The Betrayal

Rave.

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He had pitch black hair and his eyes were silver almost metallic black due to which he always wore glasses. He had a nasty scar on his eye.

He never spoke but I knew he was a vampire because he would barely move or breathe unlike humans. He had an inhumane look to him; one that lacked empathy. The aura he carried was cold, eerie and much of death.

He came every day at a specific time for an hour or so and just sat there and stared.

Initially I thought he was going to kidnap me for ransom or maybe even kill me but so far he hadn't made a move. Now I was just used to his presence.

I had contemplated to ask my parents or anyone about him but then I decided against it. What was the point of adding a worry to their busy lives? Plus the time I did decide to tell people about my problems it didn't really help now did it? Look where I ended up? Wishing I'd have rather died.

People should show what happens after the movie ends. Do people really get their happily ever after?

I thought my life would be perfect with David and my family. But look what I got instead? A broken heart and an insensitive mother.

The mother who got me into this mess in the first place. Had I known how she really was would I have made the same decision?

Dwelling and questioning the past had become a hobby of sorts. What had I done wrong?

I needed to move on. I knew that. But I couldn't no matter how hard I tried.

"The usual?" I asked the vampire.

And as always he nodded.

We never exchanged words. He usually got a sandwich with a beer but he never consumed it and often left a handsome tip.

The next few minutes passed with me making trips to Kesha's table because David wanted his glass of bourbon refilled. Getting sick of going back and forth I just gave him the entire bottle. It's not like he will have an issues paying for the bottle.

After his compelling stunt I didn't even want to be near him.

After my shift ended I grabbed coffee on my way. Tonight was a big night.

As I walked past a store I noticed a shadow following me.

I looked back unable to see that persons face which was covered by a hood.

I picked my pace only to have the shadow speed up too.

I was so creeped out, that's when I made a run for it. I guess it was my everyday jogging but I had really started running faster than I ever remember.

Losing the shadow, relieved, I was almost home.

I had stopped driving myself to places since I preferred walking. It tired me enough to get at least an hour of uninterrupted sleep.

I went to my room and changed into a tank top with a fitted leather jacket. I wore jeans that felt like a second skin and some sexy high heel boots all in black.

I put my hair in a tight pony and made smoky eyes matched with a deep red lipstick.

I looked at myself when I was done. I looked different... A shell of what I used to be. Haunted. That was the right word. My eyes looked lifeless.

All set I went down to the garage to get my black Bugatti Veyron.

It was a gift for my parents; a way to cheer me up after what happened. I guess they didn't know where I went on it.