Let's Start a Riot
No Owning .
Hours past sun set, a time that now belongs to me, and I am laying on my bed with my bedroom door and windows nailed shut. Great. My parents weren't exactly taking to me being a vampire. And I was getting more and more thirsty. I wonder who I could bite. All I can hear in my ears is "Let's Start a Riot, Let's start a riot!" Gotta love Three Days Grace. The more thirsty I become the more I squirmed. I needed out of my room. Night time had always been my time, and now it was rightfully so! I jumped up and ran towards my door at full speed, I slammed hard against the wood and landed against my back. This sucks. I let my arms lay against my sides. I can heard someone coming up to the front door. It opens. Dad stands up from his seat. It's like I'm there even though I'm not. I closed my eyes, I had been cooped up in my room for almost a week now. I couldn't stand it.
"What are you doing here!" My dad barked angrily.
"Mr. Madison... I know you are probably furious with me... but Raven needs to feed." It was a voice I had never heard, at least not that I could remember.
"No she does not." My father growled, his voice was full of hate.
"If she doesn't feed she'll die! Could you really live with your daughters death being on your hands?" Asked the voice, the person seemed just as furious as my dad was.
"That ... that... that thing is not my daughter! My daughter is dead!" He screamed, Nerd Boy let out a gasp and I let out a wince. That really hurts.
"So you'll just let her die?" I asked the man with a calm firey anger.
"The dead cannot die." My father whispered. That was really harsh, I'm assuming the other guy is the man who bit me. They were planning to kill me. Dammit, I just got the life I wanted and now I was going to die of starvation. What a way to go. The other person let out a growl before turning out the door and slamming the door behind him as he went. I closed my eyes, for what I expected was most likely the final time. My parents... were letting me die. I wonder if my parents old hippie selves would've done this. Probably not... then again no one wants to have their daughter turning into a vampire. I squeezed my eyes, surprised that tears were crawling their way out of my eyes. I was so thirsty... and the entire world was rushing. The creeping crawling darkness that settled over me, wasn't a surprise at all. It was strange, even in death I could hear everything, smell everything. My mom crying downstairs in the kitchen as she cooked, my father, bent over with tears streaming down his cheeks as he changed the channels from sports center, to the news, to a movie channel. Nerd...Billy Boy... sitting in his room crying up against the wall. It was like I could feel everything going on. The swish of cold air, the sound of metal against wood... wait... metal against wood? Why would I be hearing that? The drop of something iron and heavy. Great looks like starvation wouldn't be the cause of my death. I kept my eyes shut, so the person would think I was dead, and hopefully leave me alone. The person bent down and moved their arms under my body before pulling me up against his chest. Then it was cold again. I could feel him carrying me away. Who was this person, and why was he helping me? I could hear the creak of a gate, a wrought iron gate. One sealed with time. The only gate like that was the one on Benson Hill... this person was bringing me to the mansion? Were they going to kill me in my most favorite house? What a way to die. If I had to go I'd wanna go somewhere more interesting then my room. The old door opened and I was placed on the floor.
"Jameson... bring me a knife..." A whisper sounded. A knife? Why didn't he just get a stake, that would ensure my death, unless the knife was silver. I heard footsteps above my head, the person grasp the knife. Whoever Jameson was he didn't seem to object to what was happening. I braced myself for the sharp stab of pain, but was met with a sting to my nose. The most rich smell, my mouth salivated.
"Are you sure that will help? I could have a drink ready in minutes." A voice, probably Jameson, said.
"Get two ready while I do this, we'll both be thirsty." As he, whoever he was, said that I felt a light pressure on my lips. My mouth opened and a rush of metallic tasting liquid entered my mouth. I was suddenly in the moment of True Blood were Sookie is laying all bloodied up and Bill is forcing her to drink... except a little in reverse. Or was it? I drank slowly, I could feel the liquid travel down my chin, but I didn't care. I was lost in whoever this person was. My gums ached with a soreness I hadn't felt in years. The person winced and pulled away. I wanted to call out but I was tilted up, a cup placed firmly against my lips. I drank, it tasted different, but I didn't mind. It tasted good. It was blood. I was drinking a cup of blood. Why did that seem so familiar. My brain bashed against my skull.
"Let's start a riot! Let's start a riot!" Why was that song still stuck in my head?