Truth
"Truth," I said with a clam face. Everyone turned their faces into mine, even Gary, who was busy laughing with his friend, all of them bore their eyes into my gold ones. It was weird since even the bartender guy looked tense and Michael looked redder than usual.
"Okay," Lea was all giggly and excited and stuff, grasping a paper that held five questions for each of the person in here right now, which she made just for her party to be alive. She scanned through the page, smiling, when her eyes widened to a question in my section.
"Who would be the guy, here in this room, would you like to be locked up in the closet?" then she looked me in the eyes, half of her face was still hidden behind the paper. She was raising one of her eyebrows, looking all suspicious while grinning. I looked at her back, pretending to be tensed, just like any other teenage girls would do when playing this game.
Of course, here in this room, Michael was the closest boy friend I got, all of them was dumb jocks I'd never hit on. That's why I said Michael, because he's a nice friend. Just what I've been expecting, lea squealed and ran in circles while swaying her arms in the air. The others laughed too, but the other guys were groaning since I think they've bet themselves for me choosing them.
Michael was very red, like a tomato. He turned his back on me to the bartender guy, who returned to back to his torpor. I was showing no particular emotion while the others teased and danced around me. All I could think about was hunting.
"I knew it! Oh my gawd!" she ran towards Michael and slapped his back. I even heard Michael grunt. "Hey Mike, Mike! Hallo?! Bella chose you! Stand up, c'mon! c'mon!" and she pulled him towards me. Michael, of course I could tell, looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment. I chuckled when he looked at me, ready to vomit, and mouthed, "I'm sorry,"
Lea pushed us both towards their closet, which was filled with clothes and bags, and smelled of pine and salt… and well, Michael's blood. I leaned on the opposite wall from him, and slid down until my bottom hit the floor. He was still leaning on the wall the opposite of mine, looking pained.
"I'm sorry," I finally said. He sighed and sat down too. "S'okay. Knew you were going to pick me in the first place. I know you don't want to stay with some jock you didn't know." He smiled, I smiled back, showing all my perfect white teeth.
"It's going to be fine, really. We just need to stay in here for seven minutes, and then it's done." I said calmly. The scent of his blood now filled the room. I could sense my eyes scraping from gold to black. My lungs felt tight and venom filled my mouth. I looked at my watch: 8:35, two more minutes.
"Yeah, I know. It disturbs me that all of them might be listening, " and he pointed at the door
"Well, you never know," my voice felt tight, struggling, and he seemed to notice it.
"Bella, what—are you okay? You sound…hurt." He leaned towards me, but I stopped him. His scent, so unnatural. Something like the sea, and honey and the smell of roses… so mouthwatering. I pushed him back. "No, please. Don't come close." He leaned almost immediately back to the wall, his expression full of concern. "Should we leave? I'll shout."
"No, 1 more minute." Bella said, testing herself, although she was warned that in no time, she'll be sipping the blood out of Michael's body.
They both sat there in silence. Bella wasn't breathing while Michael looked at her every once in a while. A minute seemed more than that. Bella counted one to 60, but there was no sound. They're supposed to get out now.
Michael got worried to, he slammed the door with his fist and shouted, desperate. "Let us freaking out now! Someone's sick here!"
No answer.
"What're you doing?! Let us out!"
No answer.
Bella had to stop him, his breath sprayed the room with the scent of strawberries, she cant stand being near him anymore. She gave up her identity and stood up.
"Get back," she warned, her eyes vicious as she looked at Michael. Michael looked surprised and scared as he looked at the deathly black eyes of Bella. He wondered why it turned black when just a while ago, her eyes were beautifully poured liquid gold and now was like the night. New moon.
Bella faced the door and broke it with just one hand. It felt like a feather doing that. She took one last glance at Michael, and muttered, "Keep this a secret. I'll tell all of this tomorrow." And she strutted to the window, opened it, and sprang like a panther.
Michael stood there, dumbstruck. Feeling a little mental.
