Undead Lovers

Sabrina POV

I cover my eyes in horror. An ugly, blood covered inhuman human being stalks an innocent young girl, who is desperately running for her life in heels. She turns into a dark alley, and when she realizes its a dead end, she slowly turns around, hyperventilating. "No!" She screams, as the bloodied vampire comes closer to her and smiles, showing gruesome fangs. The thing steps in front of her and lunges. "No!" I scream as the television turns off. "Are you kidding me?!!" I look accusingly at Tammy, holding the remote with her hand on her hip. "I told you not to watch that movie!" She scolded me and I shrugged. "Couldn't help it...it was calling me." She stare at me...unimpressed. I thought back to the movie and shuddered. As if she knew what I was thinking, she glared at me. "You really should have listened to me you know." I rolled my eyes, and that put her over the edge. Her usually light brown eyes turned green with rage. She took deep breaths and put her long chocolate brown hair up into a ponytail. She was 20, an she looks the exact same when I first met her in high school. As for me, I looked like a completely different person. When I was 17, I had straight dirty blond hair with blue eyes, and now I was 20 with platinum blond hair with sea green eyes. She obviously got the good genes. I snap out of my daydream and look at her. She is practically fuming that I have been staring off into space this whole time. "Okay I'm sorry. I promise I won't watch the movie again. I don't want to see any more movies with creepy, disgusting vampires anyways. She pursed her lips but didn't say anything. She obviously had a different comment. "What, you like vampires?" I ask sarcastically, not expecting a serious answer, but that's exactly what I'm given. "Those movies are stereo typical and horrible. If there are in fact vampires out there, I'm sure they are nothing like that." I shrug and look away, losing interest. But there's a burning intensity in her eyes that I can't place, like she's hiding something from me. I shake off the feeling as goose bumps go down my arms. She holds up something from behind her back and smiles, ending the tense moment. "Nutella!" I shout an she tosses it to me. I miss and it falls out of my hands. Oh crap. She manages to catch it before it falls on the ground, possibly staining our white carpet or black leather couch. "Nice" she says and shakes her head. I just laugh, happy to have my Nutella. "Want some?" I offer and she just shakes her head, a longing look in her eyes. Weird. In fact, she's been acting strange like that all month. Rejecting her favorite foods and having weird mood swings. Maybe she's on some diet that's stressing her out...but I look at her model body doubtfully. Whatever, it's none of my business I guess....if she doesn't want to talk about it... She looks in my eyes and I have a double take. Her eyes are back to the calm brown now...but something is off...she looks tired....or maybe hungry? Her eyes pulse red for a moment and she looks away....whoa that has never happened before. "Tammy...." I start, unsure of how to question her. "Just leave me alone." She says bitterly. I sit back, shocked. She must have sensed my unease, because she softens. "I'm sorry.....I'm just really....hu....tired." She says, and I nod understandingly. She heads upstairs, yawning on her way up.

I sit on the couch bored. What to do....what to do.....I look at the empty Nutella container and glare. "You are pathetic. You know that right? Your so puny and unworthy." I stop interrogating the jar and take out my black iPhone. There are 5 missed messages from Josh. Oops. I ignore them and just call him, since he is horrible at texting. "What's wrong?" He answers on the first ring and I roll my eyes. Time to have some fun with my overprotective buddy. Hehe. "Help!" I scream into the phone. "There's a guy with an axe in my apartment! He got Tammy! Oh god no! Please help me Josh!" I whimper for effect and he lets out a gasp. "Run! Run! I'm on my way Sabrina!" I laugh into the phone. "What would you have done if that really happened? Bring one of your baseball bats?" I say laughing. "No! And that wasn't funny!" He protests. I just continue laughing. "Now you owe me. I'm picking you up in ten minutes." He orders me. I nodd, and then realize he can't see me. "Yes sir." I say sarcastically, and hang up. I look down at my ripped pajama bottoms and cami and groan. I run upstairs and throw on jean shorts and a hot pink sleeveless top. Seeing how helpless my hair looks, I throw it up into a bun, and apply a tiny layer of makeup. I look at the mascara. Oh what the heck...I think as I put on some and finally, apply my favorite pink Victoria Secret lip stick. I hear a honk and race down the stairs, hopping on one foot to the door as I put on my white flip flops.