Blood Bandits

19.

"Where have you been?" Mom asked, as she walked through the door.

It was my old room. The room I had occupied before most of my problems started. My dad was alive. I'd only made my first kill and promise to never do it again. That was a lie. It was decorated in old Taylor Lautner posters from top to bottom. A splash of pink against black decor before I went full black. The pink was for my mother's benefit. Sometimes I believed she worried about me. Baggy clothes, no make-up. No boyfriends except Trevor. But that was long gone. A silver slide up phone that was tossed in the corner of the room, that was no long useful.

"Out with August mom. You know this." I sighed and kicked off my shoes and tossed them somewhere just to get them off my feet. I was ready for a shower, I needed to wash everything about tonight off of me.

"Did you have fun?" She asked.

I sighed as the thought from earlier tonight replayed through my head. Yes, I had fun. But I shouldn't have had fun. I killed my best friend's girlfriend and now I have to figure out an alibi. There goes my life. It was already screwed now, it was fucked. Who am I kidding? It's been fucked since I can remember.

"It was alright, I'm just tired and really wanting to take a shower." I sighed and stood up, glancing at my mother before walking into the bathroom that was in my room.

She smiled a bit but not her normal smile. Her eyes were tired, her skin a bit pale. The corners of her lip were barely turned up at the corners. But caught my eye was the side of her neck. It had a huge knife sticking out of the side.

That wasn't there before!

I quickly ran to her only and watched the crimson red substance soak her shirt from her neck.

"Ma! What the hell I-" I was lost for words.

Running to grab a shirt, I'd found the one that I had discarded earlier and grabbed it to apply the pressure to her neck. But when I turned around, my mother not alone. He was there. August. He was standing there with his infamous smirk. The shirt slipped from my fingers as I watched him with my mother, just standing there. His shades were still on his face as usual but his hands were on her shoulders. It was as if he was whispering to her. His lips weren't moving so that was impossible.

My feet began to move towards them but it was as if they were glued to the floor. I couldn't move. No matter how I turned and twisted, my feet wouldn't leave the spot. Lifting my head up to stare at him, his hands now roamed to her forearms.

"August stop, what the hell are you doing?" I asked in panic. I never panicked about most things but when my mom was involved changed things.

He just chuckled as if whatever I was saying to him was amusing. "What am I doing? I'm showing what it's like to be like me. I knew you were thinking about it. You still are."

Frowning, I shook my head and watched my mom. Her face was in zombie mode. She wasn't aware of anything that was going on. Hell, I wasn't sure of what was going on. Her whole body was still. Just frozen as if she were under a spell.

"I never said I wanted to be like you. You were the one who mentioned it. I don't want to be a vampire August." I raised my voice as if to distract him from my mother.

He grinned and shook his head as if I were missing the point. But I wasn't. I knew what came with the territory. It wasn't nothing but trouble. My life was already screwed, who needed that?

"You could be free. Not having to answer to anyone. Live forever. You'd be strong. Stronger that you already are Amina. You are a wise woman. Come to this side. You were meant to be this way." It was as if he was pleading for me.

He was now in front of me. His hands cupping my shoulders. Walking slowly, he circled me until he got behind me like he was with my mother. His lips were soft against my ear and his breath that hit my nostrils, held the scent of peppermint.

"Just look at the blood that's on your hands, that's Lorens blood. It is her blood that covers your hand right now. You yearn for this." He whispered.

My eyes wandered to my fingers. The blood was running down to the floor. One of my thoughts were damn, how was I going to get this out of the carpet?
But then again my other thoughts were on my mother.

"Don't hurt my mother..." That was the only thing that I could manage. She was the only thing that I could manage to get out.

He never responded. I felt his presence leave me and now on his way back to my mother. I watched him as his hands laces up her hands to her neck.

"Don't give me a reason to." He growled.

Before I could stop him, I seen it. His fangs. They retracted from his gums and connected to my moms neck. Her body didn't respond whatsoever. My sweaty palms reached out for her. That was the only thing I could do until I-

"Mom!" I screamed but I was alone.

There was no one there but me. And by the looks of it, mom nor August had been in here. There had been no sign of struggle, not that she put up a fight anyway.

I realized that I was in my old room still. In pajamas and with my night light on. Rubbing my face, I reached over to the side table and turned on the lamp. Once the room was illuminated, I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 4:46 am. I was dreaming. But out of curiosity and worry, I decided it would be best to go and check on my mom.

Throwing the blanket away from my body, And placing the phone down, I walked to my bedroom door. Slowly, I opened it and made my way down the hall just a couple of steps. My mom slept with her door open, a habit I could never understand. My imagination would run wild.

Inching into her room little by little, I made my way up to her. She was sleeping peacefully, the light from her lamp was dim. I tip toed closer but paused once I got close enough. Then I leans down to place a kiss in her head. She squirmed at the gesture but didn't wake. But it let me know that she was alive and well and there was no blood. She was fine.

Walking backwards, I headed out back to my room. I flicked the desk light on and pulled my bag to me and pulled out my laptop. I knew I was going not get much sleep so I decided to see what I could find.

I had to shake this. People say some dreams are what's deep in your conscience. Well if that's the case then I'm in deep deep shit.

Excuse Mistakes
-Ashley