Chapter 2: Found

A/N: The previous chapter was Jughead's POV. This time it's Betty's. Yup! Lol. If you have any questions, ask me

BETTY'S POV

They say that home is where the heart is, but I guess I haven't found my heart yet. Truthfully, I don't feel very much at home. It's always been like this since I woke up one day in an unfamiliar room with unfamiliar people, with nothing much but a name I'm so proud to call mine (Elizabeth or Betty), everything else went missing, but they told me not to worry, that I didn't miss a lot. They said I fell off a cliff and hit my head.

"How deep was the cliff?" was literally the first question that popped out of my mouth.

"Very deep. I almost cheered and screamed hooray, thinking you won't come back to life," a redhead girl replied sarcastically. Actually, she probably meant it. With all her heart. It was Cheryl after all.

I furrowed my brows. Totally lost. Totally unamused. "What does that mean?" I asked. "Aren't I supposed to be dead?"

"I saved you," a redhead guy butt in. He smiled. This was Jason, Cheryl's brother. He looked nicer, sweeter, than the sister. "You're back now. You're back home," he said as he touched the back of my palm, his cold temperature sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm home?"

I was glad to be home. For a moment.

Jason and Cheryl are still with me. I remember them, but part of me feels like I'm missing something. Even my memories of them aren't enough to make me feel at ease or at home. Maybe it's because I've changed, maybe it's because... I'm no longer human.

I'm not human, they say.

I don't have a heart, they say.

They say I'm worse than Cheryl.

I kill everyday to feel better, to keep myself from starving.

I am this, heartless immortal being.

I'm a vampire, we're all vampires in this house, they say.

I'm physically stronger than I was before, they say.

The angel of death, they say.

And sometimes I'm just someone who doesn't care about the rest of the world.

Maybe it's because I'm new to these feelings; the excruciating pain of blood hunger, the urge to kill and eat and survive, the feeling of loss, of missing memories and creating new ones for this new life. It's all so new. It's like a nightmare except I'm awake almost all the time.

Honestly though, I don't remember a lot from my human being days. Just that I was very close to Jason and Cheryl. That I was in love with Jason and Jason loved me back more than anyone in the world. We were a power couple, strong and popular.

Jason still loves me, he keeps on telling me.

There's only one problem though.

I don't feel anything.

Except fear.

I'm scared because my feelings won't go according to the memories I have left. I don't feel what they say I'm supposed to feel. I don't even know how or why I'm supposed to feel at home or in love. I don't know anything except the fact that I need to live. I don't even know why I want to live, what am I waiting for? What am I holding on to? Why does it matter if I live or disappear?

"Have you told Jason about that?" Cheryl once asked when I mentioned my living nightmare to her. We're not really that close. She'd give me killer glares every time Jason and I goes out to hunt. I shook my head in response and she sighed, pulling a bottle of human blood from the fridge and taking a sip before saying, "Well, I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do for you. If you have issues, ask your lover boy."

I stared at her, opened my mouth hesitantly... "Um." I swallowed. "I don't want him to know, Cheryl. You know how crazy he gets-"

"I don't care, lil Betty." She cut me off, fury visible in her brown orbs. "You shouldn't have dated him in the first place." And with that, she finished and walked off, slamming the door behind her. I sighed, feeling unaccomplished. It was almost dawn, and I haven't gotten anything but unanswered questions and feeling lost in this living nightmare.

Then I decided to go out to hunt by myself since Jason wasn't home yet. We usually go out hunting together, but he'd been missing our date nights for days, said he'd been out looking for better places to stay. Maybe it is for the better. Maybe somewhere out there, I'd feel more at home than here.

On my way to the lake, I found a deer. I grabbed it so easily and fed on it. I've gotten used to feeding on them. Deers or rabbits or humans roaming around. I used to feel bad for them but I've gotten used to it. My compassion seemed to have been erased. Jason often has to bury them for me, which is great, at least I don't have to work on them too. Don't wanna waste my energy for some extra work. But Jason loves doing the dirty work for me (which is also why his little sister Cheryl hates me because he only does it for me). "Pathetic sister," I muttered under my breath, with thoughts of Cheryl as I laid the dead deer on the ground, leaving traces of blood on my lips and my hands. "Pathetic friend. Pathetic Betty," I told myself as I stared at my bloody hands, seeing myself and the Blossoms in it.

That's when I realized.

That's right. I'm just like them.

I'm just as pathetic as Cheryl.

Just as manipulative as Jason.

Just as crazy as the rest of the Blossoms.

Just a vampire.

The death of Riverdale.

Before heading back to the mansion, I heard something that immediately caught my attention.

Someone. I heard someone.

Someone... I smell someone.

My heart skipped a beat, somehow electrified by this new sense... probably because I believed it would be another prey, with tastier blood. I flew fast. Faster than I usually do. Eager than usual. And hungrier.

I halted when I heard a voice.

"Archie?"

It was a man's voice.

I moved closer to the tree to see this person whose blood made me jump from my comfort zone. I saw him slumped against the biggest tree, as the moonlight shone toward his sweaty figure. His eyes seemed tired as he tried to kept himself awake.He pushed the phone against his ear and called a name again, "Archie."

His voice all sounded too familiar. So I took a closer peek, dying to see his face, hoping maybe something would make sense for once. Then there it was again. The pounding of my chest went on and on, and it didn't feel quite normal. I remained on the same spot for a moment, hidden in the darkness, watching this boy's features like he was some kind of foreigner. He had a wavy hair with a darker shade of charcoal. I looked closer and noticed his eyes were the mixture of blue and green, with long lashes and a perfect shaped lips. It all seemed so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd seen him before. He couldn't be one of the humans I've already killed, couldn't he?

I stumbled back, shaking my head. This isn't time to stop and stare. I need to do something before he brings in more people. I thought, looking back at him in fear and anger. I have to kill him.

"I fucking cut myself while running," he said on the phone, chuckling as he told the other line about his situation. In fact, he had a bad looking gash on his leg. Also, the blood was tempting. "No, I have no idea. I just kept on running. I thought I saw a wild dog."

A wild dog? Why would there be a wild dog around here?

"I don't know, but it fucking hurts when I try standing. Care to save me? I'm like in the middle of the woods, with a lot of trees but there's this one tree I'm leaning on, it's tall and fat, the one and only, loner tree." He laughed. That laugh though...

Where have I heard that laugh before?

No, don't be distracted, Betty. Focus.

I have to take him down.

"Cool, I'll wait for-"

Now.

In a blink of an eye, I was right before him. I had pushed him back and up against the tree, my nails digging into his neck as he struggled to get away from my grip. I met his fearful and dying gaze, hence I gave him an evil smirk I hoped he'd remember before his death as a warning not to go in the woods for fun (though I hoped he'd be dead and won't need the warning).

And then for a moment, I thought I saw something else glow in those blue green orbs. I thought he was just begging me to free him.

But I heard him choke a word before I dug my fangs against his nape.

I heard him call my name.

"B-Betty?"

And the world stopped.

A/N: Well well... look who she found and who found her and wait whaaaaat did I do. What can you say? Lol.