Blood Bandits

18.

Silence.

I heard nothing but the sound of her breath leaving her body. Her last breath. I sighed and closed my eyes as I tried to shake the satisfaction that killing Loren brought me. It took me back. Back to when this was a normal thing for me. I sighed and removed the knife from her bloody neck and wiped the remaining bloody from the knife on her clothes. I mean she wouldn't care anyway right?

That's when it hit me.

Kenny.

This was Kenny's girlfriend and I killed her. I took something from him that wasn't my place to take. He was going to be devastated.

"He doesn't have to know." A voice said from behind me. Speaking my thoughts out loud.

Angrily, I spun around and pointed to August's face. He was the cause of all of this.

"You. You did this! I was fine before you started with all the embrace who you are bullshit! See where it got me?" I screamed. Hell it was only us and a dead body out here.

He shuffled around before speaking. "I never said that."

"Close to it."

He began walking out of the building and I followed. I hope he didn't think that this was over. But before he got to far, I grabbed his arm, making him face me.

"Seriously?! You're going to just walk away from this?" I looked at him as if he were insane.

He stopped and chuckled humorlessly.

"Yes I'm going to walk away. You know why? Because You honestly think I'm going to take the blame for something you did? You're out of your mind. I didn't make you do it , you did by yourself. I didn't push that blade in her neck, you did. So if you want to be pissed off at somebody be mad at your damn self. When she called you a bitch, you killed her. I'm pretty sure it wasn't first time you'd been called one and it won't be the last. You let your temper get the best of you and you fucked up. So this was all you." He explained and I closed my eyes.

He was right. My anger for her got the best of me and I made a mistake. A mistake that I couldn't fix, and I couldn't take back.

Shit.

"You're a bastard." I whispered.

He laughed, "Oh fucking well. Let's go."

"Aren't you going to dispose of the body?" I asked, looking back at the old abandoned building.

He kept walking, "Trust me it will dispose itself. This place hasn't been touched in years. You have a better chance of animals finishing it off then anything else. So let's go."

I sighed and flipped my blade closed and tucked it into my back pocket. Following him out of the clearing, we made it back to his car. The night was pitch black. You couldn't see your hand in front of your face. As we arrived back to the car, I adjusted my jacket and opened the door.

"Hey. This don't make you a bad person." August said, tapping the roof of the car, getting my attention.

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head. "The hell it doesn't, August I took a girl's life. What the hell do you mean?"

"Can you just chill for a second. How does this make you a bad person? It's been awhile since you even killed a person. "

"Just shut up ok? You don't me, so don't try to act like you do or sympathize with me. Just leave me alone and take me home." I interrupted him.

How dare he?

I attempted to climb into the car but was stopped again.

"Hey! You can run from this all you want to. But you're just like me. Not an ounce different. You love the kill. You yearn for it and you want more. But you want to know a secret?" He smirked, it was a rhetorical question so I didn't respond.

I watched him. The words he was saying were lies. They had to be. The feelings that were triggering inside me were ones that I'd locked away long ago.

"You could be like me." He whispered, getting into the car.

I frowned, immediately getting into the car and slamming the door shut. August reached for the ignition and started up the car. He must of felt my gaze on him but ignored it.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

I knew exactly what it meant.

He chuckled and smiled, looking at me in the corner of his eyes. "You know what I mean."

Laughing I shook my head, patting the dashboard. He had to be kidding me right now. He had some nerve to...

"Wait." I stopped laughing.

"What?"

"You wouldn't." I whispered. "You couldn't. How is that even a possible?"

He shook his head and sighed. "For a reporter you sure can be stupid. You mean to tell me you don't know ho-"

"I know how! I'm just.." I sighed, not really knowing a word fitting for this moment.

The car was silent. He left me in my thoughts for the whole ride home. And that's exactly what I did. I thought myself into a confused/ depressed state. All what if's. What if Kenny finds out that I killed his girlfriend? What if mom finds out? How could I explain this. Then again, the big question was, what if I did turned? That's crazy and impossible wasn't it? Damn, these are the times I wished my dad was here. He'd help through all of this. I know the first question he would ask me. Why are you even hanging out with this dude? He'd be disappointed.

"What are you thinking about?" August's smooth voice asked me, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Nothing."

"Liar." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about it." I noticed the car coming to a halt.

He shut the car off and as soon as I did the doors locked, not allowing me to get out of the car. I sighed and crossed my arms.

"What August?"

"What's your problem?"

"Oh I don't know. I killed a girl, have to find a way to break it to my best friend and my mom. Then on top of that I have to find a way to shake this feeling that-"

"That makes your hand shake. Your head pound. Leg shaking. Mouth watering for the kill. Amina, come on. Why are you fighting this? Why can't you just accept-"

"Just stop! Unlock the damn door." I snapped. Getting fed up with this whole thing.

"Why? Am I right?" He urged.

"Shut the hell up!" I screamed, reaching for the handle of the door.

I was almost about to break the handle when the door unlocked, I about fell out of the car. I heard chuckles and quickly turned around to stop his laughing.

"Mm you ok?" I could tell he was still laughing at me.

I stood up quickly, dusting myself. "Shut your face."

He quickly tried to fix his face but to no avail. In sighed and smirked to myself.

"Will I see you tomorrow?" He asked.

I chuckled, "why?"

He shrugged and bit his lip. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I don't owe you anything."

"No, but I owe you."

My eyebrows shot up, "The story?"

He only smiled. I shut the door as he quickly zoomed off. Maybe I'd get a story after all. Just maybe.

Sorry so short.
Excuse mistakes.
-Ashley