I'm back in school (year 11) now guys, so I'll be updating a bit less... Sorry! I don't know why but this was just really difficult to write. I hope I didn't overdo Claire's feelings :s I just feel like all my chapters for this story haven't been very good :(
Claire's POV-
It was euphoric. It was thrilling. It was like driving 100 miles per hour down an empty desert road with your head out of the sunroof. It was like finally getting everything you ever wanted. Most of all, it felt good. It tore away the icy, numb feeling and replaced it with warmth. It made me feel complete again.
I'd always believed that vampires killing humans was wrong, but being on the complete other side of the spectrum now, I understood what they were saying. Something that felt so right, couldn't be wrong, could it?
The girl who's name I didn't even know turned limp in my arms and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I knew I had to stop quickly or she would die, but I physically couldn't. It was like the sane, reasonable part of me had shut down and the only thing left was the primative instinct to kill coming from the vampire side of me.
I felt strong arms on my waist pulling me away. I resisted at first, but they were older than me and stronger so I couldn't really fight them. I felt mysefl being pulled roughly away from the girl and I span to look at who was pulling me back. My heart sank. Michael.
How much had he seen? By the look on his face, I guessed that he'd seen enough. He looked disappointed although I couldn't figure out if it was at me or himself. Then I felt panic rise up in me. If Michael was here, then was Eve? Was Shane?
I heard two heartbeats behind me and knew that it was them. I had my back to them right now, so they hadn't seen my face but they weren't stupid either. With Michael's reaction and me pushing Shane on top of all the rumours, they had probably figured out that I was a vampire now. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and turned to look at them. They both gasped straight away, and within a few seconds grew horrified expressions.
"What the hell, Claire?" Shane called at me, "You team vamp now?"
"It was an accident," I cried at them, my voice sounded weak and broken down.
"Michael never had accidents, you're just a monster," Eve hissed through her teeth then ran over to Michael and pulled him away, "Come on Michael we're going, before she hurts one of us too!"
I watched them leave, keeping my face emotionless as they went. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me. They were leaving me, when I needed them most. I gasped and burst into relentless sobs, tears streaming down my face. My knees were weak, not for strain, but from sadness and I fell to the floor, curling up in foetal position. Eventually, I got too tired to cry but I didn't move at all. My chest ached and my head was swirling.
They hated me. They actually hated me. I couldn't believe it. I could understand sadness, or even anger. But they were my best friends, and they didn't even give me a chance to explain.
To explain what? That I didn't want this? That I can't control it for whatever reason? That I have killed two people? No, they're right to hate me. I hate me. For God's sake, why can't I just control it? It's not hard!
I just wanted to die. Well, I didn't, but at that moment, I did. I just lay there in horror at what I had done. I opened my glassy eyes and stared at the girl whose life I had taken. She was someone's daughter. Maybe a sister or an aunt, or even a mother. Did she have a boyfriend at home who would be waiting up for her? Well she wasn't going home. That was my fault.
"I'll take care of her, Amelie," I heard a rough, masculine voice say from behind me. I carried on crying silent tears without even looking up at who they were. They were going to take care of me? What did that mean? I concluded they were either going to help me, or kill me. I didn't care either way.
I felt one steady arm wrap around my waist whilst the other grabbed my shoulder, heaving my off of the floor and onto my feet. They turned me away from the body and started pulling me inside somewhere. I knew from the gentleness of the touch that it was one of two people. We already established that one of those people already hated me, so I knew who it was: Myrnin.
I turned up to look at him and I saw many things written on his face. One was fear, and disappointment, obviously at the fact that had hurt someone again. The other was concern and... Love? I knew he was infatuated with me, but did he actually love me? Did I love him? I didn't know.
I was in a bathroom now. The door was locked at Myrnin was running a sink. He grabbed some tissues and wetted them before scrubbing my face while I sobbed. I momentarily wondered what the hell he was doing until I caught a glimpse on my reflection. I looked hideous. I looked like a monster. I guess that would be an accurate description.
Myrnin shushed me, using a gentle tone usually reserved for mental patients or something like that,"It was an accident, Claire, don't worry about it," Eve's words sprung into my head again, Michael never had accidents, you're just a monster.
"I'm a monster," I cried, practically screaming in his face while he continued cleaning me up.
"You're beautiful," He said, stopping my sobs with shock, "and you made a mistake, there are worse things you could do than slip up once,"
"It's not just once though, is it? This is the second person I've drained," I cried, panicky, "I'd hardly call killing a human a mistake, Myrnin! I'm a murderer. A serial murderer, by now,"
He kissed me. I wasn't prepared for it, but t tasted of cinnamon and the fresh salt of tears. It made everything in my mind disappear and all I could feel is butterflies and summer clouds. He broke away, placing a finger gently to my lips.
"We'll figure something out," He whispered, releasing his touch and slumping against the wall next to me. He looked down at the floor then back up at me and offered me his hand. I accepted it and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Promise?" I asked.
"Promise,"