Chapter 7: Witch
"I should have known," She said, shaking her head, "But I guess I forgot in all my panic."
"What?" I was confused, "Who are you?"
"Call me Alice," She said, extending her hand, "And you are?"
I ripped off the machines I was hooked up to with one hand while I shook hers with the other. "Nightshade."
"Nightshade, like the poisonous flower? What a fitting name for you."
Poisonous flower? Oh well.
"Why is it so fitting?" I asked.
She just smiled mysteriously and changed the subject. "We should get you out of here. They will want to perform tests on you and stuff."
Then I remembered the nurses. They were sort of cowering in the corner, and I think they were afraid of me.
I got up and one of them protested. "She's right, we do need to perform some tests on you." They said.
"Well, I think I will skip it, especially considering I do not have insurance," I said, and winked at them. Then Alice and I fled the building before they could say anything more.
"So, tell me what you know," I ordered of her as soon as we had climbed into her car.
"You are a vampire," She started off.
"What? How do you know?" I asked. I wondered whether it was that obvious, or whether I had to kill her.
"I can just tell. But don't worry, the average person can't." Did she read my mind?
"What separates you from the average person?" I asked her, though she definitely was not average. She had skin almost as pale as my own, not to mention her pink-red hair, a black mini dress with a wide hot pink belt, fish net tights, knee-high socks with pink flames on them and hot pink ankle length boots. But no matter how humans dressed, they are still human, and there was something inhuman about her.
Maybe it was the way her eyes slanted downward and her eyelashes slanted upward. It gave her sort of a snake-like appearance. And her voice was high and smooth, her 's' drawn out a little longer than average. They were subtle details a human would not notice unless they were pointed out to them, but I am not human.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked with a sigh.
"You know what I am, I think I should have a right to know what you are." I told her.
"But did you save my life?" She asked.
"Did you save mine? I am vampire, remember? I would have waken up eventually anyway."
"Good point, but someone else could have found you. Like Michael and his friends, and then you would have ended up somewhere worse than the hospital."
"Just tell me or you'll need someone to save your life!" I shouted, leaning over her menacingly.
"Whoa. Anger management issues," Alice shivered, "All right, I am a witch."
"A witch? Oh. How old are you?"
"Sixteen, I go to Fig Tree High, like you. What about you?"
"You better not be asking how old I am."
"Oh yeah, sorry." She said, laughing.
The rest of the ride was actually kind of fun, I have to admit. I had fun sitting in the car with someone else, and not sucking the blood out of them. I guessed I would not need to kill her after all.
So the next day, I sat with her during lunch, because, though I did not eat, I enjoyed it. She had two other friends, but she was the only witch in the school. Her other friends were more like- wannabe witches. They were the type that wore makeup and lacey, punk-Gothic clothes. I remember when Gothic was created…
Anyway, none of the others knew what I was, they just thought I was a really tall Goth/emo like them. Probably because I always wore black.
