Black Magic Amp (a witchcraft story)

Chapter 5

Im pinned up against a tree, a boy breathing in my face, and he tells me he's a vampire.

"Youre a what?" I ask, smiling tentively, not sure whether to take him serious.

"My brother and I are vampires. Sleep during the day, awake and hunting at night. We drink blood, hate sunlight, and no, not allergic to garlic. Our eyes change color depending on our mood and how often we've fed, and if it was recent." He explains slowly, acting as if i were an idiot. I know what a vampire is, i just thought maybe he was kidding.

Or at least i had hoped he was.

"Oh." i reply, not sure what to say.

He rolls his eyes, "Im not joking, im being serious. I can prove it."

"Uh-huh." i say, dazed. His eyes were making me tired, the darkness of them seemingly surrounding me, covering my mind with tendrils of darkness.

He narrows his eyes, then does something unexpected.

He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, pulls me against him, and buries his face in my neck, all in one swift move.

I blink confused, until i feel his incisors graze my neck, and his tongue flicking across my jugular.

I shiver as i realize that im allowing him to do this, then place my arms between us, and push outwards.

He doesnt budge dammit.

He chuckles in my ear, and i feel his breath tickle my neck.

"I told you, i can prove it...or have you had enough proof?" He asks, actually licking up my neck and nibbling on my ear playfully. What the hell.

"Uh-erm-ummm...." I say dumbfounded, his eyes still clouding my mind, causing me to think unclearly.

"I shall continue then." He replies, a small triumphant smile playing across his face and voice.

He kisses my neck, then licks it, and then a second later, i feel two pinpricks against my skin.

Crap.

He bites gently down onto my jugular, piercing my vein.

I instantly become tired and weak and entirely vulnerable, as i brace myself against his chest.

My head swims, and his bite is too much for me to handle. I murmer against his shirt, grasping it in my fists. My head clears, and i make a quick decision to thrust him away with all my might before he can cloud my mind again.

He stumbles back, clear astonishment on his face. His eyes are bright green, with a dark blue ring around his iris, and fleks of brown.

Seeing my blood on his lips causes me to sway, my mind and vision going fuzzy and distorted.

I start to fall, and he flits forward to catch me...but its not him who catches me.

Its Noah, my art teacher.

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When i come to, im laying in the art room, on a cot in the back. I hear hushed voices in the back room, and i know its Noah and that guy.

Is it sad that i dont even know his name...and to think i let him, even in my muddled state of mind, lick my neck?? What the hell was i thinking talking to him.

I lean up, and immediately my head swims, but i force it down and stand up slowly anyway.

I go to the back room, almost passing out in the process, and stand in the doorway.