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Chapter 11

I looked at the brick building as I stood in the winter's chilly air.

Monday.

I have never liked Mondays, but this Monday was sure going to be the worst.

Why you may ask?

Oh no reason, just the fact I am going to have to kill what could potentially be the love of my life.

"You can do it. I know you can. After all I mean nothing to you." I cringed as that sentence replayed over and over in my mind. It was stuck in an everlasting loop which I could not stop. There was no stop button to this horrid life of mine. I wish I could get away from this mess and be a normal teenager. You know where all you have to worry about is pimples and grades and what to wear to the upcoming dance. But no, I had to choose this stinking life.

The bell chimed, ringing loudly around campus. I watched as the last few students pushed past me to get to their classes on time. I tried to follow but it felt like my feet were glued to the ground. Which, I had no problem with; hey it would put the whole I-have-to-kill-you-my-love-because-you-are-a-vampire situation on hold for a few more minutes. But I knew what I had to do. I had to end this, even if it meant killing part of me. I took heavy steps across the path, leading towards the front door to the school. I took deep, steady breaths and held tightly to the small, yet deadly dagger lying peacefully in my hand.

I pushed the door open with force as the warm air blew into my frozen face. The warmth comforted me in a way which I haven't felt in ages. I liked the feeling. It gave me hope and courage, yet in a happy way, not the whole I'm about to kill a human/vampire kind of way.

I quickly made my way around the familiar halls leading towards what used to be my sanctuary, now it's a horrible memory. I bit my lip hard and fought back tears that were trying to escape from my eyes as I saw none other than Shane standing against my locker in such away it could make my heart melt.

Stay strong Mitchie.

I saw his eyes light up in relief as he saw me walking towards him.

Oh, he is making this so much harder.

I stopped walking, leaving a few meters gap between us. I tucked my hand behind my back, shielding the dagger from view. I would make this as painless as possible for him. Better for me to strike out of nowhere than to have him expecting it.

He pushed himself off the locker and took in my heartbreaking expression. I looked down; I didn't want him to see me silently weeping, as these last few seconds I had with him would be our last. I bit down on my trembling lip making sure no pathetic gasps would escape from my mouth. I watched from beneath my curtain of hair as he pushed off the locker and came strolling towards me. My whole body started to shake as he was nearing me.

I wanted so badly to turn around and run out those doors leading into the ridiculously cold weather, run home and hide under my soft, comforting blanket. But I, Mitchie Torres am not a coward. I lifted my head up high and rolled my shoulders, loosening my tight muscles. He was standing right in front of me and as soon as I looked into his dark smothering eyes, all the confidence that I'd had subsided and was now I was left with heartbreak and sadness.

"Mitchie we need to talk." I was surprised at how loud he was speaking; I didn't want to cause a scene or anything. I looked around us to find nothing but an empty hallway. I turned my full attention back to Shane, leaving nothing but a blank stare on my face, removing all traces of emotion.

"Okay. I was thinking about our Romeo and Juliet project, and I think we should-"I rambled on before he cut me off.

"Mitchie, you know that's not what I mean." He sighed and looked away from me. He was trying here and I kept pushing him away. I do not understand these teenage hormones one bit.

I sighed out deeply. "Fine, let's talk. Was she a good kisser?"

He gave me a confused look and pulled his eye brows together. "What?"

"You said you wanted to talk about it, so let's talk. Was she any good?" I put a hand on my hip and tapped my foot in an impatient rhythm. His face flushed red with anger as my mockery of him tipped him over the edge.

"Look, I didn't kiss her Mitchie. She kissed me." I rolled my eyes at him.

"Oh very original excuse there Shane. I have never heard that one before." I said sarcastically.

Well, since I hadn't actually been so close to a guy before, I haven't heard it before, but I've watched enough tear-jerkers to know that was a total cliché.

"I'm not lying to you Mitchie, I promise."

I narrowed my eyes. "How do I know you're not lying?"

He sighed. "I know I'm not perfect. In fact, I'm probably the furthest away from perfect you can get, but the one thing I'm not is a liar."

I shook my head slowly, not bothering to respond.

"I'm telling you Mitchie, she kissed me. I tried to pull away because-" He shut his mouth and looked down at his shoes. I swallowed and adjusted my grip on the dagger.

"Why?" I whispered.

He ran a hand through his messy, black hair and looked up at me. "You're different from other girls, do you know that?"

I looked down and started to walk through the hallway. Most of the kids were in class by now, and our footsteps echoed through the room. A few students were still at their lockers and turned to watch us.

I nodded. "I've been told that before."

"So, do you know why?"

"Why what?" I looked at him, confused.

He sighed. "Why you're so different."

"I thought it was because I wasn't an easy target for you. Because you saw me as a challenge." I raised my eyebrows and he shook his head slowly.

"No, Mitchie. It's because you're the only girl who's ever made me feel like this."

I stopped walking and looked up at him. My hands were sweaty and I felt as though I was going to drop the dagger. "And what is this, Shane?"

"I don't know, I can't explain it. I've never felt like this before."

I swallowed. I was starting to wish I didn't have the dagger in my hand right now. But I had to do it, I had to kill him. He was a monster. I could feel my body trembling and I look a large, shaky breath.

"Try." I whispered, "Try to explain it."

He sighed and took my hand in his. I kept the hand with the dagger firmly behind my back. "Whenever I think about you, my heart starts beating faster. Whenever I see you, my palms start to sweat. I wake up in the night to find I've been dreaming about you. In the mornings I'm excited for school; excited to see you, and when I hurt you, I just want to die."

No.

I have to kill him now, before he says any more. I looked around to see a storage room and started pulling him towards it.

"I need to tell you something." I motioned to the storage room, "In private."

He raised an eyebrow questionably and a smirk appeared on his face. "Okay."

I can't do this.

I can't.

My legs felt weak as we walked towards the storage room, his hand in mine. I felt as if I was going to collapse at any second. Why did it have to be him? It could have been anyone. Anyone but him. I tightened my grip on the dagger so it wouldn't fall out of my trembling hand. Just one quick movement and it would all be over. But then I would have to dispose of the body.

Shane's body.

He opened the door for me and I slipped silently into the room. The door closed with a definite click and I looked up to see Shane smiling at me. Why did he have to have such a perfect smile? He must have noticed that I wasn't happy and his smile faded.

"What's up?"

I forced down the tears threatening to pour down my eyes and took a step towards him. "Nothing, I just need you to know something."

"Sure, what is it?" His frown deepened.

I sighed and took another step towards him. I held the dagger so tight in my hand that my knuckles were white, and I was pretty sure no blood was making it into my fingers. I sniffed to keep down the tears.

"I want you to know that when I said you meant nothing to me, I didn't mean it."

He looked at his shoes. "Really? Because it sounded pretty convincing."

I shook my head slowly and shut my eyes against the tears. "No, I was just angry that I let you kiss Chloe before I could tell you how I really felt."

I could do it now. Just one more step and it would be over. I could drive my dagger into his chest before he had the chance to scream. That would be it. The vampire would be dead.

Shane would be dead.

I couldn't get my legs to move. All my muscles seemed to lock in position. I felt as though I had lost control of my body. I swayed slightly and fell to my knees in front of him. He lunged forward and caught me before I hit the ground. Tears spilled from my eyes as I looked up at his handsome face.

He looked at me with eyes filled with concern. "Mitchie, what's going on?"

The dagger felt hot in my hand, like it was burning my flesh. I took a deep, shaky breath.

"Nothing." I whispered. "I just want you to know that I... care about you a lot."

He sighed and shook his head slowly. "I love you too, Mitchie."

He leaned in towards me, and I couldn't pull away, no matter how much I wanted to. He put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer, until our noses were touching. I adjusted my grip on the dagger. It would be so easy to do it now. He was so close, I could smell his breath. I had him right where I wanted him. Just a simple flick of a wrist would do it.

I was frozen. I couldn't bring myself to do it, to kill him. It was already too late. Maybe I was wrong. What proof did I have, besides the fact that he had said that one sentence?

Maybe he's not the vampire after all.

I loosened my grip on the dagger and closed the distance between us until our lips met.

I don't know what took over me, but as soon we kissed, a burning desire erupted inside of me. The sweet and tender kiss we were now sharing just wasn't enough. He pulled away reluctantly to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry I did that..." he said between breaths. I slithered my hands around his neck and pushed my body closer to him.

"You should be. I wasn't done yet." I whispered softly. I watched a grin creep onto his face before I crushed my lips against his. He wound his arms around my waist and pushed me up against the wall.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this moment. Although I didn't imagine it being in a storage closet." He mumbled softly against my lips. I pulled away from him and glared.

"You get what you're given, alright?" He laughed softly before pulling me back again. He slowly ran his hands up my back to my neck and in my hair, leaving tingles all over my body.

I ran my tongue over the top of his teeth and froze. My blood turned cold and the dagger fell from my hand. Those teeth, they were too sharp to be human. He was the vampire, I was sure of it now.

And I had kissed him. How am I supposed to kill him now?

I put my hands onto his shoulders and pushed him roughly away. Our lips parted and he looked at me, confused.

"No." I whispered, backing away.

His eyebrows furrowed together, "Mitchie-"

"No," I whispered again, cutting him off, "no, no, no."

As I backed away, shaking my head, I saw his gaze lock on the dagger that lay at my feet. The blood drained from his face and he looked up at me with wide eyes.

"You tried to kill...me?" he choked on his words in fear. Tears swelled up in my eyes as I watched him stumble back towards the door, looking at me in terror.

"No! Well yes... but I couldn't do it! I know what you are. You killed that girl, Shane. And it's my job to kill you. But-"

"But what! You tried to kill me! And to think I actually thought you loved me." He scoffed. I took a step forward trying to plead with him, he took two steps back.

"I do! And that's why I couldn't kill you! All my years of slaying vampires, you are the first one I couldn't kill. Do you know how unbelievably crap that is? To have fallen for a fucking vampire?" I said angrily.

"Oh, well I am so sorry that I'm not good enough for you. It's not like I love becoming a horrible monster. I don't love the feeling of killing people." He voice cracked, "Some days I wake up with the taste of blood in my mouth. Then all the memories come back to me; I hear them begging and crying, and then the scream. It all plays through my mind as if it's happening again. I just wish I could control it. The only thing that made me feel better was having you. But I guess that's over. Call me crazy but I just don't think I can handle being with someone who secretly wants to slit my throat."

The tears flowed rapidly from my eyes as his words sunk deep into my soul. He turned on his heel and walked out the door, slamming it behind him. I slid down the wall until I came in contact with the cold floor. My head fell into my hands as I sobbed silently.

How could something go from the most perfect moment I have ever experienced, to a complete piece of shit in such a short time span? Does that even happen to any normal teenager?

No.

It just happens to me.

Wow….

That was… awkward to write ha.

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