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Chapter Five: Waking Up To Red Candy

Waking up hurt like hell. The first thing I felt was the thirst. Or could it be hunger? I didn't know. I just felt like I needed….something. It was like I was craving something I had never eaten. The hunger (thirst?) left an empty aching in the pit of my stomach.

The second thing I noticed was the cold. I was so chilled; like I had slept a thousand night on an iced over lake. Every part of my body (my head being the only exception) felt frozen and stiff. My head felt like I was nursing the mother of all hang-overs. It throbbed painfully and made it difficult to think clearly. My mind was so clouded. When the pain in my head finally subsided enough for me to gather my thoughts I realized I needed to get up; I had no idea where I was.

Trying to get up was not a good idea though. My limbs were heavy and I just fell back down. "Holy mother of all hang-overs batman…" I groaned as I tried to sit up again "What the hell happened." I heard a chuckle beside me. Alarmed, I opened my eyes. This was also not a good idea. The light made my eyes sting and water but as they adjusted I saw the boy in front of me.

He was….yummy looking. (A/N ok so this is a VERY big insider between me and my friends. Sorry if you don't like the word yummy to describe a vampire. I know they are suppose to be "beautiful", which they are. But if I think of the guys as beautiful, I find my self thinking of Emmet and Edward in dresses…so to refrain from any disturbing images, my vamps in this story are yummy.) His face alone was enough to make any teenage girl salivate. His skin was very pale; he almost looked sick, but some how it only increased his yummy-ness. It brought out the green tint in his golden eyes and clashed brilliantly with his straight jet black hair. He looked like he was very tall (But, then again, every thing looked tall to me at that point. I was still lying down.) and fairly muscular. Over all he looked like he couldn't have been any older then eighteen.

Seeing his inhuman beauty reminded me of my reflection in the dream mirror. They were very similar but not completely alike. This boy didn't glare like my reflection had in the mirror. He had a kind and warm expression. He wasn't a predator; He was different. There was something good about his face that made me feel safe. It was such a strange feeling to me. I had this squirming feeling in my stomach. It was like having the butterflies. Maybe it was just the way he stared at me. It was starting to make me nervous.

"Umm…hi…" I said. I must have looked like such an idiot, lying there staring at him all wide eyed and drooling.

He smiled at me. "Hi" he said "How do you feel?"

I thought about that for a moment. "Thirsty." I said.

His eyes tightened for a moment but they quickly relaxed. "Wait here" he told me with a smile. I nodded.

I don't know how long I waited there but eventually I got board. At 14 I had a very short attention span. Despite the pain I lifted my self off the ground and looked at my surroundings. I was in an empty room that had the feel of a warehouse. I walked across the room and looked out the small window there.

It was dark out side but I could still see and hear every thing in explicit detail. I could see all the cracks in the side walk below me and I could hear a car speeding down the road miles away from me. It was amazing. All my senses had been heightened. All accept one, that is. I couldn't smell any thing. It was quite uncomfortable. Maybe It's just the room, I thought. I turned around and walked toward the door. I needed to get out of this room. Opening that door was probably one of the worst decisions I have ever made.

As soon as that door opened I really felt it. The thirst. It was so much stronger then what I felt before. The thirst that I had first felt was a want; a mere aching in my stomach. But now, it was a need that pained my whole body if I resisted. I gave me self over to my senses and began to hunt.

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Nothing mattered except my need to drink. I was so…thirsty and I could smell it. The thing I was thirsting for. The aroma was so sweet, like candy. It was the best candy I had ever smelled. My feet were moving before I noticed it. I just needed it. The candy. I was so thirsty…so….thirsty.

I closed my eyes and fallowed the sent; I caught up with the smell and tore at where it was coming from. The candy instantly warmed my ice cold lips and sent a shiver through my body. I still felt like it was going through the "defrost" stage. I was too thirsty to care, though. I just needed the candy.

It was red. Red candy. The sane part of my mind probably knew what it was. I just kept telling myself it was really sweet tomato juice. It was the best thing I had ever had. Better than chocolate….better than every thing in Starbucks put together (a/n that's pretty big coming from me….Starbucks is my addiction…) it tasted like the sticky, melted jolly ranchers my sister and I used to eat in the summer…it was so sweet but it had it's own bitter aftertaste. It left me with a craving that was impossible to satisfy. The red candy was almost gone…I was going to have to find more…

Just as I was about to finish drinking something tackled me from the side and my body was slammed against the pavement.

"NO!!!!" I screamed. I had to get back to the candy…

"Stop it!" he screamed "You can't!!!"

"I WANT MORE RED CANDY!" I screeched like a deranged three year old.

"The red candy isn't good for you!" the boy yelled at me again.

"I DON'T CARE!!!" I screamed trying to pry his arms from around my waist. "I WANT MORE OF THE CANDY, DAMMIT!!!" I felt my self slowly being dragged backwards and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't break free of his iron grip. CANDY, CANDY, CANDY……! Need more candy! My mind thought.

Eventually he dragged me into the room I had woken up in. I finally realized why the air had no smell here. It was like the fake air you breathe in office buildings; very filtered. I could still smell the candy though. I just couldn't tell where it was coming from. I kept struggling, "What the hell!?" I half screamed. "Let me go!!!" I was very upset…to say the least. My thirst was still there but defiantly not as strong. I could actually think now…

He finally released his grip from around my waist. I turned around to say some thing but the words caught in my throat when I saw his expression. The boy just stared at me, his breath taking face looked like he was amazed and discussed at the same time. I was confused but as he kept staring at me I realized why he was giving me the discussed look. I realized what I had just done. The red candy…..it was….blood…and I had just…oh my god……My breathing slowed and my eyes widened as reality hit me.

I looked at the boy and whispered "I killed someone…didn't I?" he just nodded. I walked backwards until my body hit a wall. I slid down it until my butt hit the floor. What had I done? I looked at my hands and realized they were covered in dried blood. My eyes widened with horror. I….had…..killed someone….

My body started shaking in convulsions as I stared sobbing. (A/N In my story they can cry real tears. It just doesn't feel right writing about people that can't cry. I know its one of the things that makes them less human but I am going to try to hang on to their humanity for as long as possible. Ok? So in my story the cry venom. Got it?) I had killed some one……I had, literally, sucked the life out of a living, breathing person. And I thought it was candy! Of all things! I thought I was drinking candy! I continued crying uncontrollably. I was such a terrible, demonic, stupid person! I was such an idiot! I was-.

"Please don't cry." He said.

"What?" I ask.

"It's not your fault." The boy said, walking to me. He sat down next to me and wiped the tears away from my face. I could feel the shock and confusion cross my face. How could he say that? How could he even stand to be in the same room as me? I had just killedsomeone. Why wasn't he pulling out a cell phone and ratting me out to the cops or committing me to an insane asylum? Why wasn't he running away from me? Why…?

He wasn't doing any of these things. He was just sitting next to me, looking me square in the eye. The disgust that I had seen in his face before was gone; in its place was a look of sympathy. "I should have stayed and explained things first." He said "I'm sorry"

I shot him a questioning look. Why was he being so kind? "Who are you?" I asked. I looked at him suspiciously. It was nothing personal; I just never trusted any one until I knew them. Hot guys who save my life are no exceptions. He looked at me and smiled.

"My name is Kale"

Chapter Six: The Lies of Monsters

His name was Kale Jonathan Kahl (pronounced like call) and he was a vampire. And so was I.