It was dark and chilly, as if the place had been abandoned for centuries. Outside, a creepy malnourished tree stretched its claws towards the window and continuously tapped against it, as if wanting to be let in. Of course it didn't want to be let in; it's a bloody tree not a Jehovah's Witness. Then a raven appeared in the window. It laughed and suddenly turned into a man. A tall man with black hair and a cool hat watched me intensely. Every inch of me wanted to open the window and let the man in, but something stopped me...wait...JUSTIN BIEBER?
"And I was like, baby, baby, baby, ohhh..."
Thank God for that stupid alarm I set.
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9:20 am. I am such a twat. Clearly remembering every word my father said last night, I completely forgot that it was Monday. Monday equals traffic you imbecile. Firstly, I had to wait for like 30 minutes for the bus. But even when the bus finally decided to crawl towards the stop I was waiting by, to my ultimate horror I saw that it was packed with plebs. Somehow managing to squeeze myself into it, I inhaled fresh air for one last time before the door closed, then tried to buy a child ticket instead of an adult one.
"Do you have an ID to prove that you are less than 16 years of age? If not, buy an adult single." The driver repeated the same phrase for the fifth time. Alright, I'll buy an adult single. What a stupid driver.
For the next 45 minutes I was being squashed by a very fat chick with funny rollers in her hair and her gigantic baby carrying machine. If I was the Prime Minister, I would prohibit looking that trashy in public. Also, I would propose a regime where obese people would be forced to run circles around schools with all the kids laughing at them. Hence why I'm not the Prime Minister, I guess.
I finally decided to look at the big clock on the front entrance of the railway station and realised that I had less than 10 minutes before my train departs. Crap crap crap.
Miraculously, I arrived just in time to let the machine swallow the ticket, green light to appear andfor the train to close the door right after I hopped in. The journey should take about 4/5 hours, now was the time to put some makeup on and fix my hair a bit. Maybe even have a little nap.
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The town where Willson (the aunt I'd be staying with) lived looked dead and melancholic. Dull green trees buried their roots along the pavement. Tall concrete buildings built along the side of the road were like the ancient Gods of peace, cold and silent guardians of what used to be an industrial town. Now it's merely a graveyard for the past. My enthusiasm was gone as soon as I discovered that the town consisted of people way over 60. Yeah, it was definitely a walking graveyard. Basically, a town full of grannies. Even the buildings looked younger than some of the couples walking past me.
"24 Greenfield Road, big red mansion." I read the note my mother gave me. I love you, mother. No post code, no map and for God's sake she didn't even write the name of the town. I've decided to ask for directions.
"Excuse me madam, do you know where Greenfield Road is?" I asked a woman, praying that she could still speak.
Slowly, she turned around and to my horror I realised that it was a man.
"There is a pathway going through the farms" He murmured. "Simply walk around the station and you will see the pathway straight away."
"Thank you very much." I grabbed my suitcase and rolled it in the direction pointed.
Does that mean that auntie doesn't even live in town centre? Mate, I really couldn't be bothered to walk further than2 miles. Couldn't she pick me up or something? Little posh bitch, she thinks that by making me search for her house she will improve my behaviour or something? Ah, I get it: this is my first lesson, aka survival. Well guess what, auntie dear? I will find you. And I punch you in the face.
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I decided to wait till dusk before knocking on the metal fence of auntie's mansion. Bloody hell she was rich, I give her that. Would I knock, or ring the bell? Maybe she even has slaves? It really wasn't that hard to find it considering that it was like, the only decent house in the entire neighbourhood. I had found a nice hiding spot in the nearby forest, about a mile away from the mansion but because of its gigantic sizes I could easily recognize where my new home was. I sat under a willow tree and looked around. As the sun went down, the forest went silent as fuck, as if every creature living in those woods suddenly went mute. The heavy silence began to spook me, but I didn't want to leave just yet. Let's give it 10 more minutes.
A loud cry made me jump up and smack my head against a tree branch, as I tried to walk towards the noise I fell over my suitcase with an even louder cry.
Fantastic!
As I lay there, I could hear the frantic sounds of someone fighting nearby. The sounds were very close. As silently as I could (after making a hell of a noise) I wiggled my way towards the sounds. As I approached the scene, I began to curse my curious nature.
"Please, somebody help! No, please, I haven't done anything! Aghhh!" the woman cried, while a tall slender man leaned down and bit her. He literally bit her. What the actual fuck? People in this part of England were into some weird kinky things, for sure. A part of me wanted to find out whether this was some sort of foreplay or if I just witnessed a sick murder.
I was hiding behind a tall oak tree. My face went pale as I noticed that the dude didn't just bite her. He was drinking her! Quickly, I decided to call 999 but to my surprise, my phone wasn't in my pocket. I must have left it in the suitcase or something. Suddenly, the maniac stopped drinking. After dropping the unconscious body on the grass, he rapidly turned his bloody face towards me and I kid you not, I nearly shat my leggings.
His features were surreal; no living thing could possibly have skin as white as snow, fangs sharp enough to make diamonds seem brittle and eyes the same colour as the blood dripping down its naked torso. No human beings had fangs, period. What the heck was this? I could feel my heart banging in my throat, like my cat when I locked it in a room with my new puppy to let them "become friends". He reminded me of a vampire to be honest, but not a hot one like Damon from The Vampire Diaries.
His mouth went agape. It wasn't a pleasant sight since there was a shit load of blood and his teeth were crooked and fucking mental. Was he afraid of me or something? Well, I certainly was afraid of him, or it. In a fraction of a second he disappeared from my sight, gone as if he never even killed that lady and drank her blood. Something wasn't right there; I walked towards the woman, more like towards what was left of her. She was most certainly dead, unless she could live without breathing and without a pulse, which I wouldn't call living anyway.
"Where is your God now, ay?" I looked at the beautiful sky above me. He's probably somewhere far away from here. Just to be completely sure I bent down and checked her pulse one last time. Yep, she was totally dead. Oh great, now there was blood on my hands...
I couldn't wait to see my aunt's face! I'm extremely late and covered in blood and grass. Suddenly, I felt a cold had grabbing my leg. Jerking like crazy, I ripped the hand away from me and quickly looked down. The woman...was alive? Something was wrong. Her skin was like concrete, cold and hard, her face held a hungry expression. She was dead, I could tell straight away by the look in her eyes. Those empty, dark holes in her face expressed no emotions, had no meaning. They were super dead, and so will I be unless I get the fuck out of this forest.
"Now it's officially time to go meet my aunt" I whispered. Behind me, there was a noise and another hand grabbed me, this time my shoulder.
"I'll have you for dessert, little darling!"
Whoop another cliff-hanger. In order to find out what happens, I'm afraid you'll have to read the next chapter! Love you all, stay positive!
Vlad Fact II: Vlad the Impaler was not a vampire, yet he dipped bread into the blood of his victims and ate it.
