Chapter Three: Monday
"Ally? Ally! Allyson!" I hear a voice yell in my ear. "Jeremiah?" I ask before I open my eyes. "Yes, I let you sleep yesterday but now you have to get up," he says. I open my eyes. "Cut the light off!" I shriek. "Hm, no," he tests me. I grow my fangs and hiss at him. "Turn. The. Damn. Light. Off." "And what if I don't?" he asks. I stand up to turn the light off but fall to my knees. "Where's that cat?" I ask quietly.
"Ally, you can't live your life feeding off of animal blood," he tells me. "No, I need her… I need her emotions." My voice is raspy. "Your cat's gone. We can't have you feeding off of emotions or animal blood," he says. I look up at Jeremiah, right into his eyes… and get nothing. "Neutral. That's what I'm feeling." "I need to go out," I say. "No," he says firmly. I hear my phone ring.
"Hello?" I ask with as much energy I can muster. "Hey, Ally, wanna hang out today?" Austin asks. I look to Jeremiah who is shaking his head. "I'd love to… but I can't. Maybe some other day," I tell him. "Oh… okay," he says. "Really, I would, I want to but I can't," I tell him. "Okay, um, b-bye," he says and he hangs up. I sigh. I try to crawl to my door but Jeremiah grabs my shirt and I can't go any further.
When he finally lets go, I fall flat on my face. "Jeremiah, what can I do? It hurts so much," I say quietly. "All you can do is hunt," he says.
Jeremiah's POV:
"I know that you dumbass," she says looking up at me. Her eyes are now blood red. "Ally, Ally, um, calm down," I say. You really should be scared when a newborn's eyes turn red. "I am calm!" she yells. "Okay, I-I believe you," I tell her. She bares her fangs at me and hisses. But that hiss quickly turns into a cough and she collapses on to the floor.
I pick her up and put her on her bed. Her eyes are back to a chocolaty brown now. I clear my throat. "Um, so I'll go try to find some blood for you, okay?" I ask her. She nods her head and I walk out the room. I take out my phone and call my friend, Rowanor. "Hey, I need some fake blood," I tell him. "I'm out," he tells me. "Are you freaking kidding me?" I ask.
"Yeah my girlfriend needed it. I turned her last month," he says. I groan. "Well, I really need some and fast. Ally was drinking animal blood so her time was shortened to two weeks," I explain. "Oh, that really sucks blood," he says. I hear him laugh. "That was just corny, bro," I tell him. "You're just mad 'cause you wouldn't have thought of that," he says. "Yeah, sure," I say. "Alright, I gotta figure out what to do about this. I'll talk to you later, I guess."
"Alright, bye." I hang up. I'm screwed. I walk back into Ally's room. "Ally…" I say. "Ally?" Where'd she go? "I'm under here," a small voice says from under her bed. I turn the light off. "Thank you," she says crawling out. "Come on," I say. "Where are we going?" she asks. "To hunt," I tell her simply. She follows me outside but once the sunlight hits her, she runs back inside. She runs up to her room and I turn around to follow her.
Ally's POV:
Dear Diary/Songbook
The sun was too bright. It felt like my eyes were about to melt out of their sockets. My skin was on fire and my blood was boiling. I don't mean boiling as in mad, I mean boiling as in boiling. And now my stomach feels even worse. I wish I were human.
Love, Ally
"Can we go tonight?" I ask. "The sun burns so bad." "You know… it wouldn't burn so bad if you just drank some damned blood!" he exclaims. I run over to him and bite his neck before I remember I can't do that. So I just bite harder so it will hurt. "Um, ow?" he says. It must not have hurt as much as I wanted it to. So I just grow my claws and dig them deep into his arm.
He screams in actual pain this time. "Ally, your eyes are red," he tells me cautiously. "Good," I say. I don't know what that means, though. "Geez, that really hurt, Ally," he says. I look at his arm and see that it hasn't healed yet. "I'm sorry," I apologize. I look up. "It'll heal tomorrow at exactly 2:36 am," I tell him. "Why is it going to take that long?" "Because vampires aren't supposed to scratch other vampires. Especially if they're newborns. Be glad it didn't scar," he snaps.
I look down sheepishly. "I'm sorry," I repeat. "It's alright," he says wiping up some blood that was shed. There wasn't much blood but it was enough to make it look as if he's been bleeding for hours. "Well, there goes the last of my human blood," he says throwing away the tissue. "Shouldn't all of it have, like, evaporated or something when you turned into a full vampire?" I ask.
"No, when you turn into a full vampire, your blood doesn't go anywhere. It just kind of sloshes around inside of you until you bleed it out," he says. "Could you drink it?" I ask looking at the wastebasket he just threw the tissue in. "I told you. You can drink it but it won't quench your thirst," he tells me. "I know… but can you drink another vampire's blood?" I ask. He follows my eyes to the wastebasket. "Oh, you don't want that. It's old," he says.
"Yes, but could you?" I ask. "It'd be like drinking your own. It won't quench your thirst," he says. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Isn't there any loophole?" I ask stretching out on my bed. "Not that I know of. If I did, you know I'd tell you," he says. He begins to cradle his arm. "I'm sorry again," I say. "I wish I had the power to heal." "What is your special power? I forgot," he says. "The future thing," I groan.
"Oh, hey, why don't you look and see who your bite is? That way, we can find him or her and get it over with," he suggests. "That's a good idea!" I exclaim sitting up. I look up at the ceiling and see a blurry vision. "There's fighting," I mumble. "Blonde hair. Blood. Lots of it." I shake my head but keep looking up.
"No, no, get away from him! Don't fucking hurt him!" I exclaim growing my fangs at the shadowy figure. "Ally!" I look down and see Jeremiah holding my arm. "What did you see?" he asks. "It was too blurry to see much of anything. He was fighting some boy and I tried to stop him," I explain. "Did you see any faces?" he asks. I shake my head ruefully. "Do you have a time?" he asks. I shake my head again.
"Why couldn't I see it, Jeremiah?" I ask. "I can always see my visions clearly. Why couldn't I see this one?" "I've heard about seekers not being able to see a vision sometimes when loved ones are involved," he says. "No, the fighter wasn't anyone's height but the boy was about your height but he had blond hair; not brown," I say.
"Maybe when it gets closer to happening, I'll be able to see it more clearly." He sighs. I hear a thunder clap in the distance and my head turns to the window in one quick motion. "What? What is it?" he asks. "There's a storm coming," I say. "I'd better go then. I'll come back tonight to check on you," he says. He gives me a hug then he's gone. I roll over and pull my covers over me but I can't sleep…
Later That Night:
It's full out pouring down raining now. There's thunder and lightning. It's going to lightning in two seconds… Lightning flashes across the sky. I've always liked doing that during storms. It takes my mind off of them. In a way. My phone is going to ring in five… four… three… two… one. I pick it up. "Hello?" I ask. "Hey, Ally, I'm just checking up on you," they say. "I thought you were going to come by?" I ask. "What?" he asks. I look at my phone.
"Oh, hey, Austin. I thought you were Jeremiah, sorry. Why are you checking on me?" I ask. "Because I know how you hate storms," he says. I smile. "Awww, that's so sweet of you to check up on me," I tell him. "Thank you. I'm fine. Jeremiah should be here soon." Jeremiah runs into my room. "Oh, there he is now. I'll talk to you later. Love you," I say. "W-what?" he asks. "I said love you," I tell him. "You mean… like, as a friend or…" he trails off.
"As a friend," I say. "Oh, well I love you too," he says kind of sadly. "Alright, bye," I say. I hang up and look at Jeremiah. "Who was that?" he asks. "Austin," I answer. "Ooh, you love Austin," he teases. "As a friend," I correct him. "Sure," he says sarcastically. "Well, I'm fine so you can go," I say. "We need to go hunt," he tells me. I forgot all about that. "Oh, yeah, um, I doubt anyone would be out right now," I say. "Plenty of people are at the coffee shop," he says.
"I was just there but I didn't feed because I remember how you got mad at me the last time I fed without you." I roll my eyes. "Fine, let's go," I tell him. We run there and stop outside of the coffee shop. He starts to walk inside but stops when he doesn't see me move. "Come on," he says. "I'm scared," I say. He turns around and looks me in the eye. "What if a fight breaks out in there and you miss it?" he asks. I look down.
"Well…" He takes my hand and drags me inside. "Two cappuccinos," Jeremiah says when we sit down at the counter. "Who said I wanted a cappuccino?" I ask. "We're not here to drink coffee," he says. "Right," I say. I look up for a vision but I only see Jeremiah leaving the coffee shop with some girl. I try to look further. I see myself walking back to my house. I don't tell Jeremiah though. We pretend to drink our coffee in silence. "See anybody you like?" he asks.
This is code for 'See anybody I want to kill?' The answer is no. I shake my head. "Lemme show you how the master works and then you try," he says cockily. He slides over one seat to a pretty girl that was sitting next to us. "Hello," he says smiling. He takes her hand and kisses it. "Hi there," she says giggling. "You're very handsome." "And you're very pretty. What do you say we get out of here and go somewhere more private?" he asks her. She smiles and looks at me. "Who is she?" she asks him.
"She's my cousin," he says distractedly. "Hi," I say. She smiles at me. "Hi," she says back. "Wouldn't it be wrong to leave her?" she asks Jeremiah. "Oh, I can walk myself home," I say with a wave of dismissal. "Oh… Well, we can go to my house if you'd like," she flirts with Jeremiah. "That would be lovely," he says. "I'll see you later, Ally," he says.
They walk out together and I'm left alone. A few minutes later, I feel someone's presence beside me. I look over and see a boy about my age. He has brown hair that flops just the right way and kind eyes. I stare at him trying to find the right words to say. He turns to look at me and I look away. "Um, I don't mean to invade your space but I just thought you were really pretty and I wanted to hear how a beautiful girl's voice sounded," he says.
I look at him and smile. This was a really sweet way of saying that he wanted to talk to me. "Well this is how it sounds," I tell him with a laugh. "I'm Ally." "I'm Dallas," he says. We shake hands. "It's nice to meet you," he tells me. "Likewise," I say. I take a sip of my cappuccino; a real one this time. I cough because it tastes awful.
"Are you alright?" he asks putting a hand on my back. I look into his eyes before remembering that can shorten my time. I look down at my watch. "I have to get home," I tell him. "I can walk you if you'd like," he says. "Nah, it's fine," I tell him. "I'll see you later." And with that, I walk slowly out the door then run home.
I walk inside, past my dad, and up to my room. I curl up in the fetal position under my covers. Jeremiah comes in about twenty minutes later. "Did you get anybody?" he asks. "I met a boy but I didn't…" I trail off pulling the covers off of me. "What about—?" I look at his face and see that he has a bit of blood on his upper lip. "Yeah, it was kind of awkward at the beginning," he says wiping his lip. "She thought that we were gonna have sex so she kept trying to get me, like, in the mood. She kissed my neck, took my shirt off. Finally, I just bit her."
He scratches his neck. "But I kind of… just left her there," he says. My eyes widen. "Jeremiah!" I scold. "Well, I didn't know what to do! Usually, I can just leave them in the woods and let the wolves eat the body!" he exclaims. "Well then why didn't you just take her to the woods?" I ask. "I don't know," he says shrugging. "Go take her to the woods," I say pointing out my door.
"It looked like she lived alone so I think it'll be fine," he says. I feel a weird sensation in my eyes. He looks up at me. "Al-alright, I'll be back in a second," he says with a frightened expression. He runs out the door. I stand up to see if there's an eyelash in my eye or something. Instead, I see that my eyes have turned to a fiery red.
I blink a few times and they return to normal. That was weird. A few minutes later, Jeremiah returns and I'm still looking in the mirror trying to figure out what just happened. "Why do my eyes change color?" I ask. "They do that when you're mad. It's a lot harder to control your anger when you're a newborn," he says. "You're also even stronger when you're mad."
"Have I been doing that a lot lately?" I ask quietly. I turn around and see him nod. "I'm sorry," I say. "It's alright," he tells me. Suddenly, I hear a phone ring. I pick up my phone but it's not ringing. "Is your phone ringing?" I ask. He shakes his head. Then his phone starts ringing. I forget that my visions happen like that too sometimes.
"Hello?" he answers it. There's a pause. "Dude, for real?" he asks. There's another pause. "You better not be fucking with me," he says. "Alright, I'll be over there soon. Bye." He hangs up. "I'll be back, Ally," he says. He runs out the room before I can say a word.
Jeremiah's POV:
I run to Rowanor's house. He said that he's got some more faux blood and that I could borrow some for Ally! I let myself in and he's sitting on his couch with his girlfriend. He throws me a small glass vial with a cork in the top full of fake blood without looking up. "Are you sure this is enough to last until she drinks?" I ask. "Dude, half of that would be enough," he says. I sigh but I have to trust him. He's been my best friend since forever.
I run back to Ally's house and up to her room. "Ally, I got some faux blood for you," I say. She crosses over to me. "Really? That's great!" she exclaims. I give her the vial and she looks down at it. "Are you sure this is enough?" she asks. "Rowanor said it was," I tell her. She takes the cork off the top. She looks back down at it and hesitates. Finally, she raises it to her lips and drinks.
"Well… do you feel satisfied?" I ask her. She doesn't answer. "Ally?" I ask. She still doesn't answer. "Ally!" I yell in her ear. The vial slips through her fingers. "Allyson!" I scream at her. Her head starts having spasms. I grab her shoulders and shake her as hard as I can. She foams at the mouth as if she has rabies then she drops to the floor and starts convulsing.
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