Power that Lingers (Vampire Romance)

Power that Lingers

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"Give me that!"

If this was a film. You would see a complete loser jumping with no success to take the popular girls phone. You’re wandering why?? Well lets say she took a picture of my boobs in the changing room and is about to send to the whole school. 

"That’s what you get for having bigger boob than me" Nina hissed at me. Completely stupid right? Well you can't blame the rich bitch.

One had up in the air the other one her hips. Looking as perfect as ever in her mini skirt and tank top.  As for me,  (the kangarooing)  hero jumping up and trying to get the phone. Wearing my worn blue, skinnies and my plane shirt. 

"Please delete the picture" I bit my lips giving up. My cheeks red and breathing heavily like i was fatigue though i knew I had to act it since I wasn’t really tired. I could do some black belt move on her if i wanted but i had to keep my loser side ‘loserish’. 

"Too late" I looked up at her, since she was taller than me. She had her finger on the send button. Let’s put thing in slow motion. I did an 'overreacting loser' and rugby tackled her. Of course doing my weakest tackle, which was pretty able to knock anyone out?  The phone went flying out of her hand and i caught it before it could brake. I quickly deleted the picture and took one of her.

Red face, screaming, double chin since she was lying on the floor, hair scattered. She could crack any mirror. I clicked the send button.

All the girls in the changing room were already Face-booking what just happened, some were laughing at the picture already. Damn technology.

I got off Nina, and quickly got my clothes on. Lucky it was last period so i ran Out of school as soon as possible.  I was at the gate when I actually burst out laughing the whole way home. 

When i got to what I called home. - A half dead apartment that still hasn't been knocked for 5years - . I was back to my reality.  

A dark lonely girl.

Truthfully speaking my loser side has a better life than me, that’s why I almost love school. Even this dying apartment had more life than me.  I opened the lock less door, welcomed by a damp cold flat. Lucky it was the summer or water would have been dripping from the ceiling.  I was used to it so i didn’t really care anymore. I walked into the bathroom, and stripped off my clothes and had my usual cold bath. 

I found this place when I ran away at the age of 12. I knew my abusive parents would never find me here. In fact it was the last place they would think I would be. Since they were Christians and lived a clean life with out a speck of dust. I was adopted when I was two; they thought I was a beautiful angel from god.  But when strange things began to happen me everything went upside down. At first they thought it was just some sticker kiddy tattoo and was going to be easy to scrub off. But when the tattoo began to grow every night, putting me in pain through out the whole process. I would start banging and screaming wildly. They thought I was some sort of exorcist so they called in the priest.

 His cross did affect me and so did his bible, but as i grew older it didn't affect me as much. My parents began to do horrible things to me in the sake of getting rid on the growing tattoo; I can’t bare the thought of it. 

I took off my fake glasses then washed my face and I got out the bath, wrapping my towel around me.

I looked at the stranger staring back at me in the mirror. She had piercing grey eyes that glowed in the night and badly cut thick auburn red hair that looked fiery in the sun light. Her skin was soft and pale and her figure was slim and sexy for her age.  Without her turning around I could see the snake tattoo on the centre of her back, and the outraging scar lines her sick parents left. 

I slipped on my underwear and a big shirt for Pj's leaving my legs bare. Though the house was cold I was about to be under my bed covers. I turned on my tiny TV, which would probable stay on for less than 15 minutes. Climbing onto my squeaky bed I switched to the news channel. “Nothing better than finding out what’s going on in this world.” 

I brought my knees up leaning my chin against them. The intro for the new had finished and browned hair lady with glasses began to talk. 

"The police say they are ready this year” I swallowed hard knowing what she was talking about. There was a clip of the president speaking to a bunch of other important people. 

"If there’s another Vampire attack this year, then we will fight back!" He said. The others people murmured in agreement.

I switched off the TV. 

"Idiots"

I knew very well it wasn't the Vampire themselves who were attacking humans each year.  And i also know that i might be linked to these attacks.

They always happened on the night of my birthday. But it just didn't make sense. I know I wasn’t normal. In fact so un-normal i had a strong feeling I wasn’t human.  But I wasn’t a vampire either. I didn't thirst for blood. I didn't feel like grabbing someone and suck the life out of them. 

I was thinking so hard I didn’t realise the dark figure standing in front of my bed. When I saw it I screamed. 

The shirtless man was blonde haired and skinny. His skin was pale and his eyes glowed a wild red.  I could smell his immortality and felt the power from him. He was a vampire, and I'm sure he was going to attack me.

But the thing he said surprised me.

"Help me" he said, in a dry voice. He closed his eyes and fell the floor. 

Should I help him or kill him?

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