Next chapter, yay!
Not much to say about this chapter, except enjoy!
Also, does anyone notice that after you get sick in the winter the rest of the winter until Summer you still feel sick? I despise the cold xD
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"Lulu?"
Ricky's voice shook me out of the blackness of sleep. I didn't dream of anything but deep chuckles and warmth, which left me puzzled. Usually I dreamed a little more vividly then that. But I had more pressing matters to deal with, like how bright the god damn sun was. I groaned, my eyes hurting from the exposure, and asked Ricky to get me my sunglasses that were in my jacket pocket. Damn hangovers. Ricky handed me my glasses and sat on my bed. "Feeling better?"
"Eh?" My mouth wouldn't form words at the moment, something Ricky seemed to expect.
"David took us home last night I guess, I don't remember, but everyone's been hungover all morning." I looked around and indeed we were back at Claire's house. Did I fall asleep at the cave? I couldn't remember anything after the Chinese food. I groaned suddenly, having to sit up with a hangover did that to a person, and asked if the others were awake. He nodded and said they were down in the kitchen. Wonderful, a group hangover. Those were always so much fun.
Before going to the kitchen I walked past a mirror in the hallway and cringed. I looked like crap. I took my glasses off and squinted. Yep, definitely looked hungover. Sticking out my tongue in displeasure I walked into the kitchen and saw Rose resting her head on the table. Cheyenne was next to her, sunglasses on and looking extremely annoyed. I'm guessing her Walkman didn't exactly make her feel good at the moment. Claire was probably still sleeping.
"Morning girls." I grumbled, taking the seat on the other side of Rose. "What's so good about it?" Was what I got as a reply. My head was pounding again but that was only because of some strange pounding sound that I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. "Do...you guys hear a pounding?" I asked, looking around me to locate the source of the noise. Ricky looked up from his cereal and shook his head, confused.
"Yeah, it's been going off in my head for the past hour." Rose wailed, clutching her head. Cheyenne only nodded and put a couple fingers to her temple. I didn't know what the noise was but it was growing fainter, so I shrugged it off as a hangover headache. Ricky knew none of us would go to the comic book store with him, so he asked me if he could take his bike down. I didn't see any harm in that. He had his knife, he knew who to avoid, and it was just down at the beach, so I nodded. By popular vote none of the rest of us decided to go out, none of us having the energy to make it past the living room now. Rose passed out on the love seat, sprawled all over it, so Cheyenne and me took the couch.
Claire came down after an hour, looking slightly less crappy then us but still hungover. "That's the last time I eat anything from them." She snapped, falling on the couch to lay on our laps. She was thin enough so she wasn't heavy against my legs, but now I couldn't get up. We stayed like that, watching TV with the sound turned down, pretty much all day.
Ricky came back after night had fallen and I was feeling much better by the time he came home. In fact all of our hangovers had ended as soon as the sun went down, oddly enough. Rose woke up from her sleep the second the sun passed down below the water outside, her eyes wide and alert. Claire got off of us and stretched while me and Cheyenne ventured into the kitchen to get something to eat. I poured myself more juice and took a sip, sifting through a fashion magazine Ricky brought back for me. As soon as the liquid hit my lips my stomach turned and pain shot up throughout my body. I gasped and clutched my stomach, falling to the ground with a thud. Cheyenne gave a little yelp and fell down too. From what I could see she was clutching her stomach too. Whimpering a little I tried to focus on getting some pain medicine. When I stood up the pain got larger and my knees buckled, sending me to the ground again with a groan. The room was spinning, my stomach was clenching, I could hear my heart pounding in my head, and all around me groans and moans were sounding off, along with Ricky's questions in high falsetto. They seemed to echo off the very walls. It was all too confusing.
After what felt like an hour the pain subsided, leaving me with a strange craving and tears in my eyes. I could smell something but I couldn't figure out what the smell was. It seemed like every pore in my body was screaming for whatever was making the scent though. I ignored it for the moment and looked at my sister, who had stopped flinching and gasping. Her eyes were closed, giving me the impression that she passed out. But no, as soon as I stood up, rather shakily, her eyes shot open and she gasped again.
"What the hell was that?" I heard Rose moan from in the living room. Cheyenne and I stumbled back into the living room to find Rose had fallen off the love seat and Claire was out cold from her spot in front of the couch. Ricky was hovering over her, shaking her shoulders a little. Her breathing was coming out in shallow gasps, and I went to her with concern. "Claire?" I uncurled her to see her pain hadn't subsided yet. It was slightly off from ours but after about ten seconds her breathing slowed and her eyes focused on me. "Lulu...? Shit, what the hell just happened?"
I shrugged, not having an answer, but my mind flew to Ricky. He looked fine, albeit a bit pale and shaky from us having some sort of group seizure. Then I smelled it again. It was coming from Ricky, who saw me staring at him and moved back. I blinked and moved backwards at the same time but some sort of inner beast was screaming at me to pounce. I tried to locate the scent and I was floored to find out it was Ricky's blood. I could hear his heart beating in perfect rhythm and it sent a shock wave through my body. His blood sang to me, begging me to taste it, all the while I felt my teeth grow ever so slightly somehow. Everything in my screamed at me to pounce, to rip, to feed, to kill.
I couldn't. I went against my instincts and the beast inside and turned around, away from Ricky. I almost ran into Cheyenne while I dashed into the kitchen and clutched the table for support. "Lu? What's wrong?" I heard Cheyenne come beside me, and felt her touching my face to see if I had a fever, but I flinched away from her. I couldn't let her see my face. Without saying a word I ran out the back door.
Outside I could breath easier. Nothing called to me. The night air was actually warm and inviting. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the boardwalk. For some reason I was comforted in the fact that it was dark. No one would bother me I knew, and there was no sun to annoy me and nobody to keep myself from attacking. Why did I want to attack Ricky anyway? He was my baby brother, what possible reason would my body have to want me to attack him?
Oddly enough the ground felt cold while I walked on it, barefoot since I was in too much of a hurry to grab my shoes, but the wind seemed warmer. The night seemed calmer then it usually did. Letting out a sigh I kept walking down the road, then I heard shuffling behind me. Rose and Cheyenne had followed me out, Claire apparently staying behind so she could watch Ricky, or maybe it was the other way around. They were worried about me I knew but I was more concerned for their safety then I was for mine.
"Did you feel...different after we had that pain in our stomachs?" I asked quietly, not really looking where I was walking, instead looking at the sky, filled with stars. Rose handed me my knife that I forgot and I pocketed it, feeding off the false security it gave me.
"Yeah, I felt...weird. I heard that pounding again only louder." She replied, shrugging. Cheyenne nodded, "Smelled something too. Whatever that smell was I sure wanted more of it, but I still dunno what it was."
Blood. I didn't want to tell them that. Cheyenne had enough to deal with right now, and Rose was just too happy to be burdened by the fact that she wanted to drinking someone's blood. When we got to the boardwalk I wasn't even tired. We had walked probably twenty minutes, going at a snails pace, but my legs still felt like I just started walking. I had to find the Lost Boys, maybe they'd give me an explanation. On the way down to the beach I caught a look at the Frog Brother's comic store. Briefly I wondered how they were, until something stopped me and all the air in my lungs was released. Vampire...they gave me that comic about vampires, and it all made sense to what was going on with me, with us. I looked up at the shop in horror and backed away, as quick as I could. I craved Ricky's blood, that's why I wanted to attack him earlier. Rose and Cheyenne gave me a startled look and followed me hurriedly when I ran away.
I stopped outside of the merry go round and crumpled onto the bench, sobbing into my hands. How did this even happen? And what would happen now? I didn't know how to be a vampire, nor did I want to be one. I don't know how long my resolve would hold out. I didn't know where Rose or Cheyenne were, but it appeared I had lost them. Shit, now I had to go find them and tell them what we were. Suddenly a hand on my shoulder made me shriek and jump off the bench. I spun around and saw Dwayne holding his hands up and looking at me. With a sniff I brushed the tears out of my eyes and looked away, "Hi Dwayne. Where's everyone else?"
"Around. What's wrong with you?" I felt him step closer and sit us both on the bench. I sighed, ready to tell him, because I mean he was a strange person, maybe he'd believe me, when my newly acquired senses sniffed out something odd. He didn't have any blood that called to me. His blood was just that, blood. I didn't crave it or smell it for that matter. With him looking at me with raised eyebrows I sniffed his neck, then sniffed my own wrist. Neither the two called to me. They were...the same.
My eyes widened and I jumped off the bench, flipping out my switchblade in defense, even though my rationality was telling me it would do no good against him. Realization seemed to dawn on his face and he gave me a look. A look that said, please, as if you can actually get away. I bumped into somebody while I backed up and that someone slung their arms around my waist and took the hand that held my knife. I didn't even have to look up to know it was Paul. I cringed and looked around and there they were, Marko and David. Emerging from some unknown shadow with the grace only they could have, each of them holding my sisters gently by the arm.
"What a pleasant surprise. Where's Ricky and your other charming sister?" David asked, giving me another smug look. Anger took over and I snarled at him, fighting Paul's grip, surprisingly strong, to attack their stupid leader. "You bastard," I spat, raising eyebrows from the group, "How dare you turn us into something we don't want to be! The least you could've done was give us a warning! Something to let me know that by the next day we would want to rip our baby brother to shreds and drink his god damned blood!" I heard Rose and Cheyenne gasp at the new information, but my eyes were focused on the platinum blond in front of me.
"Oooh, she catches on quick." I heard Paul chuckle from above me. With a growl I flipped my blade around and cut him in the stomach, causing him to laugh and gasp in surprise, but he held tighter. "Feisty too, I like that."
David seemed to contemplate my words for a moment, before he motioned for everyone to follow him. We had no choice, seeing as how the boys kept a firm grip on all of us, David having given Cheyenne over to Dwayne. Their fearless leader took us to their bikes, where he looked at me. "You have to come with us, now. We're not going to waste time dawdling with your four, there's something you'll want to see."
"Can't. As thrilling as your offer is, Ricky and Claire are still waiting for us to get back." I snapped, ignoring the shiver I got when Paul let go of me to straddle his bike, blood dripping from his mesh shirt. Rose and Cheyenne hadn't said a word so far, but they were both holding their own blades casually, waiting to see if we could do anything. Lesser people had been fooled by their oh so casual stance though. I knew that at the first sign I gave them they would slice open a neck faster then you could blink. My mind told me they probably weren't fast enough to fool a vampire however. I crossed my arms and stood there, daring any of the vampires to say a word. David looked at Dwayne, who nodded and took off on his bike. I followed him with my eyes for a second then looked back at the others, "May we go home then? Since I don't plan on spending my night with a bunch of blood sucking assholes who fed me and my sisters poison."
"Language, Lu, language." Paul cackled, drumming an invisible beat on his handlebars again. I stared at him, didn't he even feel that cut? It was shallow yes but it was still bleeding. My nose twitched at the scent. It smelled more satisfactory then Dwayne's, like it was calling to me. It smelled good. I stood there, not knowing what to do or if I could go, for ages. Everyone else seemed content to just sit in silence. Marko was patting Rose's leg good naturedly, trying to re-assure her I guess and Paul looked at me with a sneaky grin, like he wanted to eat me. I would not be surprised at all if he did. David had a hold of Cheyenne again, who was blinking up at him with concealed fear. Finally their eyes shifted when Dwayne came back, "Let me go you beach tanned ass!" My eyes widened at the voice. Claire was clutched between him and the handlebars, swearing and squirming to get free. "You abducted my sister? What the hell? What did you do with Ricky?!"
"I told Dwayne to take little Ricky to our place. He's safer there anyway." David stated, revving up his bike now. My jaw dropped and I looked at him incredulously. Claire was deposited on the back of David's bike, something she swore loudly at, while Cheyenne was traded to Dwayne, who wrapped an arm around her and placed her in front of him, much to her chagrin. Paul patted the spot behind him on his bike, giving me a wink while he did. I snarled but sat behind him anyway, wrapping my arms around him hesitantly. If they were going to kidnap my sisters I had no choice but to follow.
Without a word everyone drove off, Paul howling again, causing me to feel the vibrations in his stomach when he did so, and Claire shouting swear words, but otherwise everyone was silent while we drove to an unknown destination. I watched everything drive by in shock. Yesterday it all looked like a blur, not everything was going by in slow motion. I could see everything while Paul drove by it. Now I understood how they never crashed, they could see everything. Without realizing it my fingers started twisting around themselves, something I do when I get nervous or frightened, and I felt Paul purr from his stomach, his blood dripping onto my fingers slowly. My fingers halted immediately and I blushed and wiped the blood off on his pants, not caring that it was red against white.
We stopped below a hill with a tree, over looking the dip below it that was obviously the beach. I saw a firelight glowing ominously from the other side of the hill, making me weary of what we were doing. The boys dismounted and ran over to the tree, each of them taking up a position in it, watching whatever was on the other side of the hill with intent interest. We stayed back, sitting on the boys motorcycles uncomfortably, Claire simmering still.
"Come here girls. You won't want to miss this." David commanded. I glared at him but something in me pulled me toward them, heeding his order. The others followed suit, and I stood on a branch in between Marko and Paul. Below us a group of drunk surfers were having a beach party. A huge bonfire sat in the middle, which explained the glow of fire I saw before. I pursed my lips and looked at David, "And we're here because...?"
"Initiations over girls, time to join the club." All the boys cackled and suddenly I saw all their faces in perfect clarity. Their teeth grew into fangs and their faces got sharper, their eyes red and orange, their fingernails grown into claw like talons. Vampires. I swallowed my scream and looked up at Marko, who grinned back with his teeth. Paul winked at me when I looked at him and Dwayne just laughed. Rose really did scream. Revulsion rose in my throat and I felt like throwing up, but they weren't done there. In a blink of an eye they ascended on the surfers. I closed my eyes and looked away, shielding Rose's eyes while I was at it, but we could still hear the screams. The terrible, soul shattering, screams. And their laughter, and cheers, above it all.
The smell of blood was in the air, and it took all my self restraint not to look, to keep Rose from looking. If we looked, we were done. I wouldn't kill someone, no matter how hungry I was. It was murder. With a scream I threw myself and Rose out of the tree and ran back to their motorcycles. Claire had Cheyenne in her grasp and was following me, gasping and crying. I collapsed on one of the bikes, my mind didn't make out who's, and heaved a breath, trying to forget the screams. The smell was still there, surrounding me and covering me until I couldn't breath. I felt my fangs grow but I refused to go back to the tree. I'd just have to live with the smell.
It lasted only a few minutes but we were ages scarred. I couldn't hear anymore screams but I could still hear their howling and laughing. I could hear Cheyenne gasping for breath like she was hyperventilating and Claire trying to calm her in vain. Rose was sobbing and shuddering on my shoulder, mumbling about monsters and blood. I didn't know how they could kill that easily and enjoy it. Was that our destiny? Were we too going to kill and like it? Were we to become murderers? Steeling my eyes I resolved not to. I couldn't. I had morals, I had humanity. My eyes softened when I looked at my sisters. Or at least, I wouldn't let them.
I saw movement on the top of the hill and jumped off the bike, holding Rose slightly behind me. They strolled up, panting and grinning, their clothes torn and their hair messed up, but they looked satisfied. More then satisfied, they looked like they wanted to do it again, and inadvertently I thought they'd look the same after sex, which made me ashamed to even think about. The smell of blood came with them, making my stomach lurch in a pleasant way, making my shame deeper. I did take notice that Paul's wound had healed now. David was the first to speak, "You never grow old. And you never die." He paused and I felt a tear run down my cheek, "But you must feed." I closed my eyes and sobbed, trying to ignore their cackling. I couldn't become that.
To my surprise no one pried me away from my sister and I was free to cry with her. I didn't know how long I was crying but they stayed in the tree and let us all let it out. I didn't care where they were, they could go to hell for all I cared. Sniffling I brushed the remaining tears out of my eyes and saw they were all in the tree again, talking softly. Bastards.
"Better?" I asked Rose after a second. I looked at her again. Her shoulder racking sobs had subsided and her face was blotchy, but her eyes looked slightly empty. She was peering out into the darkness, obviously trying to figure out the whole situation. I looked to the side and saw Claire giving Cheyenne little pats on the back and comforting noises. Cheyenne was still crying softly, burying her face into our eldest sisters shirt. "Take me home please." Rose whispered.
"You have to feed sometime," David spoke loudly, hearing my request. "Otherwise you'll starve yourselves out."
"Then we'll die." I snarled, getting on the back of Paul's bike. In a second David was beside us, staring at me hard. "You won't die. You'll starve until finally the urge to feed will be too much. You feel that beast inside you, demanding you feed? It will get out of control and kill anyone around you, regardless of who it is. Do you really want to murder your little brother?"
I glared at him, not trusting his words. None of us would ever kill Ricky. I had enough self control and i'm sure my sisters did too. Even so, i'd have the Frog Brothers stake us before we ever attacked anyone. I flipped him off and turned my head so I wouldn't see him. Lucky me, Dwayne was on the other side of the bike already, smirking down at me like I was the troublemaker of the group. He had already wrenched Cheyenne from Claire's grasp and I saw her sniffling from behind him. Snarling I flipped him off too. I could only look in front of me, where Paul was now sitting.
"Take us home, please." I asked in my most pleading voice. Paul looked pained, something I never saw on his face before, and looked at David. After a second more of staring at me I felt David's eyes shift off of me, presumably to Paul. When I heard the motorcycle starting I figured David gave Paul permission. I called him all manner of names in my head and refused to look at any of them as we drove off.
Hm, seems a tad rushed, but i'm much too lazy to revise it a million times more. Lemme know what you guys think, meaning Read and Review, please!