Witch Hunt
Chapter 8
I grit my teeth in annoyance as the third boy of the day walks up to me with an arrogant smile.
"Hey, Isabella," Tyler greets as I attempt to send warning daggers through his skull.
Alice leans back in her chair with amusement practically oozing out of her cold dead self.
Ever since the accident, Tyler has been following me around like a lost puppy and being sickeningly helpful. Now there is this school dance coming up and a few boys already worked up the nerve to ask me, even as I send them glowering looks.
It's girl's choice, not ask the girl if they'll ask them! Boys are morons.
"So, I was wandering if you'd ask me to the dance," Tyler says, grinning cheekily.
"No," I deadpan.
His smile drops before magically reappearing.
Ugh.
"That's alright, there's always prom," he says before turning and walking away.
Alice starts snickering.
There's always... Does he think...
I jolt to my feet, glaring at his retreating back.
"I'm not going to prom with you!" I call out, scowling when he doesn't even turn.
I slump back into the uncomfortable cafeteria chair, banging my head loudly on the table.
Alice folds her arms, leaning forward.
"It's not funny," I say to her snickering.
"It is from my point of view."
I lift my head out of my half eaten pizza to glare at her. "How come no one's asking you? Why am I the only one suffering?"
"People are scared of me," she shrugs.
I raise a brow. "You? You're about as scary as a guppy."
I do realize, as I'm saying this, that I'm talking to a real bloodsucking vampire- but she doesn't seem like one.
Now Rosalie, I can see as one, but not small, hyper, pixie Alice.
She flashes her bleach white teeth. "I can be very intimidating."
"How come you haven't tried to scare me away, then, like everybody else? Am I just special?"
"You're very special," she deadpans, making me grin. "So anyway, which boy are you going to ask to the dance?"
"Who said anything about me going to the dance?" I scoff before matching her smirk. "Besides, if I were, what makes you think that it would be a boy that I'd ask?"
Her smile turns wicked.
"To bad I really am not going to the dance?" I finish with a careless shrug, mentally scolding myself. I need to stop flirting.
Her lips turn into a very distracting pout.
"Why not?" She asks.
"It's the night of the full moon, you know," I decide to tell the truth. "It's the time the crazies come out." And also a hallow night for magic, much like the night of a new moon or half moon. Even more magical than that is the blood moon, blue moon, a solstice, or Equinox.
I don't tell her that part, though.
Her pout intensifies. "I'd keep you safe."
"Sorry Alice," I say, finally wiping the pizza sauce and grease from my forehead as the bell rings.
She broods the rest of the day until she drops me off at my house. Because of my totaled motorcycle, Alice was kind enough to offer me rides to school.
As I get out, I see her glance at the head hanging from her mirror and shudder.
It makes me feel more confident about her vampirism, that the sight of a severed head disgusts her. It gives evidence that her conscience is still human, even if her body isn't.
As soon as I get into the house, I descend the steps to my proclaimed lair, locking the man-made bolts with a flick of my hand, and stride over to the bookstand.
Running my hand over the ancient leather, tingling energy that makes the book feel truly alive race to the back of my skull. It sounds like a comforting hum to me, burning with untapped and unused energy.
I flip the thick book open, quickly shuffling through the pages until a bold word makes me pause.
Vampires,
it says in careful calligraphy.
Vampires are un-aging half demons with eyes the color of human blood, created in an experiment by the first demon whose name has been lost over time. No one knows the exact process of vampires coming to be, but they are ice cold, have the strength of a thousand men, and are faster than sound.
When their skin comes in contact with the sun, it throws light like diamonds, and they have venom in their saliva. If a human is bitten, they will either die or change into a vampire within three days.
They are predators of humans, sucking blood to sustain the hunger of an un-aging body. The only way known to kill a vampire, is fire.
Underneath the text is a vanquishing spell.
I close the book softly in thought.
It says in the book that vampires have red eyes, but none of Alice's family have that. Does that mean that they aren't vampires, or are they just different? A different type of vampire?
Frustrated with more questions than I started with, I pull some blankets onto the couch with me and curl up in thought.
A shrill ring has me standing up, and making my way back up the stairs into the kitchen.
"Hello?" I ask, picking up the phone.
"Bella? Are you okay?" A very worried voice asks, with an edge of panic.
"Alice?" I blink. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
I hear a sigh of relief followed by a long pause. "Nothing, I just got a bad feeling is all."
I laugh lightly. "You just saw me; how much trouble could I possibly get into in ten minutes?"
I can hear her own grin now over the receiver. "With you involved, a lot. Just... Be careful, alright?"
"Yeah, of course," I say, even more confusion giving me a headache.
Alice doesn't seem bad at all. There are some half demons out there that try to be good, so I guess she and her family could be one of them. It might explain the unusual color eyes.
The problem that still remains is, should I reveal what I know about her, or continue as the ignorant human?
I lock the door back in the basement, pulling out my mundane homework to labor through.
A/N: This is going to be the last chapter of this particular fic for a while. It's the last prewritten one that I have and I will be quite busy I'm told during school. I might post during breaks or randomly through the year but it's not a sure think.
I hope you liked it and please review!
~Silver~
