Man it is so dang cold today! Sorry I just had to say that. Summer has been full of really hot days and then wham it's cold. I really can't see how people live in areas were it snows all the time. I can't stand the cold...Anyways, sorry for my rambling but here is another chapter. Yes, it may seem obvious what happens but what do you expect? This is the destiny these two have I just started it differently. Enjoy!
The next couple of weeks were spent either, getting candy, sitting at the jungle gym, or hanging out in the underground room. The room started to become slightly remodeled the longer we stayed there and we began to refer to it as our room instead. The dust was cleared out due to routine cleaning and most of the old nonworking junk was thrown out and replaced with working versions. It was slowly reflecting our interests. It was Friday night when I had to decline Owen's offer to go to our room. I had to go major grocery shopping if I didn't want to live off pizza again. He was sad but understood so he met me outside to see me off.
"Why can't your dad go so we can hang out?" he suggested. I shook my head.
"He's already too far gone. I have to do it," I replied. He sighed and nodded.
"Ok, well how about I go with you?" he offered. I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off.
"Owen, I want you inside tonight! No exceptions!" Owen's mom yelled down to him. Owen huffed angrily.
"Ok mom!" he yelled back. He looked at me sadly and I reflected his emotion.
"Don't worry, I'll be out and back quick. It's just down the street," I replied, trying to cheer him up.
"Yeah, but be careful," he answered reluctantly. I smiled in appreciation before pecking him on the lips and giving him a hug. When I pulled away he was red again. He grinned and gripped my hand before reluctantly letting it go. We turned and went our separate ways. It didn't take long to get to the store. I bought what I needed and left, barely holding on to the bags. I mentally berated myself for getting so much but it would help in the long run.
I was halfway home and looking forward to dropping this load off when a strange sound came from my right. I looked around and only saw trees. There was no one around. I continued walking, feeling a little on edge. I unconsciously sped up my pace and was immediately thrown to the ground. My groceries flew from my already struggling grip and went everywhere. I cursed but was silenced by a menacing growl.
"Is that a dog?" I wondered as I climbed to my feet unsteadily. My hand stung and I looked down at it. I had scraped my hand when I fell. I flexed it and looked around. A small kid was crouched not too far away. Long, black, dirty hair hung over the kid's face. The small, ill looking body was bent over in a way that reminded me of an animal.
"Hey, are you ok; where you hungry?" I asked quietly. That growl came back and I shuddered, realizing it came from the kid. I took an uncertain step back. Haunting light gray eyes looked up and glared at me. Sharp, jagged, teeth glinted from the mouth. I gasped and was ready to run but the kid leaped at me. I fell to the hard cement ground. The kid held me down with incredible strength before I felt the worst pain in my life. My shoulder felt like it was being torn off. I cried out and tried to get away but I couldn't. I felt the blood run down and drip onto the pavement. I heard the kid chewing into me before I passed out from the acute pain and blood loss.
The world slowly came back into focus long enough for me to figure out I wasn't dead. When the memories of the attack came back to me I slipped into panic mode and frantically searched my surroundings. The demon kid was gone. I hesitantly felt my shoulder but there was no gory sign of an attack. There was the blood though; a lot of it. It stuck my clothes to my skin and stray drops littered the pavement around me. The groceries were still where I dropped them. I was having a hard time figuring out what exactly happened when a sharp pain struck me. I held my stomach and winced. I knew I had to get home but it was hard to get up. My whole body ached when I tried to stand but after a few attempts I managed.
"Get home first, ask questions later," I grunted out. I took a step and stumbled. The pain in my stomach hit me again before fading away. I pushed myself into a jog. I made it back to the complex and slowed down. I was reluctant to let my father see me in this condition but I was caught anyway when I opened the door. He stood in front of me with a heavy scowl.
"You are such a pain in the ass sometimes. You probably didn't even go to the store did you? You can come in, but only because I have to let you," he slurred with a sneer. He teetered off balance when he backed up to let me in. I held back a retort and entered. He went to sit in front of the TV. I hoped he didn't have more to say but he started up again on my way to the bathroom.
"What the hell happened to you? Did you get mugged or something? Or was it that no good boy you keep seeing?" he asked in a slurred speech. I ignored him and kept walking.
"Hey I'm talking to you young lady. Did he try anything? Because if he did I have a right to beat him," he continued. Anger began to rise in me, far too fast than I have felt before. I briefly wondered why I was getting so angry before my father rose to confront me.
"If he did anything and you end up a teenage mother like your own mother I won't be around to help. I'll leave you to struggle alone just like your no-good grandfather did to her," he taunted.
"Shut up!" I growled angrily. His expression froze in horror and he tripped over the small side desk in his haste to back away. The lamp fell and shattered but the bulb didn't go out. The light it cast was dim and shadowy but I could still see perfectly.
"Don't talk that way about mother! She was ten times better than you will ever be!" I roared, baring my teeth subconsciously. I began stalking towards him as I screamed, an inner voice begging me to silence the man before me. He cowered on the sofa by the time I reached him.
"N-n-no, please, I didn't mean it. Honest I didn't," he pleaded, instantly sober from fear. His words did not reach me. The strange force pushing me forward wouldn't go unanswered. I felt a low, dangerous growl rumble through my body when I reached out and grasped the collar of his shirt in my fists. I briefly wondered what in the world happened to me before I yanked him closer and bit deeply into his neck. He cried out pitifully and I silenced him with the crushing force of my jaws. I heard bone crack under the pressure before his body went limp. I stayed latched to his neck, taking my fill of his blood. When I was done, I let his body drop heavily to the floor. His head fell to the side in an unnatural way. I must have broken his neck, I thought with a shudder. The force that drove me was gone and all that was left was myself.
"What have I done? What's happening to me?" I gasped out as I looked down at my blood stained hands. Tears built up and I let them fall. I backed away to seek out the closet I used when I felt too emotionally wrecked to face the world. I slammed the door shut, fell to the floor, and cried for a long time. I thought back on the intense pleasure I felt while I killed him. Why did I feel that way? What was I? I stopped crying some time later. I was beginning to feel really tired now. I climbed to my feet and opened the door. A stray light beam from a crack in the curtains made me jump back. It burned me! I closed the door and slid to the floor again.
"Am I some kind of monster?" I wondered to myself. I thought back to that thing that looked like a kid that attacked me. I must have been bitten by a vampire. It was the only excuse for all that's happened.
"That would sound so stupid if I hadn't just killed my own father," I moaned out in remorse. I hated the man but killing him was too much. I let a fresh wave of tears cascade down my face. I cried until I was all cried out. Then I found myself slowly leaning heavily against the wall of the closet. My body turned to dead weight and strong sleepiness began to take hold. It was nothing like going to sleep before. It felt like it was something I just had to do. It was hardwired into my system. I sighed sadly and let my eyes close. Nothing but darkness and a deep sleep awaited me.