Chapter 3
My boots made a light squishing sound as I stepped through the wet grass of the cemetery. I knew Rookery didn't like the fact that I was by myself but I had already proven I could protect myself quite well.
I had my stake in my hand, ready to strike. I'd spent hours making sure the tip was sharp enough to slice skin on contact, and I had a few scars to prove it.
The wind was chilled and my breath left small puffs in the air. I could smell death all around me. This was the perfect place for vampire to hide out because of all the hidden catacombs and their scent is untraceable.
I heard a small whoosh sound behind me. I knew the sound anywhere. It was defiantly a vampire. Pretending to be oblivious, I kept walking. I did my best to conceal the fact that I had a stake in my right hand.
I heard another whoosh as something hit the ground. The vampire was officially stalking me. I turned around and came face to face with… a child.
Well, fine he was almost my age, maybe a little older, but he wasn't exactly what I'd expected. His clothes were more modern. He wore a leather jacket with a yellow-and-black vest that made him look somewhat like a bumble bee. His pants were black and had chains hooked to them. His hair consisted of spikes that decorated the top of his head, and the left over hair went past his shoulders.
He smiled wickedly, showing his fangs. I brought my arm up and sliced through the first layer of skin, black blood glistening in the moonlight, before he grabbed my wrist. He bent it back making me drop my stake. I brought my knee up, and it made contact with his stomach. I rolled away, picking up my stake as I did. I got to my feet quickly, but the vampire had me on the ground again quickly.
He snapped at my neck. My arms were burning with the amount of strength I was using to keep him from sinking his teeth into my neck. I managed to knee him in the thigh. Wasn't really where I was aiming but I wasn't about to complain. It had done the trick, and I rolled him over. I sat up and placed the stake above his heart. I pressed down only enough to see the pain in his eyes. Instead I saw surprise.
"You're a Harkness." He breathed. My heart skipped a beat.
I felt my eyes go wide at this. My hands trembled. Was this the vampire that had murdered my family? He had to be. How else would he know who I was?
"How do you know me?" I asked giving more pressure to the stake. I was going to get all the information I could out of him.
"You look just like your mother." He replied not seeming to feel the stake. "But your eyes are darker."
My eyes narrowed and my nostrils flared. How dare he talk about them as if they were still alive? "How would you know? Unless you helped kill them." I said getting ready to simply kill him and get it over with.
"No. It was a young vampire from our clan. My father followed him and found your family. They live near, just over that hill." He said pointing.
"You're a vampire. I'm not going to trust you. I saw them die." I said pushing down on the stake.
His hands flew to the stake and he pushed up trying to get it out. "No! You saw them get attacked. When you are bitten by a vampire you become one."
"So you're saying my family is now a bunch of vampires?" I replied pushing down harder.
"Yes." He replied his eyes turning crimson, and his fangs becoming painfully visible.
"Then they have to die too." I replied sternly.
Suddenly he pushed, taking me off guard, and I flew backwards into a tombstone. My head hit with a loud thud and my vision blurred. The last thing I saw before my vision went black was Gregory rise from the ground and stepped towards me.
