Vampire Nightmares Chapter 2, a transformers fanfic

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Chapter 3

I storm into the house soaking wet. On my way to the Headmaster's house I had tripped and fell into a mud puddle. I slam the door with a silent scream and grab a near by vase and chuck into the wall. I hear someone in the kitchen. I don't care.

I grab another vase and throw it to the wall. I slid to the floor with a gasp of pain. I lift my shirt to reveal the bloody bandage around my waist. I close my eyes and just lay against the wall. I let my shirt fall in defeat and take calming breaths.

Thats when it hit me again. The vision is back. I head flips back, smacking it against the wall. I see the living room disappearing. Pain shoots through my temples making me slam my fist down against the floor.

I hear a crack. During my visions I am at my strongest. I don't know why. I just am. I can also talk during them.

But there painfully.

"Daddy." I whisper, though I don't know why.

I see Headmaster walk in from the kitchen. I'm mouthing words I barely understand myself. I slam my back against the wall. I feel a dent. Headmaster rushes towards me.

"Frag!" I curse.

The Headmaster stares at me in shock. My eyes flutter closed. I slump forward and into the arms of Headmaster. My vision is starting. Its going to be a long ride.

*Towa's vision*

Towa watches peacefully as mother and father fight again. They only fight over Towa. Its always her. No matter what she do, its always her.

"No, she broke the door to her room again!" Yelled father.

"Shes only a little girl learning to deal with new powers! Just give her time." Mother yells right back.

They don't know shes watching.

"I've given her three years! THREE!"

"Shes only 5!"

"6 in 2 more months!"

"So shes still young!"

"No youngs 3 or younger! Shes 5! Shes suppose to already get a handle on this!"

"I don't fu …"

Towa interrupts her mother.

"Mommy. Daddy. Stop yelling." She whispers.

"Towa, you're suppose to be in bed." Mother says calmly while father stands frozen in place.

"I couldn't sleep." She whispers again.

Towa wobbles a bit and falls on her aft. Mother races over and helps her up.

"Lets go to be, sweetspark." Mother says quietly.

Mother picks Towa up and takes her back to her room. Her room has rainbows and unicorns everywhere.

*End or vision*

I awoke with a start. I sit up painfully. My stomach rolls around and around. I turn to the side and dry heave. I lay back down when I finishing heaving.

"Frag it!" I curse.

I can still speak. But only until the vision effects wear off.

"You're awake." Someone says hugging me to death.

"Let go!" I snarl.

My killer headache is killing me.

"Sorry, sorry."

I recognize the voice as Headmaster. I groan and roll over onto my side.

"Towa, you scared the klunk out of me."

"Not my fault. You're the one who 'wanted' me." I moan.

"Wanted was correct."

I hear the door slam open.

"Is she okay? What happened? She awake? I should over never left her alone."

"Four?" I ask questonaly.

"You're awake." Four cheers and leaps on top of me. He smothers my face in kisses.

"Get … off … of … me!" I stutter, embarrassed by all the kissing.

"Sorry. I was just so worried when I found out. I mean. Like I know I just met you and everything but still."

Four's eyes pop open at the same time that Headmaster realized that I can talk.

"You talk?" They both said in unision.

"Only at my weakest moments."

"Thats crazy." Four says.

"You try getting so strong that you break things and having a major headache while see things."

"See things?" Headmaster asks.

"I see …." My voice runs out.

My headache disappears and all the other side effects of visions. I try to speak again but I can't.

"You're not weak anymore. You're all better now. You must not be able to speak." Headmaster says, talking slowly like hes trying to understand why a snail goes faster than a jackrabbit.

I nod my head and try to stand. My legs give way and I fall. I don't even bother to get up. Or to do anything. When Four tries to help me up I slap his hand away, rejecting his help.

I rest my hands in my lap and just stare at them, fighting back the tears that are now stinging my eyes like the trackerjacket I ran into in the woods when I was 10. I hang my head lowly and just stare, my fingers making imaginary designs on my pants.

"Towa are you okay?" Headmaster asks.

I nod my head slowly. Lying to save my aft from explaining.

"Are you sure? I mean. You can tell your dad anything."

I grab my knife from my pocket and start to twirl it. Completely ignoring him.

"Towa, listen what happened. You completely destroyed our living room."

I don't make any sign of hearing him. The truth is his voice is getting quite distant. My eyes pop open and I drop the knife. I clutch my head and scream quietly. I rock back and forth.

This isn't a full on vision. So its going to hurt more. I close my eyes and cry. I get onto my knees and lean forward. It always helps with this kind of pain.

My screaming becomes louder and louder. I open my eyes and everything's covered in blood.

"Its just an illusion. Just an illusion." I tell myself over and over again.

*My vision*

I look around. This vision in the same room. The only thing different is that giant robots are in the room. As in giant I mean about 30 or 25 feet high.

"DarkNight you are finally awaking. When you hit the age of 18 you will see and become something entirely different." The one with blue and red paint and flames on the side says.

He is easily the biggest.

"Go back to your world. Enjoy what has been given to you." The one with pink and purple paint says.

I'm shucked out of that time.

*End of vision*

I suck in a deep breath and breath. I'm still rocking back and forth, holding my head. Four's kneeling next to me trying to pry my hands away from my face. I lean to him, crying my eyes out. I feel so heavy.

"Towa, listen to me. Towa." Four keeps repeating.

I let go of my head and stop rocking. I look up into his gray cloudy eyes. He stares right back in shock.

"Your eyes are bright, bright blue."

I nod my head in understanding. I'm barely able to keep my head up. I'm covered in sweat and tears.

"Shh, its okay. You have no need to worry."

My eyes roll into the back of my head and I start to shake. Everythings black. I can't see anything.

I whisper something that chills everybody to the core.

"Its coming."

I wake up. Having no memory of what happened in the last few months. This happens. When I get out of order, my schedule gets all whacked up, I can't remember what happened and why it does. Faces are unfamiliar.

I can't remember anything, only that something changed. This is why I chose to live on the streets. Its because if I went and got adoptive I wouldn't remember them. I look around the unfamiliar place. I don't like it.

Not one bit. I slowly get up. My body aching in pain. I whimper. Only remembering one word I haven't used in forever.

"Daddy." I silently cry, terrified.

I'm hyperventilating now. I can't breathe. I start to choke. Someone storms in, clearly worried.

"Towa what is it?" The person says.

I don't know him. Who is he. I scurry to a corner and hide behind the desk.

"Towa, get out of there." He says again.

I'm scared. I try to control my breathing, but I can't. He approaches me cautiously. He kneels down in front of me. He stretches out his hand only to have it smashed by a vase.

The vase shattered. He screams in agony and I punch him in the face. I see the blood pouring out of his hand. And I whimper. I see someone rush through the door.

I scoot closer to the wall and flail my legs. I kick the vase guy in the gut. Then the face. The door guy rushes over and drags Vase guy away.

"Towa, what the hell are you doing?" Door guy says.

I cock my head to the side.

Whose Towa? Why do they keep saying that name? Didn't Vase guy say that?

"Towa are you listening?" Door guy says again.

I shake my head at the word Towa.

"What?"

I use the blood from the floor and write on my forearm.

Whose Towa? I ask.

"Thats you." Door guy says in shock.

Vase guys still nursing his wounds.

No. I am no name. I have no name.

"Yes you do. Don't you remember us."

I shake my head.

"Why?"

I wipe the blood off my arm and start again.

It happens when things don't happen in order.

"Has this happened before?"

I nod my head and silently sigh.

"How do you know?"

I remember little things. Sometimes I remember that something changes, just never what changed.

"Why?"

I don't know. It just happens. But why am I explaining this to you. I don't even know you.

"You've spent the last few days here. I decided to adopt you." Vase guy says.

"Yeah, he's your dad and I'm your brother." Door guy says.

Nope. I said I wouldn't get adopted. I only hurt people.

"Well, we did. Against your will. You were brought to us by Hunter. When he said you lived on the streets we had to help. I was a little hesitant at first.

"But when I saw you. I knew I was sold. You looked like you were in so much pain that it hurt just to throw you back out there. So I agreed, and then we became very close. It happened during a fight.

"You won with a little prank called the fake shot. It was freaking cool."

I did that. Frag, was it human?

"Yeah, the biggest bully in school."

Of course I fragging beat that guy. I can't even die. Its up setting. I mean, I tried so many things.

I sighed and hung my head.

"Like what?" Vase guy asks.

I don't even know your names. I'm not telling you personal things! I scream from my arm.

We all sit there in awkward silence. I shift from foot to foot. When my belly growls it makes all of us jump. I stare down at my stomach and curse silently at it. I roll my eyes and stand.

"My names Four." Door guy says.

Like the Four from Divergent?

"Yeah. Its kinda sad really."

"My names Headmaster or dad." Vase guy says.

Like the Headmaster in Vampire Knight?

"Yes. But its a little different. You see, its from that family history. The night and day classes a …"

I cut him off by throwing a pencil cup at him. Its smacks into the side of his face.

"What was that for." He says with a little yelp.

You fragging bastard. You fragging have vampires here.

"Of course." Four says,

You idiots. Don't you know they kill every last human on this junk of a world. Don't you even care that you're putting day class students at risk.

"I do know. Yet I continue to do it. Why you might ask. Well its because not all vampires are bad. Especially Hunter.

"He keeps his kind under check, just like you and Four keep your kind under check." Headmaster says.

I'm leaving. Don't bother following me. I don't plan on coming back.

"You can't. You go to school. You must stay."

I attend no school.

By now my arms are covered in blood.

"You don't have to go to school. I won't make you if it means you staying."

I'll stay.

I didn't know it at the time, but those will be the words that changed my life forever. And when I say forever I mean forever.

"I'll stay."

Two months have past since I said those words. I got a schedule going so then I wouldn't lose my memories. Headmaster and I have been fighting over my shifts guarding the day class. I finally agreed. But I only agreed because I needed to protect the humans.

When we had that settled down I just ignored Headmaster most of the time. But I must admit he was growing on me. Which is bad, very bad. I can't allow that. I was just going to have to stop it.

I was going to bed early. Headmaster tried to talk me out of it. He was afraid I would lose my memory. Only he didn't know that 3 times a week I do this. Only to wake up quietly screaming. I know when its coming.

I'm extra tired that day. I have a horrible cold and a killer headache. While I ponder what tonight's dreams coming to be, dizziness hits me full blast. I stumble a bit. I gain my balance only to sneeze and lose it again.

I fall to the ground and tuck my knees under myself. Blackness absorbs my eyesight. Rendering me blind. I'm scared. Darkness brings back unwanted memories. I rock back and forth, trying to get my sight back.

I hear footsteps come from behind. Then I hear him rush over to me.

"Towa, what's wrong?" He asks.

Its Four. I reach blindly for his face. I come in contact with his face. I feel him stiffen. I lift my head, trying to see his face.

I can feel my eyes searching. Moving around.

"Can you see me?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"I'm right here. I won't leave your side."

I nod my head slowly. I feel him pick me up. I don't know where we're going.

"Sir, Towa has gone temporarily blind." Four says.

"Whaaa!" Screeches the Headmaster.

I tap Four's face and yawn.

"You're tired?" Four asks me.

I nod my head and snuggle close to him. I don't remember much just that I was being set down some where.

*Dream*

The worlds falling apart. It doesn't feel like earth. What's going on. I turn around a corner to see big gigantic robots fighting. The world is on fire. It must be a war. I hear guns and bombs exploding. Robots crying and screaming.

But all I can do is watch. I can't do anything. I scream and actual sound comes out. And when I do a glowing orb comes into view at impossible speed. It enters my mouth and I chock.

I fall down onto my knees, my hands clutching my throat. I scream again. Somethings not right. My dream feels so real. I'm sucked out of my dream.

*End of Dream*

I spring with a jolt. I launch out of the … whatever I was laying on … and onto the floor. I look around me. My eyesights back. YEAH. I get on my hands and knees and shakingly make my way to Four's room. When I get to the door I slowly open it.

It creaks scaring the scrap out of me. I peek in to see Four sprawled across his bed, the blanket wrapped around his legs. Hes bare chested and it looks like hes only in his boxers. I weakly make my way to his side. I tap his shoulder.

He doesn't wake up. I stare into his face. He looks so cute … wait did I just call him cute? I shake my head. I touch his shoulder again.

He wakes slowly and groggily. When he finally opens his eyes he's shocked to see me.

"What's …." He yawns and continues, "Wrong?"

I burst into tears. He wakes up immediately. He sits up and bends down to touch me. I resist the urge to flinch when our skin makes contact. I cry into his shoulder.

"Here, stand up." He tells me.

He lets me go and I try to stand but my legs feel like jelly. Four sighs and helps me up. He lays me down in his bed and he crawls in after me. He covers me up with his blue comforter and lays down next to me on top of it. I cry into his chest trying to control my sobs.

He rubs my back gently around in circles. I affectively calm down enough to feel the power of sleep looming of my mind. I hear the snores of Headmaster in the other room. I snuggle close to Four's chest and slip into unconsciousness.

I wake up alone in Four's room. It took me a while to realize what happened last night. But it slowly came back to me. I sit up slowly and rub my eyes. I yawn and stretch, wincing when I feel a pull in my side.

I lift my shirt and look down to see a big bump right under my showing rib cage. I prob the area and silently cry out. I can't remember how that got there. I slowly stand up.

My balance stays. I sigh gratefully. I walk out of Four's room and head to the kitchen. Headmaster and Four were talking in a hushed voice. They had their backs facing me and didn't notice that I had entered.

I walk to the fridge thats to my right and open it very quietly. They haven't noticed I've entered yet. They talk so quietly that I have to strain my ears to hear. And even then I still only catch tid bits.

"Something … wrong … got … say … help …."

"Fine … to … sir …." The only way I was able to identify who was talking was by the word sir.

I reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. I wasn't hungry, and didn't want to eat. I make sure to quietly close the door. I tiptoe to a chair and slide it out from under the table. When the chair screeched along the floor they whipped their heads in my direction.

I yawn real big and slump in the chair. That is till the pain shooting up my side got me sitting up straight, my back muscles tense, causing more pain. They looked at me all weird. I dropped my bottle of water and just looked at it as it fell to the ground. I didn't bother to pick it up, knowing that doing so would cause more than enough pain.

Four sighs and picks up the bottle. I thank him with a nod but don't bother taking the bottle back. Four sets it in front of me. I just stare, too tense to move any part of my body.

"What's wrong Towa?" Four asks.

Headmaster gets up to leave but my hand snakes out and grabs his wrist. I grind my teeth together, holding in tears that have formed and were threatening to spill over. Headmasters face softens and he sits back down.

Four hands me a pen and paper. He keeps one on him all the time now. I look down at the paper. I reach for the pen only to grimace. I grab the pen and look at the paper once again.

I start to write but then stop. I look at what I have already written.

Have you ever wondered why our world is slowly fading? Thats what I think abo …

I stare at those words. Four take the paper, my eyes training on the moving words. Four stares at them to, a look of confusion on his face. Headmaster takes the paper from him and reads it before handing it to me.

I'm slowly fading. I get weaker every day. Haven't you noticed? I go to bed early more often, my eatings no good either. You don't know it but my birthdays coming up. I had to chose one myself.

So I choose the first day that I had killed or harmed my first Killer. Do you know what it feels like to die slowly? It hurts, a lot. I write.

Four takes the paper again, only to cry out in anger. Sobs threaten to break loose. But I know if I do, it'll only make it worse. Headmaster tries to calm Four down, while shooting worried glances my way. I stare down at my twiddling fingers.

I entwine them and break them apart again and again. Four starts screaming at me. I ignore him. A tear slips past my eyes as I feel a bump forming on the side of my neck. I quickly cover it with a hand.

They can't know. I look up at Headmaster, who stares at my neck. He approaches me slowly. I stand immediately, my chair falling back against the floor. Headmaster won't stop coming.

That is until Four pushes him aside and storms upon me. I look up into his pained filled eyes. He raises a hand and smacks me across the face. My head doesn't even move. I hear a crack and look a Four's now broken wrist.

I know what he thinks. I'm a fragging freak. I grab a knife from my pocket and cut my arm. I use his face as paper.

I'm a freak. Now you've only begun to learn what I am. I write.

And with that I storm out of the house. I know hes seen the over sized lump on my neck, but I don't care anymore. I run down the darkened street, but my weakened lungs can't get enough breath. I collapse to the ground. My heart pumping in over drive just to get enough oxygen.

I'm so weak that I can't get up. My birthdays tomorrow. I don't want to die. Not yet. I feel more lumps forming.

I scream in agony, my body convulsing in waves. My body bunches up. I hear my bones breaking getting bigger. My birthday is coming. Just 4 more minutes.

I hear ripping sounds. My clothes falling in tatters to the ground. I look down. And down..

I'm at least a foot or so higher than I was minutes ago, when I was standing. I huff, and look to the sky. I see the full moon appear from behind the clouds. I lift my snout into the air and howl with all my might. I am now a wolf.

But not just any wolf. A werewolf. I've heard stories about them or me, I guess. Apparently werewolves were known to fully form at the age of 18. Well I just turned 18, on Leap Day.

Werewolves were also known for dwindling the vampire population. But werewolves were also dwindling. Only few are still alive. Some say they've been spotted around in the Hollow woods. My almost home.

I used to live there. When I was little. I lost my memory in there, and came out a little bloody, but no memory of what happened. I feel so rejuvenated after howling to the moon.

Thats when a smell catches my attention. I whirl around and there sitting on his aft is Four. He stares up at me. I snarl at him and crouch ready to pounce on him. He hold his hands up and surrender.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of this instinct to kill him. My ears flatten against my head, and I whimper, laying on my stomach. I want to scream at him. I want him to help me. But I'm a wolf, and wolves can't talk.

"Help me!" I scream at him with my mind.

He shouts and looks around.

Can he hear me? I decide to do a experiment.

"Four can you hear me?" I ask again with my mind.

"Towa, is that you? But how are you talking?"

I shake my big head, but then remember that I'm a giant wolf.

"No, I'm speaking telepathically. I don't fully understand it yet."

"But how, I mean. You're speaking." Four says dumbfounded.

"I don't know. I didn't even know I was a wolf. I knew I wasn't entirely human. No matter how many times I denied it."

"My little sis is a wolf. Oh, god no. This is bad. This is bad. What's dad going to say."

"Nothing. We tell him nothing. I'm not sure if I can control myself if it happens. I have a need to kill." I tell him slowly, not sure myself.

"We have to tell him. He will help you."

"I'm already lost. I don't see the point in continuing. I just don't want his last thoughts to be of him adopting a crazy kid. I was just getting used to having a family who cared. Even if they did care for vampires. I was even learning that not all vampires are bad."

"No, I'll make you better again. I'll take you home and take care of you."

"After I change back. I don't want Headmaster to know. I'm to scared to know what he thinks."

"But …" I cut him off.

"You can't tell. Promise me you won't tell." I beg.

"But …"

"Promise me."

"Fine. I don't like it but, I'll promise."

"Then do."

"I promise I won't tell dad, and cross my heart and hope to die." He crosses his heart in a x.

I sigh in relief. I turn on my heels and start walking down the street. When I don't hear him following I look behind me. Hes still sitting in the middle of the sidewalk staring at me.

"You coming?" I ask.

"Y-yeah." He stutters getting up.

I watch him jog up, and follow me with a hand on my furry shoulder. We walk for a while, till we reach the edge of the woods. I feel him staring at me, waiting for me to do something.

"Get on." I tell him.

"W-what. No, Towa. I can't ride you." He murmurs.

"Come on, Four. You're not scared are you?" I tease him, knowing he doesn't like it when I do that.

He glares at me and gets ready to climb on. I flatten onto my stomach, I was too tall for him. On my stomach I was just a few feet shorter than him. He gets on, and sits on the dip of my back. He fists my fur and tugs a little tight.

I growl at him.

"Easy, big boy. Not too tight." I tell him.

"Sorry, sorry." He loosens up a bit.

I stand up to my full height, and Four sways just a bit, almost falling off.

"Sorry."

I walk slowly towards the forest edge. My hipbones going up and down with every foot rise and fall. Four gripps a little tighter then loosens up remembering that it must be too tight. I stop at the forest edge and turn my head to see Four out of the corner of my eye. I laugh, a deep and warm rumble from my chest, seeing the look of his strained, and fearful gaze.

"Relax, I won't hurt you."

"No, this is just really high up." His voice cracks a bit before he shakes his head, trying to control himself.

"I guess it is. Though its not dangerous." I tell him soothingly.

"I guess." He says quietly.

I start forward, avoiding tree branches, and keeping Four balanced. Hes a little heavy. But not by much. We've been walking through the woods for several hours. Four has slowly fallen asleep on my back.

I find a perfect spot under a tree to stay the night in. I slowly fall to my knees and crawl, inches by inches, into the small bed. I roll Four off my back and snuggle close to him. I lay on my side and Four lays next to my stomach. I listen to his soft snores.

We lay like that for another hour. Its getting darker outside. Pitch black, but my eyes can see everything. I slowly fall asleep, breathing in deeply.