Thank You Abby I hope you like what I did -smiles sweetly-
Thanks Jenny! I have a page for our story done if you see this before you read my part. I changed soemthing so we can discuss that, since it is more logical. Later girl see you in Santa Carla -winks-
With Bloody Hands, I Say Good-Bye
Abby POV
A panicked feeling came over me. What if Jacey and Skylar didn't want me anymore? I couldn't exist without my best friends by my side. Who would I pick on and keep me in line? Have those strange girl talks lasting into the early morning? Paul wrapped his arms around my waist. "Ready to go?" I nodded with one last look at Jacey Be in safe hands.. my sister. Before I could change my mind to go with Jacey; I materialized to the cave.
"We still have two hours before the sun goes down." David reached for my hand "You fit in with our family Abby." I smiled weakly. Paul brought me closer to him as we went down the tunnel.
"No coffins." I said this with relief since I hated small spaces.
"We've heard that one before." Paul chuckled as he lifted my chin to find a thick beam that crossed the space. Marko levitated up and flipped upside down and took the beam with his feet and grinned at me. I stared in awe as he crossed his arms, shut his eyes, and went still. Capturing my face in his hands Paul pressed his lips to my forehead then to my mouth. I melted into him and clung to him once we started drifting upward. His hands completely wrapped around my back securing me when we flipped over. We were hanging upside down but instead of the blood flooding to my head to worry about; my stomach felt a twinge of pain. I ignored it and rested my head on Paul's chest. He held me closer and kissed the top of my head. He knew what was happening, the hunger pain of a newborn vampire. I drifted to sleep.
I was the last to wake up. My head ached, but the tenderness of Paul's voice made my forget about the pain and cuddled up to him.
"You must have a stomachache." David stated.
"MMM.." Not really listening as I brushed my lips over Paul's.
"Lets go.." Paul towed me behind him down the sloop and onto the cliff. I heard a rush of voices, animal noises, and the rush of the ocean. It was a little too much but I didn't show my frailty. On the streets you have to be strong, if you weren't you were dead. I had learned quickly what happened to the helpless on the streets. The temptation to trick out, to be protected by a sweet talking pimp was a desire after the third night homeless, after my parents threw me out of my house. When I saw the discarded and beaten females working the streets I swore it would never to happen to me even as cold and hungry nights continued. I stayed tough by praying to the God of Salvation. My prayer was answered when I stumbled upon a ride out of Washington to a place called Santa Carla.
"Abby? Abby?" I opened my eyes hearing them each call my name. "Oh." I released my grip on Paul. "What were you thinking about?" Paul said, finally being able to get off his bike.
"My life on the streets." They all looked at me in understanding.
"Come on, we have a place to hunt."
I crouched low to the ground letting the smell of smoke get closer and closer. The guys trailed behind me. Predatorily instinct came over me when I heard six drunken laughs ahead of me. I found my target one of the two females in the group. Circle to the right Abby. David planned the attack which tested my patience. My faced shifted, ready for the hit. I felt Paul's hand brush down my back. I looked at his vampire face. Beautiful. He grinned wickedly, fangs lowering as his yellow cat like eyes found my own. I kissed him and rushed right when David gave the order.
The petite brunette fell under my swift strike. She cried out when she hit the ground where I pinned her from trying to get up. I covered her mouth, the ear splitting screaming stopped but when I pulled her up she struggled hard against my hold on her. I immediately bent her neck exposing her protruding vein which was pumping with adrenaline. I bit into her, letting blood flow down my chin and onto my already ruined shirt.
I dropped her, discarding a person that never would tell the people she ran from I'm sorry, why she did it, or to tell the police what they did to her. Whatever the reason, she had landed on the streets. I looked at my bloody hands, her blood surged through me giving me life. I looked at her body on the ground. She was dead and I had killed her Yet, I felt nothing.
I turned and found the guys howling in glee as I found my lips pull up in a sinful grin. I silently said goodbye to my humanity.