Master of Vampirism (Part #2) ✔️

Chapter 15: Love Bites

Okay, this chapter is a bit longer, I got carried away. Thank you so much for reading Chloe's cringey vampy adventures 😅❤️

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"Caiden?" I marched across the campus, following him. "Cai, please!"

He turned around abruptly, "You swore! You swore there was nothing going on between the two of you."

"And it wasn't!" My hands dropped by my sides. "Until that night you told me to stop hanging out with him."

I didn't want to blame Caiden for what happened, because it wasn't his fault. But I couldn't help but think him pushing me away pushed me straight to Ian.

"I agreed to give him a chance!" Caiden shouted. "I came to your birthday party, I played nice-"

Well aware everyone could hear me, I yelled, "After five months! I've waited five months! And you didn't even want to talk to me. You looked at me like I was a monster."

Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes.

Caiden lowered his voice, "I needed some time."

"And I needed you." I sighed. "I can't do this anymore, Cai. We either are or we aren't. I can't keep my heart at bay forever."

He looked at me for a long moment, shook his head and walked away. And he really shouldn't have done that. Instead of sadness or pain, all I felt was anger.

I marched back to my room, shut the blinds and screamed in my pillow. Hunger rumbled through my body, reminding me at all times that there was a vein out there somewhere wanting to get sucked dry. And I fought it like hell, but the more I fought, the stronger it became.

Everything was a mess. I was a mess.

After an hour of crying and punching my mattress, Sheila entered the room. Night has fallen. My parents hadn't called. Every aching part of me wanted to sink my fangs into someone's flesh.

"Come on, get dressed." Sheila was pissed and I didn't blame her.

I lifted my face off the pillow, "You hate me."

She sighed, "I don't hate you, Chloe. But I am royally pissed off. We did everything we could to make this day special for you because we understand. The first birthday as a vampire is always a mess, at least they all said so." Sheila sat on the bed next to me.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

"Get dressed." She nudged me to the closet. "We need to see William sing Abba songs in his glittery flare jeans. Otherwise, this day is really going to suck."

Reluctantly, I took off the black hoodie and jeans. There was no way anything in my damn closet would make me feel good at this point.

"Ian is mad, isn't he?" I asked as I searched for a dress.

Sheila went to her closet, "He's pretty mad."

My eyes landed on the dress I hid in the depths of my closet. The dark red one, with the hem sown with silver fibres. The one I was afraid to wear. Without a moment of hesitation, I put it on. And it fit perfectly. I made my way to the mirror.

My eyes were greener next to the red fabric. The thin straps that tied around my neck held the dress on my body. Arms, cleavage and neck were bare. I let my stupid hair fall over my shoulders.

I looked like shit right now, but I knew the dark shadows under my eyes would disappear once I drank some blood, my hair would turn bouncy and healthy and my eyes would glow.