IHasCupQuake Is A Vampire?

Chapter 7

        "Red, did you register Kat for her new school?" I ask, passing him by while he's installing a game for me.

"Oh, shoot!" He bangs his fist on the table. "Sorry, babe. Could you do it for me, I'm a bit busy."

"Oh, sure." I groan, and I hop onto Mario's computer to do some school registering. Kat will be going to Sandy Beach Private School, because I've heard it has raving reviews and it's the cheapest private middle/high school and the public school isn't so great. Kat has complained though about the fact she'll have to wear a uniform so she can't wear her unicorn dress on the first day of school, but I then told her that the school has an art program and the public school doesn't, and private schools have all the cute guys. That shut her up.

"Red, there's an entrance exam there for new students next week." I spin around in my desk chair. "Do you think it's too late to sign Kat up? Should we just homeschool her or get a tutor?"

"Well, when are the registrations due?" Mario asks.

"Hmm," I skim the line with my eyes. "Tonight at midnight."

"Well, then, register!" He looks annoyed that I interrupted him for this. It was HIS idea though to adopt Kat.

        I quickly, with lightning speed but trying not to be fast when Mario looks over, I type, making no mistakes. I quickly type in Kat's name to if she'll be getting school lunches (yes). Finally, after about thirty minutes of typing in financial information, I'm done. Phew.

"I'm going out shopping." I say, grabbing my sneakers and shoving them on. I've gotten a rather bothersome ache in my throat, and I think it's the thirst.

"You just bought groceries, though." Mario narrows his eyebrows. Damn his logic.

"Oh, I'm just going to walk around the mall for a bit, ya know?" I shrug. "Filling out forms takes a toll on you."

"Why don't you bring Kat?" Mario asks.

"Oh, no, I'm going with some friends. Girl's stuff. Adult girl stuff." I grab my car keys.

"Alright." Mario shrugs. "Have fun."

        I exit the house, and get in the car, to drive downtown. Hopefully I'll be able to find some guy to drink from.

        After walking downtown for awhile, I smell some ideal blood, and as soon as I look at the guy, I know everything about him. College student, likes to fool around with girls in his freetime, his major is phsycology, probably so he could figure out why girls love guys so much.

Bingo.

        I follow his trail, as he goes into a small bar. A few minutes later I crawl inside a window to the girl's bathroom, put on some makeup, and I'm now Renee Linkhertz.

        I strut into the bar from the bathroom, and walk over to my target, TJ Parson.

"Hi, I think you dropped this." I hand him a college ID I 'stole' from his pockets. 

"Oh, thanks." He turns to look at me. "Hey, your a pretty girl, want to sit with me?"

"I'd love to." I slyly smile. So we talk about college, new car models, and then thirty minutes later we're kissing in an alley. It feels so wrong, betraying Red like this. But it's for the greater good, because then I pull back, push his head over to expose his neck, and I bend down my head, biting his neck, and I start drinking his blood. He moans in pleasure, and I keep drinking, his blood sweet and sugary, and fills my belly. After I drink about a fourth of his blood, I slam him against the wall, knocking him out, and wipe my mouth with my arm, then walk away, satisfied and with a new kick of energy. I go back to the car, and drive back home. When I get back, I suddenly get an idea.

"So we shouldn't tell her we live on 55 Aberdale Lane?"

        I turn the car around and drive to 55 Aberdale Lane. To kill the sick joke that is taking up space in this world.

        His lock is easy enough to pick with a bobbypin, and the door swings open into a ratty living room that smells like smoke, and dirty clothes are strewn around the room.

"Oh, Felicia, is that you?" The guy starts to get up, and then he jumps back when he sees my face. "WHA  . . . HUH . . . HOW?"

"Surprise, surprise." I smirk, stepping toward him.

"You . . . your supposed to be dead! I choked you myself!" He reaches on his table for . . . . oh my god, A PIKACHU PLUSHIE? You have to be kidding me. "Attack her, Pikachu! Do something!"

"Wow." I laugh. "Your crazy."

"No! No!" He throws the plushie at me. "Where's my handgun?"

"Time's up." I take a step toward him, and grabbing his neck, I snap it, hearing the satisfying crunch! of his neck bones. His heart stops, and I walk out, smiling. My revenge has been done.