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"GET OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE IN THIS HOUSE!" I stormed down the hall. My mother was furious. If she wanted me out, I would leave. I was stuffing my clothes into my book bag, when Caryn entered the room. She looked worried. I didn't want her to worry about me. I swear all of this was happening because I had gotten into a fight. A stupid fight, with a stupid vampire. The same stupid vampire that had fed on me about three years ago. I had a couple of bruises, I'll admit. Well, more than a few; let's just say I had one full body bruise. I was sore, but nobody sympathized for me. Dominique had considered binding my powers but, thank god, hadn't. Caryn had pleaded with Dominique; she had said that I was only defending myself against the monster. I must admit that I was the one who started the fight, again. The final ruling on whether or not my powers would be bound had been yesterday. My mother and I had been going at it ever since. Thus, leading to this little incident. I was glad she was kicking me out; I didn't want to be in the house. I was tired of fighting. Caryn begged me not to leave. I simply ignored Caryn and stomped down the hall, making as much noise as humanly possible, until I reached the door. When I got there, I yelled scornfully, "Have a nice life! I'm sure it will be GREAT without me, the secret in the family!" With that I slammed the door behind me; I had never thought to call anyone, I'm just great at this running away thing, aren't I. To top it all off, it was pouring outside. Really, it was like buckets of water being dumped on me. So, my status was: soaking wet with nowhere to go and no way to get to nowhere. Jesus, I lead a great life don't I.
I walked to the town's gas station and found a pay phone. I really hoped I had some change or I would break down and cry. I finally found some change in one of the pockets of my soaked book bag. I called a taxi and waited in the phone booth. I was cold and wanted somewhere to stay. I must have waited for like an hour. Of course it felt like an eternity. My legs were asleep by the time the taxi pulled up next to the little phone booth. I picked up my soggy back pack and climbed into the car. It was wonderfully warm and I almost wanted to sleep, but the driver watched me like a hawk. He obviously didn't think I was going to pay him. I had money on me, somewhere. He asked me where I was going. Hmmm. Good question. I told him to take me to a hotel. Notice I didn't say the cheapest. I didn't want to end up in some shady hotel with prostitutes and drug dealers living in them. He nodded and turned on his meter.
We ended up at a hotel in one town over. I can't really remember the name of the town, but the hotel looked friendly enough. I paid the taxi driver his money. It surprised me when he wished me well. I also noticed the guilt in his aura. He was guilty because he thought I was some stupid kid that would try to cheat him out of his money. Oh well. I've learned to ignore what people think of me. I told the taxi driver good night and went into the little hotel. The room was affordable. It wasn't too shabby either. When I had settled myself, I meandered over to my bed. Sleep. Must. Get. Sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I took a long, hot shower. My muscles were now very tense and my whole body felt stiff as a board, so the hot shower felt wonderful on my battered body. When I stepped out of the shower, I looked over at the mirror. My face looked bad. Well, actually, it was just bruised in a lot of places. My own green eyes stared back at me from the mirror. I had thinned out this year. I was proud of myself, no more fat stun power. I pulled on a plain red t-shirt and some jeans; the clothes were still damp from that little incident last night. It was still rainy and dreary outside today, so I pulled on a sweatshirt. Not like it would help much anyway. I decided to go and get something to eat. I hadn't eaten dinner last night, so I was quite famished.
As I was walking down the street, in the light drizzle, thank the lord it wasn't pouring, when I spotted none other than my vampire friend! What the hell was he doing here? I was in a shit load of trouble because of him. He was watching me with his crimson eyes and he had a smirk on his face. He knew that I was hurting. The ass. I would go up there and knock some rationality into him, but I was already hurt. Getting injured again this soon after getting beat into a bloody pulp would not produce very good results. I would probably die if I attempted to fight him, once again. Before I could avoid him, he put himself right in front of me. Great. I would not be able to contain my temper, he knew this as well.
"Hello, Anna. What brings you here? Are you looking for me?" He purred this into my ear, in his smooth, seductive voice. I felt a shiver go down my spine.
"No, actually. I got kicked out of my house. Because of you. So, can you please kindly move out of my way? I have to go get food, before I die of hunger." My voice was laced with sarcasm and anger. He smiled at the comment. Obviously, he was enjoying this thoroughly. I have some great luck, don't I?
"Anna, I just want to talk. Am I not allowed to talk to you? Are you still mad about that little fight we had?" If I was a regular human I would have taken the innocence in his voice for the truth, but I'm not. Thank God. He stretched out his hand and stroked my face. When he was pulling his hand away, I grabbed it. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Don't touch me."
"I will touch who I please."
"That rule doesn't apply to me."
"That rule applies to everyone. Even you, beautiful. You are just too used to getting your way."
"Yeah, right. I will not be governed by you, leech. Touch me again and I'll break your hand."
"I beg to differ."
I tightened my grip on his hand, which made him laugh. I don't understand what was so funny. Oh, yeah, he's not human. And I probably wasn't even a minor annoyance to him. I swear he is so...... I don't know. God, I HATE him.
"Anna, you are tickling me. Stop or you'll make me cry with laughter." This made me really lose my temper. I threw a punch at him, but he caught it. Ouch, that hurt. He was tightening his grip on MY hand. Not me tightening my grip on HIS hand.
"I would advise you to wisen up. Or it will be the death of you." With that he threw me back. I fell and skinned my elbow on the paved road. I attempted to kick his ankles, but was a little off on my target. I really can't fight at all. As I stood back up, I saw a flash of metal. He had a dagger or knife on him. Hmmm. I could put that to extremely good use. He backhanded me into the wall of a shop. I felt blood ooze down the back of my head. I, once again, tried to punch him and I succeeded! I was ecstatic. His head snapped to one side. It took him a fraction of a second to recover. He punched me back and my head spun. That had hurt very badly. As I tried to regain my regular vision he backhanded me into a wall, again. My vision doubled. Why me? I ask myself that question quite often. I have yet to figure out the answer. I tackled him. Which meant I hurled myself into him and he barely moved. It caught him by surprise. I used this to my advantage. I grabbed the knife he had and sliced open his chest. He cursed and twisted my arm so it broke. The blade fell from my hand. He grabbed it and sliced my neck open. I felt the blade sting across my skin as it cut into my neck. I cried out, but he simply pulled me forward and began to feed. I struggled for as long as I could remain conscious. The vampire released me and I fell onto the ground.
He kneeled beside me and pulled my head up so it was level with his arm. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I could not let this happen. The scent of immortality was in the air. I could barely stop myself. Actually, I didn't stop myself. I let his immortal blood flow into my mouth. It tasted so good, like chocolate, only better. I got lost in the taste. I barely noticed my heart stop. I fell into a dead sleep next to the vampire who had ultimately caused my death from the mortal world and my rebirth into the immortal one.
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"GET OUT! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE IN THIS HOUSE!" I stormed down the hall. My mother was furious. If she wanted me out, I would leave. I was stuffing my clothes into my book bag, when Caryn entered the room. She looked worried. I didn't want her to worry about me. I swear all of this was happening because I had gotten into a fight. A stupid fight, with a stupid vampire. The same stupid vampire that had fed on me about three years ago. I had a couple of bruises, I'll admit. Well, more than a few; let's just say I had one full body bruise. I was sore, but nobody sympathized for me. Dominique had considered binding my powers but, thank god, hadn't. Caryn had pleaded with Dominique; she had said that I was only defending myself against the monster. I must admit that I was the one who started the fight, again. The final ruling on whether or not my powers would be bound had been yesterday. My mother and I had been going at it ever since. Thus, leading to this little incident. I was glad she was kicking me out; I didn't want to be in the house. I was tired of fighting. Caryn begged me not to leave. I simply ignored Caryn and stomped down the hall, making as much noise as humanly possible, until I reached the door. When I got there, I yelled scornfully, "Have a nice life! I'm sure it will be GREAT without me, the secret in the family!" With that I slammed the door behind me; I had never thought to call anyone, I'm just great at this running away thing, aren't I. To top it all off, it was pouring outside. Really, it was like buckets of water being dumped on me. So, my status was: soaking wet with nowhere to go and no way to get to nowhere. Jesus, I lead a great life don't I.
I walked to the town's gas station and found a pay phone. I really hoped I had some change or I would break down and cry. I finally found some change in one of the pockets of my soaked book bag. I called a taxi and waited in the phone booth. I was cold and wanted somewhere to stay. I must have waited for like an hour. Of course it felt like an eternity. My legs were asleep by the time the taxi pulled up next to the little phone booth. I picked up my soggy back pack and climbed into the car. It was wonderfully warm and I almost wanted to sleep, but the driver watched me like a hawk. He obviously didn't think I was going to pay him. I had money on me, somewhere. He asked me where I was going. Hmmm. Good question. I told him to take me to a hotel. Notice I didn't say the cheapest. I didn't want to end up in some shady hotel with prostitutes and drug dealers living in them. He nodded and turned on his meter.
We ended up at a hotel in one town over. I can't really remember the name of the town, but the hotel looked friendly enough. I paid the taxi driver his money. It surprised me when he wished me well. I also noticed the guilt in his aura. He was guilty because he thought I was some stupid kid that would try to cheat him out of his money. Oh well. I've learned to ignore what people think of me. I told the taxi driver good night and went into the little hotel. The room was affordable. It wasn't too shabby either. When I had settled myself, I meandered over to my bed. Sleep. Must. Get. Sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I took a long, hot shower. My muscles were now very tense and my whole body felt stiff as a board, so the hot shower felt wonderful on my battered body. When I stepped out of the shower, I looked over at the mirror. My face looked bad. Well, actually, it was just bruised in a lot of places. My own green eyes stared back at me from the mirror. I had thinned out this year. I was proud of myself, no more fat stun power. I pulled on a plain red t-shirt and some jeans; the clothes were still damp from that little incident last night. It was still rainy and dreary outside today, so I pulled on a sweatshirt. Not like it would help much anyway. I decided to go and get something to eat. I hadn't eaten dinner last night, so I was quite famished.
As I was walking down the street, in the light drizzle, thank the lord it wasn't pouring, when I spotted none other than my vampire friend! What the hell was he doing here? I was in a shit load of trouble because of him. He was watching me with his crimson eyes and he had a smirk on his face. He knew that I was hurting. The ass. I would go up there and knock some rationality into him, but I was already hurt. Getting injured again this soon after getting beat into a bloody pulp would not produce very good results. I would probably die if I attempted to fight him, once again. Before I could avoid him, he put himself right in front of me. Great. I would not be able to contain my temper, he knew this as well.
"Hello, Anna. What brings you here? Are you looking for me?" He purred this into my ear, in his smooth, seductive voice. I felt a shiver go down my spine.
"No, actually. I got kicked out of my house. Because of you. So, can you please kindly move out of my way? I have to go get food, before I die of hunger." My voice was laced with sarcasm and anger. He smiled at the comment. Obviously, he was enjoying this thoroughly. I have some great luck, don't I?
"Anna, I just want to talk. Am I not allowed to talk to you? Are you still mad about that little fight we had?" If I was a regular human I would have taken the innocence in his voice for the truth, but I'm not. Thank God. He stretched out his hand and stroked my face. When he was pulling his hand away, I grabbed it. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Don't touch me."
"I will touch who I please."
"That rule doesn't apply to me."
"That rule applies to everyone. Even you, beautiful. You are just too used to getting your way."
"Yeah, right. I will not be governed by you, leech. Touch me again and I'll break your hand."
"I beg to differ."
I tightened my grip on his hand, which made him laugh. I don't understand what was so funny. Oh, yeah, he's not human. And I probably wasn't even a minor annoyance to him. I swear he is so...... I don't know. God, I HATE him.
"Anna, you are tickling me. Stop or you'll make me cry with laughter." This made me really lose my temper. I threw a punch at him, but he caught it. Ouch, that hurt. He was tightening his grip on MY hand. Not me tightening my grip on HIS hand.
"I would advise you to wisen up. Or it will be the death of you." With that he threw me back. I fell and skinned my elbow on the paved road. I attempted to kick his ankles, but was a little off on my target. I really can't fight at all. As I stood back up, I saw a flash of metal. He had a dagger or knife on him. Hmmm. I could put that to extremely good use. He backhanded me into the wall of a shop. I felt blood ooze down the back of my head. I, once again, tried to punch him and I succeeded! I was ecstatic. His head snapped to one side. It took him a fraction of a second to recover. He punched me back and my head spun. That had hurt very badly. As I tried to regain my regular vision he backhanded me into a wall, again. My vision doubled. Why me? I ask myself that question quite often. I have yet to figure out the answer. I tackled him. Which meant I hurled myself into him and he barely moved. It caught him by surprise. I used this to my advantage. I grabbed the knife he had and sliced open his chest. He cursed and twisted my arm so it broke. The blade fell from my hand. He grabbed it and sliced my neck open. I felt the blade sting across my skin as it cut into my neck. I cried out, but he simply pulled me forward and began to feed. I struggled for as long as I could remain conscious. The vampire released me and I fell onto the ground.
He kneeled beside me and pulled my head up so it was level with his arm. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I could not let this happen. The scent of immortality was in the air. I could barely stop myself. Actually, I didn't stop myself. I let his immortal blood flow into my mouth. It tasted so good, like chocolate, only better. I got lost in the taste. I barely noticed my heart stop. I fell into a dead sleep next to the vampire who had ultimately caused my death from the mortal world and my rebirth into the immortal one.
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