Chapter One
My brain was pounding against my skull as I woke up. This proves that I had a hangover. And also the fact that my ring tone with giving me a migraine even when it was on low.
"Bonjour?" I love using non-english words when I wake up, it's so much fun. Also it's supposed to boost my intelligence or some shit.
"Well, good to know you're not dead" my best-friend, Ryan Blake, was on the other end of the phone.
"Great to hear your voice so early in the morning" I responded with as much attitude I could muster with my hangover. I took in my scenery; pool, palm trees, a hotel. Yep, I was in the backyard of a dingy motel.
"It's ten thirty" I could practically hear the smile in his voice. "And, I need your help. It's urgent" every time he says this to me, it's about his one-night-stand. Every time!
"Is she possessive? Refuses to leave? Did she give you herpes? Crabs? Rabies?"
"No! You know I'm always safe. She's just, really hard to get rid of…that's where you come in handy! I just need you to come in here, pretend you're my girlfriend/wife, whatever, and get her outta here" I started chuckling halfway through his speech. He's never been great with getting rid of girls, so he leaves me the dirty work of getting them out of there every morning. I'm not exadurating!
"Such a gentleman. Okay, I'll be there in fifteen-"
"Fifteen minutes? Where are you?" and there's the tricky question. I had a slight idea of where I was, I just couldn't pinpoint it.
"Somewhere with a dingy motel and crappy pool"
"And you say I'm bad. Okay, I'll see you in fifteen"
"By honey bear" the last thing I heard was his laugh. I put my phone back in my back pocket, and started walking around. It didn't take long for me to find other people passed out from the party last night.
"Lexi!" someone, who I was trying to dodge, yelled behind me.
"Oh, hey Max. What are you doing?" Ryan has his bad habits of sleeping around, well, I guess I may have spent too much time with him. Max is my latest one-night-stand, but I don't think he knows it yet.
"Nothing much baby. You wanna, I don't know, grab lunch or something?" the look in his eyes wanted to make me barf. Some guys can do the whole 'looking innocent', but he cannot! And, it did not go well with his blond hair and grey eyes. It just made him look pathetic.
"Oh, I would, but I need to get back to my boyfriend. Thanks anyway though"
"Boyfriend? What about last night?" I started slowly backing away from him, but he took a step closer to me, almost threatening.
"I don't remember anything last night. I think Toby may have slipped something in my drink, you know him" I turned my back of him, and started speed walking out of there. When I turned a close corner, I started running full speed (500 k/h) back home where Ryan was. It only took me ten minutes to get there (three was wasted because I had no idea where I was, and one minute because I really needed to get coffee). I took in the one story cottage that I called home. My silver crappy piece of shit I called a car was in the garage next to Ryan's red expensive looking Jeep. Then, on the curb, was a silver convertible that I had never seen in my life; this must be Ryan's wannabe girlfriend. I walked towards the door, and yanked it open.
"Honey, I'm home" I called out. I could hear rustling in the kitchen, and then a preppy looking blonde stepped out of the doorway.
"Who are you?" she asked me rudely. I was thinking of going easy on her, but she just gave me a reason to kill her.
"Excuse me? I live here, who are you?" I had the pleasure of seeing her back away from me. Ryan stepped out of his bedroom then with horrified eyes.
"Honey, wha-what are you doing home? You told me you wouldn't be home until tomorrow night" gotta love his acting skills, if I didn't know any better, I would have fallen for his act.
"Honey? Who is she Rye-Rye?" I nearly doubled over laughing, but I contained myself. She stepped over to Ryan protectively, like I might pounce on him. She looked around 5'9 maybe even 6'0, defiantly not a model, hardly any boobs, or curves. I had no idea why Ryan does this to poor girls like her.
"I'm his wife! Now, I would appreciate it if you got your fake boobs out of my husband's face!" I know, I know. I said she didn't have any boobs, but I'm kicking her out of his place, may as well make her feel a little good. She looked between us, shocked at what she had discovered.
"Oh, I am so sorry. I-I'll leave now" I started fake crying to make it seem like I loved my 'husband'.
"I don't want you coming near him again!" I screamed at her. She ran out of the house as if it may eat her, although that would be awesome. I was brought out of the thoughts with the sound of clapping behind me. I turned around to see Ryan smirking at me.
"Bravo! You deserve an Oscar" he stated proudly. His black hair was shinny with water, as he had just come out of the shower. His brown eyes twinkled with pride as he watched me.
"Why, thank you. Although, I'm not the only one who deserves an Oscar; you did great!"
"Hmm, those compliments never get old, you know" we chuckled as we walked into the kitchen. The table was surrounded with food; pancakes, fruit, juice, everything. We sat down at opposite ends of the table and started eating.
"You know, I like you having possessive girls over. They seem to make great breakfast" I said before taking my first bite of the pancake on my plate. As soon as the food hit my tongue, I wanted to run to the bathroom and scrub off the taste. It looked like my plate wasn't the only thing; Ryan had turned completely green compared to his yellowish completion.
"I spoke too soon" I cried before running into the bathroom and emptying out the contents of my stomach. From the sounds of running in the kitchen, I'd say I wouldn't be going in there anytime soon.
"So, that decides it; no more one-night-stands cooking ever!" I bellowed while cleaning the dishes. Ryan was drying and putting them away.
"You have my vote" mumbling, Ryan put the last of the dishes in the cupboard. He started walking towards the lounge room when I lost my footing, and fell. He was at my side in seconds.
"Are you okay?" he asked, really worried.
"I am, thanks grandpa" I put on a western accent, and slid passed him. He caught my arm, twirling me back towards him.
"When was your last feeding?" sighing, I had no choice but to answer him.
"Two weeks ago, maybe" his glare was enough for to tower back. I've seen him get angry (I accidently set his Elvis valuables on fire) and I really don't want to see it again. Of course he didn't hit me or anything, but he scared the be-Jesus outta me!
"I'll go feed now if you want?" it came out more of a question, but he still answered.
"Yes" I was on my way to the door when he started going through precautions about being injured "-and don't get killed!" I snorted before leaving the house. He can be so over protective, and we're not even related! He's been my best friend for two years now, so I have to listen to him. I started walking down the street, clearing my thoughts along the way. It only takes a few minutes to get to town a.k.a. Strigoi territory. I love living in Texas, the Strigoi population is amazing! And everyone is surprisingly nice, except the rich people; they're trying to sell out everyone from living here. I don't attend school, well, Ryan doesn't let me attend. He say's someone could recognise me, but I know the real reason; he's scared for everyone's safety of me. What can I say, I make an impression. I was only a few metres away from an alley when I felt the usual sense on nauseous running through my body; looks like my food is here. I followed the alley, but no Strigoi were in sight. There was a doorway though, so naturally, I decided to follow it. My senses were kicking in as the nauseous was getting stronger. I heard voices down the hall, which means they're not too far away.
"I'm telling you, the Slayer is kickass. But, I think we could take him down" one said. To be honest, I felt a little offended that they called me a man. I'm not sexist or anything, but I just want to stick with being a girl for the time being.
"The Slayer is not kickass. He's just a nonsense that needs to get disposed of. Once I get rid of him, I. Will. Rule" What a nice guy. Planning to kill me for him to rule, sounds great. My thirst was getting the better of me, so I decided to step out and expose myself.
"Um, hey; I just wanted to know where the bathroom is…" the Strigoi looked at me like I was candy of something. I could practically see the venom dripping from their mouths. One of the Strigoi had black hair and would have had blue eyes, but were now crimson, and the other had white hair and grey eyes, that were now ringed in red.
"Pathetic human. Stupid enough to ask us where the bathroom is" the white haired one said, which was the same one saying he was going to rule.
"Who said I was human?" I chuckled like it was the most obvious answer in the world. They looked at each other for a split second, but that was all I needed. I ran up behind blue eyes and snapped his neck. The other one tried to come behind me, but I could sense him. I spun around and ripped his head off his shoulders. Crimson blood now covered my favourite blue blouse that I got a few days ago, but my thirst got the best of me. I started drinking, and after a full minute, both the Strigoi were dry of any blood. I couldn't feel anymore Strigoi within miles, but that didn't stop me from snooping around. It looked too much like the place the others had trapped me in two years ago. Every hallway I turned down, I felt like I was one step closer to something. I finally, after a good ten minutes, found what looked like a meeting room. The walls were white, with hardly any furniture; only a long table and three chairs. There was a whiteboard screwed into the far wall, with red writing on it. As I stepped closer, I could see what it was.
St. Rathal's Academy
St. Jordan's Academy Slayer = dead
St. Anna's Academy New army recruits
St. Vladimir's Academy
St. Basil's Academy
Oh Shit! They're attacking schools to get new members of Strigoi to kill me. Well, I didn't know I had a fan club. I took out my phone from my back pocket and started taking pictures, then I realised something; St. Vladimir's. My old school was going to get attacked by people who are planning my funeral. That means my family, and a few friends will most likely die because of me! Fuck My Life! Why does life have to be so difficult? I quickly ran out of the room, trying to remember what doors I came through to get in there. After half an hour, I finally found freedom. It was around noon now, and all I wanted to do was get home and pack my bags. It only took five seconds for me to reach home, but I didn't waste time in getting my shit together.
"What's wrong?" Ryan, sounding frantic, asked from my bedroom door. He found me in a compromising position; bending over.
"Look at these" I yelled, handing him the phone. He flinched from my tone of voice, but otherwise caught the phone. After a few seconds of silence, apart from me, he finally spoke up.
"I'm guessing you're going home?" he sounded deflated. Like what you sound like after a really hard day at work.
"I am home; I'm just going on 'vacation'. I'll be back, I promise" I hadn't realised I'd stopped packing and was looking straight at him until he gave me a huge bear hug.
"I'm going to miss your witty comments about everything" he whispered in my ear.
"Likewise, brother" It was a term we used when people would ask of our relation, so we just stuck with 'brother' and 'sister', because deep down, we know we're related. He finally pulled back with tears in his eyes.
"Don't cry, who knows what that will do to your ego." He started laughing, and seconds later, I joined him. This is probably the last moment we'll have together like this; laughing and joking around. It actually made me want to cry, but I didn't, because I know we'll see each other again. Maybe…