Everyone's eyes were red and crusted from lack of sleep. As soon as the majority of the people hit the bus seats, they were out like a light. Not the girl behind me though. She thought it necessary to call her boyfriend... again. On the bus. REALLY loudly. It was also of the utmost importance that the rest of us hear her talk. All day. About everything.
"Oh, my lord! Joshie," she squealed. for to 1 millionth time. I decided that enough was enough. Most of the passenger were either asleep or glued to their phones, so I flashed to the girl, snatched her phone, and crushed it into to dust in milliseconds. She didn't notice at first, but when she did, a riot ensued. "OH MY GOSH WHO TOOK MY PHONE?!" She screeched at a high decibel. All sleeping passengers woke with a start, and the awake ones snapped their heads up in irritation. The girl jumped up from her seat, and frantically dug through the bag of nearby families. "Ma'am, please sit down while the bus is in motion!" The bus driver shouted over the noise. "I WAS TALKING TO MY BOYFRIEND YOU GUYS DON'T UNDERSTAND I LOVE HIM." I've never heard someone speak so high and so loud. I stood up, and faced her head on. "You know, some people are actually trying to fucking go somewhere. It'd be very helpful if you sat the shit down." Her red lips formed a shocked O, and she looked prepared to retaliate. "Sit down!" Someone behind her pulled her bag down, which made her fall. I heard relieved sighs and "Thank God," under many peoples breath.
We arrived in Denver in the morning. i stalked my way off the bus and down the road to the gas station. i missed the taste of my grand mother's pasta . i pulled a coke-a-cola off the shelf and dropped a five in the cashier's hand. "Where's the nearest hotel?" I asked him, finally making eye contact with me. He answered normally. "97th street, the Fields." He handed me my change and i left pocketing the change and starting the walk.
"Room for one." I said, concierge gave me 'the once over' and said, "How many nights?" I held up my index finger and dug to the bottom of my bag for the cash. "Okay miss." He pressed a few keys of the key on the computer and handed me the key. I was about to pull my money out when he said "You pay at check out." I smiled, and took the key from him. I then walked to the elevator and looked at the key. level 9 room 7. I press the silver 9 on the in the elevator and waited as it slowly chugged up. I was far enough that I could risk to stretch my legs. The elevator halted and creaked open. I went in to the bathroom, sucking down the last few drops of the soda. I looked in the mirror. My eyes had changed into this unnatural state between green and red. I looked in the front pocket of my bag, where the blue, brown, and yellow contacts lie. The yellow ones laid over my red eyes dissolve very quickly, but make a nice shade of orange. I splash water on my face, and turn. My shirt inches up slightly as my back touches the cool stone that encases the sink.
After I change into a different pair of jeans and a tank top, I decide it's best to get out of this cramped hotel room. It was starting to get to my head, making me see things. I quickly grab my black bag, and hoist it over my shoulder. I shut the door, and lock it with expertise. Time to see what nomads call fun in this town.
After I exited the hotel, I glanced around the area. A luminous moon hung over the darkened sky, which framed the people outside eerily. In my peripheral vision, I saw a group of teenagers huddled around something. I focused my hypersensitive eyes on them, and saw they were passing around a plastic bag filled with a drug I could smell from here. kids' eyes looked red, and most of them were either laughing their asses off or stumbling across the pavement. I saw an older boy whom was completely sober just passing the stuff around. Taking a deep breath, I made my way over to them. "You have the stuff?" I giggled in a bubbly voice once I reached them. The older boy eyed me suspiciously, and gave me a quick check out. "Yeah, what's it to you?" His voice was deep and scratchy. "I need to talk to you, my cousin Michael wants some," I spoke, praying that he knew someone named Michael. "Okay, alright." He shoved his way past a girl whom was claiming to 'hear colors', and followed me down the street. Once we were out of sight, I grabbed the collar of his shirt. He smelled of axe cologne and weed. "What the hell, man?!" He yelled defiantly as I dragged him to a more private section of the street. "You think it's funny? Messing up those kids like that?" Fury seethed from my voice. "If it pays the bills," the boy said in a smart ass tone. Once we were in a secluded area, I shoved him against the wall of a old abandoned house. I quickly clasped my palm over his mouth, and deliver a quick blow to his stomach. I felt him go limp under me, and he was unconscious in seconds.
"Where am I?" The boy murmured as he shook his head dizzily. We were now within the abandoned house, and I decided to have a little fun. Not sexually, you dirty perverts. I flicked on a bright light overhead, and flashed a creepy smile. i pulled off his hoodie and used the sleeves tie him to the bottom of the rotting bed post. "what are you doing?" he yelled. i crouched in front of him, "Shh.." I say. "But, then again... it's not like anyone." I look him in the eyes." can hear you." I see the sheer terror cross his face. "You are insane!" He says to me. I laughed, stood, and walked to the wall opposite of him and leaned against it."No, not at all. I'm a vampire." I say, letting the full effect of the name take affect. The boy laughs. "You really expect me to believe that,psychopath?" He spat on my shoes. I flash over him, shrink slowly to his level, and whisper "I'm a high functioning sociopath. do your research." I laugh internally. I always wanted to use that quote. and with that last word I took his wrist in my hand and bite. My mother told me that when she stopped growing she developed venom, and that I might when I got done growing. but i had never know since all we hunted was animals. Yet, the pale boy's screams of agony told me that I was more like my mother than my father. I stopped as he started to flail about. I watched him for a moment before switching to the other wrist and finishing him off. I dropped his hand and stalked around him. The lighter that I usually kept in my back pocket felt heavy and important. I walked to the rotting floor board and made a pyre. Staking the wood around him. A flicked the lighter, and I took flame on his drug soiled jacket. I ran out of the house quickly.
Once I was a nice, safe distance from the house, I gagged. That kind of blood tasted funky, probably from the drugs. I flashed a grin, and turned to the other side of the street. Cars driving, people walking, nothing unusual. I walked into a local gas station, and quickly bought another lighter. Just in case. It looked as if I'd only have one victim tonight. Until I saw the girl hunched over a gentleman's car. The girl had wild black hair that was pinned up with a gleaming brown clip. She had a sweet, lovely cherub face, and eyes a strange hue of blue. Yet, her clothing and behavior degraded everything about her. She had a small pink half top on that showed an eyeful of cleavage, and her torso. Her black skirt rode up her thigh, and she was tittering in her pink stilettos. "Hey baby. How'd you like to have a little fun?" She was speaking to a old man, about mid seventies. He looked like he was about to say yes when I stepped over and tapped her shoulder. She whirled around, and flashed me a smile. "Hey baby, anything you need?" "I don't... roll like that. That's not what I'm here for. Second, what's your name?" "Destiny Faith." I nodded, then gestured to the dark alley in between a restaurant and another building. "My friend needs cheering up, and I thought you should help him." I quickly improvised. Destiny smiled, and applied another coat of bubblegum pink lipstick. "I'll take real good care of your friend. Just show me the way!" I led her to the dark alley, and turned to her. "Where's your friend?" Destiny cocked her head to one side. I responded my slamming her against a dumpster behind her, and quickly smashing her head into the corner of the dumpster. I could smell her blood, and didn't hesitate to sink my sharp teeth into her neck. Again, this blood was tainted. Too much Oxytocin levels. Spitting out the blood, I threw her body into the garbage dump, and tossed the lighter in with her. "I'm done with this town." I murmured to myself as the prostitute burned behind me. I then ran to my hotel room, packed my things, and fell asleep. It had been a long day for a serial killer in training.