Shelby's face and hands were covered in blood. The boy's limp body lay on the cold, hard pavement. She hadn't meant to kill him, she just wanted to talk to him, to tell him to leave Carly alone, but plans change. Now she had to hide the body. She thought about calling Carly, but this wasn't something she should get involved in. She grabbed Nevel's dead body by the ankles and swung him onto her back. She was right next to a huge dumpster, so swinging the lid open with one hand; she threw Nevel in with the other. Nevel's body landed in the dumpster with a large thud.
"Oh shit," Shelby thought. "Somebody had to have heard that." She threw some cloth and other debris on top of the body and jumped a fence at the back of ally she was in. As her feet touched the ground, she started running. She had never ran faster in all her life. She didn't stop running until she reached the entrance to Bushwell plaza, but somewhere in her run, she managed to pull her cell out and tell Carly she was coming over. She ran all the way up the stairs as nothing more than a slight breeze. She reached her room almost breathless, because her throat felt constricted. What would she do if Carly hated her for killing someone, even if it was just Nevel. Her door was open and sitting on the couch was a very concerned looking Carly. Shelby walked in, her chest pounding from her run. She walked almost silently, slipping her jacket off as she sat next to Carly.
"What happened to your shirt?!" Shelby just realized she had forgotten to take off her shirt, and the whole front of her shirt was covered in blood.
"I killed Nevel." Shelby has always been a very straight-forward person, even when it came to murder.
"Do you need me to get you a clean shirt?" Carly asked. Shelby smiled and looked down at her bloody shirt again.
"That would be really nice, especially if your brother saw it."
"He's not home tonight, but I think I might throw up if I keep staring at that bloody shirt. I'll be right back." Carly ran to her room and grabbed a clean black shirt for Shelby to change into. When she got back downstairs, she threw the shirt at her. Shelby immediately started taking off her bloody shirt. Carly stared as Shelby threw her bloody shirt in the trash, she was still topless. Even though Carly really didn't want to admit it, she really did think she was falling in love with Shelby. She wanted to be with Shelby forever, even if it meant she had to become a vampire to.
Not that Shelby would ever do that, she cared about Carly too much to do that to her... or did she? Well it wouldn't hurt to ask.
"Shelby, would you turn me into a vampire?" Shelby stared at Carly, her eyes blank and unreadable.
"Carly, I don't think I could do that to you, what if you got scared and chickened out?"
"I'm not afraid." And even as she said it, she knew she was lying. Her heart was pounding in her ears. She knew what she would have to give up if she went through with this. It would pretty much be everything.