Chained

Chapter 5

~Zita~

"Holy- whoa!" Andrew said, jumping from his seat.

I laughed as he stared at me like I grew two heads.

"Y-you have wings?" he asked.

"Well, more than that. I guess you could call my ability 'being part bat'. It does go along with the vampire stereotype but it has it's days."

"So... what?"

I jump down from my bed and open a nearby window where a glass vase was holding a bunch of flowers.

"You have good hearing right?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Well, better plug your ears than."

He slapped his hands over his ears and I grinned. I put my attention back to the vase and I opened my mouth. I let out a focused high pitched squeak. The sound waves traveled and the vase started shuddering. I let out a louder screech and the vase vibrated so violently, it shattered.

"Ow!" Andrew said. "What was that?"

"Something I like to call my sonic boom. It's very useful."

He nodded, smiling ear to ear. Guess this takes his mind off of hating me.

"So you have heightened abilities?" I asked. "That sounds pretty cool."

He gave me a scowl and wrinkled his nose.

"Ew, don't ask me like that," he said. "You sound like a parent talking to their kid about how they won a piano competition."

"And sounds like you know lots about it." I said, beaming a big grin at him.

"Anyways," he said, getting aggravated. "Yes, everything about me is much stronger than a human. Strength, flexibility, speed. Lots of things."

"Hm. Cool."

"Not as cool as having wings! Can you fly?"

I knitted my eyebrows together.

"Of course. What use are they if I couldn't?"

"Can you... turn around for a sec?"

I hesitated, wondering if he was going to stuff a spider down my shirt, but turned. He walked up behind me and ran his fingers down the length of my wings. They twitched up in surprise. He continued examining and I eventually relaxed.

"So how do you hide them?" he asked.

I carefully guided my wings through the slits in my shirt, which is harder than you think, trust me, and folded them against my back. They started melting into my skin until they completely disappeared, leaving behind two dark scars.

"What are these?" he asked softly, his fingers gently touching my back.

"Th-they're from when I first sprouted my wings." I stuttered, wondering why in the world I was stuttering. "I-it wasn't a pretty sight."

I held in a gasp as his fingers glided around my back. It felt surprisingly soothing and very... tantalizing. He suddenly moved back, slamming his hands to his side.

"I-I should probably call my family for some luggage." he mumbled, shuffling out the door.

I sat down on the bed and rubbed my back, reaching as far as I could. No one's ever touched my back like that. Let alone my wings.

"Zita?" said a tiny voice.

"Carol!" I said, jumping at the little girl.

She smiled back at me as I wrapped my arms around her tiny body. She was a so-called "cursed child". She was turned into a servant, as the name says, when she was a kid. There's a difference being born a vamp, which is a very difficult process, and being turned. Those who have been turned life as long as their masters, never aging. They mature much faster than humans so they don't go around giving their blood to anyone.