Here is Chapter 8. Pretty short, but w.e.
Chapter 8:
I bored myself with pointless things during the night. I was not risking staying at the house, why should I? It had nothing to offer me. Bed? I don't sleep. Food? I don't eat. Shelter? I would live. The main thing now was not to get seen. Not by the neighbours, not by anyone.
When it was around eight in the morning, I headed back to the house. Bella had not called yet, and I wasn't surprised. She probably hadn't been able to make her escape so early.
It was closer to ten when she called. I picked up the phone on the first ring.
"Hello, Bella." I answered casually, trying not to think that I would be drinking this girls blood in a few moments time. "That was very quick. I'm impressed."
"Is my mom all right?" were the first words that escaped her lips.
"She's perfectly fine. Don't worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn't come alone, of course." I reassured her.
"I'm alone" she said quietly as if she just realized this herself.
"Very good. Now, do you know the ballet studio just around the corner from your home?"
"Yes. I know how to get there" her voice was certain, like she knew this was coming.
I tried not to sound surprised. "Well, then, I'll see you very soon."
I hung up the phone and then smiled to myself before I ran through the front door and to the ballet studio.
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I heard her coming from down the street, but I kept my still position in the shadows of the ballet studio. The remote to the VCR was gripped tightly in my hand.
She barged through the door, and I hit play on the VCR.
"Bella? Bella?" I saw her shadow as she ran frantically further into the room, glancing everywhere to locate her missing mother.
"Bella! You scared me! Don't you ever do that to me again!" the same hysterical voice rang.
I saw Bella turn towards the TV screen as she saw heard her mother laugh.
Then I clicked pause.