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Chapter Two-All But Human

I felt tears pooling in my eyes as I sat on the bus seat. I was terrified and confused. What I had just witnessed was definitely not natural. Had he been drinking her blood! The part of my mind that was trying to calm me came up with possible explanations. Maybe the girl had died and he was crying and he had bit his lip? There were a few errors with that answer. First of all, he hadn't looked like he had been crying. He looked…not happy…satisfied maybe…?

The bus pulled off at the stop near Terry's apartment. I quickly ran off the bus and stumbled towards the apartment. I was just in time to see Shannon step onto the path. I felt my jaw drop as I noticed her curly reddish brown hair piled on top of her head with a single curl hanging down, sweeping her cheek. She looked so different from me. She had the same tanned skin and dark green eyes, but she had never touched her hair with curlers, crimpers or colours. "Where are you going"? I demanded.

"Hey, what's wrong"? Shannon asked worriedly. I glared. "That's not answering my question", I shot at her. "Remember Auntie Terry's old friend Katherine, and her daughter Candice? I'm going shopping with Candice", she tossed her head irritably. I snorted, and there was a shrill beeping and Shannon took out her phone. She flipped it open and grinned when she saw the id. "Hey Candy", Shannon grinned wider. I rolled my eyes. "So we're going to check out the hotspots for all the cute guys", she gushed.

I felt fresh tears filling my eyes. If only Shannon had any idea! I was horrified at her blindness. Could she really be so damn thick? I stormed away, tears spilling over. Shannon barely noticed. She just chatted on the phone. I stomped back to the apartment, and then I went straight to my room. I slammed the door hard and pulled off my shoes. I let my head fall onto the pillow. What had been going on at that park? It occurred to me that I would have to go back. I couldn't report what I had seen. Who would believe me? I was barely sure I had seen it. Maybe I had been right. Maybe I was insane. I sobbed into my pillow, confused and lonely and afraid.

Shannon informed me the next morning that she was going shopping again. "Jordan, you should come", she whined. I shook my head firmly. I hadn't left my room since I had gotten home, and I wasn't planning on it yet, either. Terry had bought in her dinner the previous evening, but Jordan hadn't touched it. "You should at least eat something. You'll become anorexic", she stated, wrinkling her delicate nose. Quiet, shy Shannon had really come out of her shell since our arrival yesterday. It sure hadn't taken her long. I had a fair idea that if she had seen what I had, she would never come out of her shell again.

It was only half an hour after she left did it occur to me. Shannon had said that she and Candice were going to 'check out hotspots for cute guys'. What if he was there? I could only imagine. What if he had been doing what I think he had been doing? Not that it was likely, but if he had, wouldn't that mean Shannon could be in danger? I'm being stupid. That guy was not drinking the girl's blood. Of course he wasn't. But the careless part of my mind rejected that. Okay then. If you're so sure, go and ask him yourself. I actually considered it. But then, and I'm glad too, my sensible part of my mind kicked in. Oh yeah, sure. Walk up to the random guy. "Hi, just out of curiosity, were you drinking that girl's blood the other day? I couldn't believe I had even considered going to see him again.

Even if I did see him and asked him, and he said yes, he had been drinking her blood? He would be dangerous, and could hurt me. But Shannon was out there! How could I lye around and do nothing while Shannon was out, possibly in trouble. I pulled on a thick cream, woollen jumper that's collar came up around my neck, and changed into my skin-tight super small denim jeans. It was a nice day, and the sun was out. It was such a waste of showing off my tan if I wore these clothes, but I couldn't risk it. Just in case.

I pulled my slick hair back into a ponytail at the nape of my neck. I let a dark purple streak fall forward. Then I quickly raced out of the house. I had discovered I had left my bag and phone behind in my panic to escape. That would be a good enough reason to see if he was there, wouldn't it? But I chickened out when I stepped outside and I turned and fled back to the safety and shelter of my room. And that's where I stayed for the next three days.

(Three days later)

"But you have to come", Shannon insisted. "You could wear this", she held up a super short, halter neck red dress with red heels dangling from her fingers. I pulled a face. "Why do I have to go to the stupid party"? I mumbled. Shannon glared at me and pushed the clothes at me. "Because you've been moping around the apartment ever since we got here. You've been out once, and I know something happened because you came back really upset and you haven't gone out since", she accused.

I shook my head fiercely. "Even if I was upset you didn't seem to act like it was a big deal, so maybe it isn't. You didn't care when I started crying", I spat. Shannon's eyes went wide with hurt. I didn't even care. She hadn't cared when I cried. But then her eyes went hard again. "Just come to the party", she glared. "Fine, but I'm not wearing that", I held her gaze with just as much anger. "Fine", Shannon stomped out of the room to let me change. I got dressed and re-dyed the streaks in my hair so they stood out just as much. I applied some lip gloss and swept blush across my cheeks, but my already thick, long lashes didn't need extra.

I couldn't believe I had given in to my sister so easily. I didn't want to go to the stupid party with her and Candice. Apparently Shannon even had a date. Which would be a first, but not surprising in New York City. The place was practically swarming with desperate men. Not to mention other very different types of men, I thought sourly. I still hadn't worked up the courage to go to the park, or even leave my room. I quickly put some shoes on and raced out of the room. "What's your hurry"? Shannon asked sarcastically. "Sooner we get there, sooner we leave", I snapped quickly. Shannon rolled her emerald eyes and we walked to the bus stop together in silence.

We sat at the bench but I was fed up with buses. "We're taking a taxi", I declared. I stepped onto the street in my boots and waved one over. The guy didn't need anymore encouragement when he saw my sister stand beside me too. He pulled up and threw open the door. "How may I help you ladies"? He grinned. Dark hair fell over his eyes. He was fairly average looking. "Shanny, what's the address"? I asked casually as I slipped into the front seat. She leaned over to the front seat to whisper something in the guy's ear. His eyes lit up. He was only probably nineteen or so, and when Shannon had all her makeup on she looked like she was just as old.

She had left her hair to hang in a scruffy mess, but in a way that looked cool. She flicked her hair and sat back, obviously pleased with herself. I didn't even want to think what she might have said to the guy. When we pulled up at the large mansion, Shannon winked at the guy and handed him a twenty dollar note, but I caught a glimpse of another piece of paper and a phone number on it underneath. "Thanks", she smiled flirtatiously, and we jumped out. "I can't believe you just gave him your phone number", I said incredulously as the cab pulled away. She flicked her hair, irritably, the same way she had the other day. "I didn't. I gave him yours", she rolled her eyes as though it should have been perfectly obvious. I gaped. But Shannon had already started making her way to the door.

I followed quickly, not wanting to stay in the cool night air any longer than necessary. The music was beating loudly in the house, and disco lights of all different colours were flashing. Whoever had hosted the party had gone to extreme lengths. Most people were dancing, and most of the guys were piled onto the couch watching a football match or something. "I wonder where the bathroom is", I whispered to Shannon. I expected her to become all shy and quiet, but she didn't. "That way", she pointed in a different direction, and I noticed that she was watching a few of the guys dancing. I watched, horrified, as she sidled up to one and started flirting. I went in the direction of the bathroom instead of watching further.

The bathroom was in that direction. It just seemed more like a public bathroom at a high school football match rather than one at a party. Girls were packed into it, shoving for their place at the single mirror. Most were applying makeup like lipstick, and I realised there was no way I could go to the bathroom with all of them in there, and I could hardly ask them to leave. "I don't really need to go that bad", I told myself, turning to exit. When I stepped back into the living room, a game had started. Shannon was in for it, too. She stood in the middle of a circle of people who were sitting on the floor.

I noticed for the first time how short her miniskirt was. Just long enough to cover her butt. Her boob tube showed off a lot of her stomach too. I squeezed to find a place in the circle, and watched my sister with fascination and horror. This was worse than the taxi and the guy before. She strutted over to one of the boys sitting on the floor. She picked her feet high off the ground, and shook her hair our everywhere. Not to mention batting her eyelashes. And then, to make matters worse, she gracefully sat herself sideways in his lap and slung one arm around his neck, caressing his cheek with the other. She bought her lips about a centimetre from his and whispered seductively, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Honey I love you, will you give me a smile"? She wiggled her eyebrows. I couldn't make out the guy's face properly in the semi-darkness, but I would guess he was smiling. But then I saw him lean closer so his lips just brushed hers ever so lightly, maybe a millimetre away. "Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile", he said so we could all hear. He had to be very good at this game to turn my sister down, particularly just then.

I suddenly remembered the game. It was a game we used to play at parties in sixth grade. I noticed that Shannon was still in. She glanced around the circle, picking out her next victim no doubt. I saw her make a move towards a boy with blonde hair. The lights dimmed again, so I couldn't see much of what she did, all I know is he smiled. I heard Shannon say "Honey I love you, will you give me a smile"? And I know for a fact that the guy didn't even try. "Okay", I heard him say. Then the next thing I knew a handsome face was in front of me. His face was inches from mine. I couldn't take my eyes away from his. So beautiful…

"Honey, I love you will you give me a smile"? He whispered. It was him! It was the guy from the park! My heart beat faster and my hands started sweating. Before I could do anything, one hand flew to my throat. "I-I have a sore throat, sorry, I'm just going to get something to drink", I said quickly, I quickly left the room, ignoring the shouts of 'cheater' coming from it. I ran to the kitchen searching the cupboards for a glass. I found one and filled it with water. What the hell is he doing here? I screamed silently.

Why did I even care so much? Was I even positive I had seen him drinking her blood? Yes, you are positive. You saw her dead body! I couldn't push aside the image of the girl's lifeless body falling to the ground, and then the sickening crunch at impact. But suddenly as I chugged down the water, he came in the kitchen, which was virtually empty. And then I realised, it wasn't him. Sure, he had blonde hair, but now I realised how stupid I had been. There was no resemblance. "Are you okay"? The guy asked. I smiled slightly and nodded. "I guess I feel a little sick", I explained. It was the truth, at least. Seeing who I thought was him made me feel terrible.

"Well, okay then…", he said hesitantly and turned to go. I turned back around and got another glass of water. "It wasn't him. It wasn't him", I repeated over and over as I went into a different room where the football was on. I decided to go into the backyard instead. Apparently these people owned a very large block of land. I went outside, breathing in the fresh air. "I was probably just dreaming that day", I said aloud. I was almost positive I hadn't seen what I thought I had. So why was the image of the girl so clear in my mind? And then suddenly a hand went over my mouth and someone picked me up into there arms. We were running. I tried to scream but no sound came out. What the hell was going on?