Chapter 2: You Were Born For This
It had been about two weeks since she had Evelyn following her every move and when Angelina came into her yard and began crying and spouting like someone who just got a double dose of adrenaline. It had been quiet around and even when Adam decided to show up, nothing too serious happened and it seemed perfect. For now.
"I can't believe you were ever friends with that little Goth toad, Candice." Monica said ignorantly, fixing her curly brown hair out in a compact mirror that her best friend Beverly was holding up in front of her. Candice didn't respond and focusing on texting her iPhone as they stood by their lockers in the afternoon, not liking the two girls' nasty attitude as it is.
"I mean, she would be so much hotter if she wore more colours. Those corsets don't do much for her figure anyway." Beverly, who was twirling a strand of her rather bright blonde hair in her index, said brightly. Candice stayed quiet and rolled her eyes as the two began giggling amongst each other, even though they were being rude.
"I don't think she looks too bad..." Candice started to say with Monica giving her a mean look before said girl of the current conversation came walking over to them. Evelyn didn't look to pleased but actually looked rather glowy. Aside from her blood red lipstick her eyelashes were pumped with black mascara and she had a highlight to her cheeks.
"Hey, Halloween was last year babe." Beverly joked meanly, smirking when Monica began laughing. All Evelyn did was stare the two girls down and when they both stopped laughing and fear crossed Monica's eyes, she turned towards Candice with an expecting look. While people thought Evelyn looked weird for having on mid thigh length flowy black skirt and long sleeved black blouse, she thought Candice looked different, like she was trying to fit in with her new 'friends'.
The white fleece sweater she wore with one shoulder lagging off and her pair of denim jeans looked nothing like the old Candice. What happened to the cargo shorts wearing, hair ribbon wearing, and comic book reading Candice? Sure that was when they were in grade school but she looked so much different now - like one of them, referring to Monica and Beverly. The both of them had on the regular short shorts and titty popping crop tops. How unattractive.
"Brewster, can I speak to you alone?" Evelyn said while sneering at Monica, who seemed a little intimidated by the dark yet glamourous goth. Candice was about to reply before Beverly stepped closer and sneered, "She doesn't want to talk to you, so why don't you head back to those whorish vampire bars, Evelyn Evil?"
Evelyn only smirked but once she took a step closer to Beverly in her black boots, she took three back and tried to stand behind Monica's open locker. "She's so fucking weird, Mon." She whispered, glaring daggers at the goth. Candice stepped forward then, "I'll just be a minute guys." As she stepped away from the two snobby girls, they both huffed out.
The two were finally alone. "What is it, Evie?" Candice said rather tiredly. Evelyn flashed her a rather cold look before she adjusted her lace up short boots.
"Angelina's gone missing." As soon as those ridiculous words left her mouth, Candice was tempted to turn away. "What are you talking about?" Evelyn could tell she was annoyed but this wasn't the time to argue.
"She's gone missing, Candice. I haven't heard from her in a week and her parents have told me that she's been gone for two. Now if you don't think it's a coincidence that she was last seen at your house, then you've lost finally lost your head." Candice sighed and rubbed her temples slowly. This was starting to get on her last nerves and she was sure her nerves had been busted for at least a year now.
"And you think I had something to do with that?" The look of confusion was evident in Evelyn's eyes before she shook her head, a few black loose waves dangling in her eyes, trying to understand her friend's new and completely rude attitude.
"I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about your new next door neighbor - the one that has all that construction going on. Jerry, I think that's what his name is." Evelyn hissed. Candice finally had it and ran her hands through her long, wavy hair. She was already so stressed from school and from everything else.
"Look Evil, if the next thing you're going to tell me is that you think he's a serial rapist or something crazy from those Peter Vincent shows then I'm going to cut you off from my life and it'll be like I never existed!" She shouted, not meaning to be so harsh but Evelyn was pushing and pushing her to her last shred of decency. She wasn't naturally mean in her nature but fuck it all, it was time to start.
However, the hurt in Evelyn's shimmering eyes was enough to make Candice re-think everything she had just said. Another sigh came from her glossed, full lips, "Look Evie..."
"No, no, you've clearly made your point. Angie, one of our best friends, is missing and all you care about is yourself. I get the hint now but don't you dare come crawling back to me when that neighbor of yours, who's also a vampire, manages to sink his poisonous claws in your throat before they do." And with that final warning of menace, Evelyn stalked away, not realizing that she had dropped her sketchbook as well.
"Shit..." Candice muttered to herself and bent down to pick up the tattered book. It was the same one that Evelyn carried since freshman year and it had glittery skull stickers and a Nightwish logo glued to it. Sticking the book in her bag and thinking about returning it later, Candice decided to give Monica a quick text that she couldn't make it to the Yogurt shop down on the strip before quickly heading home.
Trying to stop the pelts of tears from ruining her mascara, Evelyn headed home as quickly as she could. That damn Candice... She sniffled, not able to keep more tears from coming as she rounded a dark corner. It had gotten dark outside since Evelyn didn't stop home and decided on hanging out at the park after hours while having a few clothed cigarettes. It was already dark outside and despite her nature, she didn't know how she felt about being alone.
"How could she do this to me?" Evelyn said lamely, not believing she was getting this worked up. But Candice had been one of her best friends and when senior year started, she become so much like the Kardashian whores that she was unrecognizable. Trying to get herself under control, Evelyn was about ten feet from the safety of her house from the alley she was in before she bumped into something that felt like a solid brick wall.
She let out a gasp of shock and fell backwards onto her firm rear. "Fuck, that hurt!" She said in pain, using one hand to rub her aching backside before she glanced up in horror at who - or rather what had been looming over her. Feeling her voice suddenly leave her, she stayed where she was, feeling for her safety.
Jerry Dandridge, who just happened to be a certain girl's new neighbor, glared down in disappointment at the young girl below him. "Isn't it a little late for you to be out alone and... in the dark?" Evelyn trembled at the menacing tone before she quickly got back to her feet, frantically reaching into her bra for something.
"What have you got there?" Jerry said in a taunting voice, taking slow deliberate steps toward the goth girl. He took this time to rake his eyes over her figure slowly, taking in her dark but sexy look. There's nothing he liked better than silk. And it looked much better drenched in rich blood. She continued to back up until she managed to pull out a cross, which looked like it was made out of titanium nails.
"Back the fuck up, you demon!" Evelyn said with newfound bravery, holding the cross up in front of her even though she was trembling violently. Jerry only chuckled, not intimidated in the least by such a small object. He could tell just by her scent that she was frightened and didn't know if she actually wanted to use that cross or not. Her eyes were already watery from something that upset her beforehand but it only enhanced his hunger for her.
"You spawn from hell, don't come any closer or I'll burn your eyes out."
"Ooh, such brave talk for someone who truly doesn't believe in hell. Is that why you dress the way you do, Evil?" Jerry advanced on her then but Evelyn quickly ducked and made a run for her back fence. Failing when the vampire managed to catch up to her, she once again turned and ran down the dark alley as fast as she could. He chuckled and simply walked after her, licking his lips as her skirt flowed around revealing the smooth skin of her legs.
Her boots made her feet ache badly but she knew if she stopped, she would dead and her shoes wouldn't matter anymore. She kept looking back and every time she saw Jerry following her she tried to pick up her pace. It wasn't long before she reached another backyard with an open, rusted gate. She looked around and when she spotted the backings of a church, she raced for it only to be yanked backwards by the scruff of her top.
"Let go of me, asshole!" Evelyn kicked and screamed, pulling off a weak effort as the much stronger male dragged her back towards what seemed like a dark tool shed. Jerry rolled his eyes at her swearing at him like a sailor before he uncaringly tossed her into the shed. Evelyn let out a cry as she was thrown the floor, screaming again as something sharp pierced through her upper thigh.
Looking down she spotted a large glass shard wedged through the fabric of her skirt, no doubt having pierced the skin and making her bleed. Jerry haulted in the doorway as the strong, fresh stench of blood pierced his nostrils. Closing his eyes and taking in the enthralling scent, he walked in and locked the rusted door behind. Evelyn noticed this but was in too much pain to do anything about it. The blood was rushing out and she was sure this was when she was going to die.
"You should've minded your own business, Evie-doll. With such a sweet smell and delicious legs, I couldn't imagine why you'd do something like this to me when we could've hit it off." Jerry said in a dark tone, eyes piercing down at her as he inched closer. Evelyn could feel her heart beating against her rib cage as she fought with her pain to try and make it to the door. All she could do was crawl however and Jerry ticked before pressing a boot down on her injured and bleeding thigh.
Crying out in anguish, Evelyn scrambled around until the pressure was removed and more blood began seeping through her skirt. "Look at you, such a dark and scary person and yet the smallest ounce of pain makes you cry. I can see why you're sweet little friend wants nothing to do with you anymore." That alone made more tears drip and fall from Evelyn's eyes.
"And let's talk about Angelina, such a ride I had with her. The little virgin that she was, fought me off as hard as she could before I broke into her delicious skin and made her mine. You could be the same too Evelyn, think about it. Me and you, writing on this dirty floor as I make you scream." Evelyn shook her head violently, gasping sharply at the major pain stinging in her thigh.
"I knew you killed her! How could you do that!?" She cried again, looking up finally to meet his eyes not before he grabbed a fistful of her luscious black hair. Yelping as she was brought up until she was resting painfully on both knees, Evelyn sobbed as he leaned downwards and took in the scent of her open neck. Shuddering at the exotic smell, Jerry gripped her hair tighter before he pressed a boot to her chest and kicked her back to the dirty floor.
Evelyn coughed harshly, tears pouring down her porcelain face. "You're a fucking murderer! And a rapist, you monster! Is that what you're going to do to me?" She questioned in between sharp gasps, the anxiety and fear building up at what's going to happen to her. Jerry smirked and leaned down to her fallen body. Winding his clawed hand in her hair, he made sure she was flat on her back before he leaned down onto her feverish body. He leaned inwards and ran his nose up the smooth portion of her neck, taking in the innocent yet deadly scent of her.
"Nothing like a brooding, outcast virgin to make me full. Have you ever been fucked, Evie? Tell me that you haven't so I can drown myself in your blood." Jerry spoke dauntingly, his eyes slowly fading into blackness which made Evelyn shake even more and cry from the force of his hands pinning her shoulders down. Crying and sobbing, she tried pushing him away but all that did was make him tighten his hold on her.
Jerry smelled something else then, like a day or two old wound. He sniffed around before he roughly grabbed her wrist and yanked her closer forward. Evelyn suddenly realized what he could sense this but as she tried desperately to pull her wrist free, Jerry yanked up the black sleeve of her blouse and grinned down at what he found. Six or maybe seven cuts, self-inflicted obviously and probably done with those shaving or pencil sharpening razors. "Hmm." He moaned out leaning in to drag his rough tongue along the cuts, feeling blood enter his mouth as some of them were still closing.
"You did this to yourself... Delicious." Jerry said in a sickly dark tone, not believing this child had sliced her own flesh but it certainly didn't deter his taste. Evelyn shuddered and squeezed her eyes shut at the stinging sensation running through her arm as he continued to run his tongue over her cuts like a man starved. "Please Jerry... stop." Begging didn't get her anywhere as he continued to lathe over the wounds, raking one of his fangs through a particularly deep one. Her shout of pain made him groan lowly.
Using his sharp claws he tore away the layers of her skirt until her black panties were exposed as well as the pulsing cut on her inner thigh. Keeping her pinned, Jerry moaned at the sight of the blood before he lowered himself down and slowly ran his icily cold tongue across the wound, making her shout in pain. He took one sharper finger nail and dug the glass out, almost having an orgasm as more blood spilled out and streaked down her satin skin in ribbons. Fighting off her weak attempts Jerry spread her legs as far as the tendons allowed and ripped her panties apart so he could lean in and take a deep breath of what she smelled like sexually.
"Please... don't do this..." Her sorrow sobs and pleads went on deaf ears. Evelyn continued to shake and cry, tears pouring down her face before she let out a loud, startled cry when he bit down onto her vagina with his fangs. The pain was so unbearable that all she could do was shake her fists and clench her thighs. Jerry only dug his fangs in deeper as he became aroused by her gasps and sobs of pure anguish. A smirk formed on his lips when he realized she was getting aroused and that she loathed herself for it. All in a day's work. Pulling back once he had a decent fill of her blood, he looked towards her thigh wound and punctured it with his fangs.
Evelyn couldn't even cry anymore due to her voice fading out on her. She clawed at anything around her to get some leverage but it was no use. She was meeting her death and nothing she did could stop this. When she thought Jerry was going to take all of her blood he pulled back and moaned loudly, not believing how amazing her blood tasted. His lips were glazed over in the metallic fluid and his chin was stained with it. He looked down at his handy work before he scooted up her tight body.
"I'm going to give you something, Evelyn. It's going to change your view on life and trust me when I say this, you were born for this." Evelyn shook her head, eyes still closed as he yanked her head to side and roughly sank his already bloody fangs deep into the soft skin of her neck. He moaned and relished in the hot blood filling his mouth and as the life soon began to drain from her body. Evelyn could feel herself getting lightheaded and soon everything around her blacked out.