Hunted

Chapter 4

... Elizabeth...

I open my eyes only to find darkness. Where am I? There is pressure all around me, giving me a claustrophobic feeling. I have to get out of here.

A craving for the metallic taste of blood enters my mouth and my stomach rumbles. I'm starving! Ugh, why did I suggest being buried? I knew that if it were my last wish, they would do it! I'm such an idiot.

The most pressure is above me, so I know that's the top. I start digging and the dirt shifts easily underneath my sharp claws. Wow, I never realized Vampires had claws! I keep digging, panic settling in when I can't find the fresh air. Just as I'm about to scream, my hand touches cool air. I'm almost there!

I dig my claws into the grass on the outside, and pull myself out. I quickly get up and see a bunch of familiar faces. Daniel. Sam. Isaac. Tracy. And a group of small kids who are looking at me with wide eyes. I frown at everyone I know for burying me in there.

Suddenly, I see a flash of red. I look closer and I realize Tracy is holding a bag of blood! I rush over to her and grab it out of her hand. I feel my fangs click into place and I don't even screw the top of the bag off. I stab the bottom of the bag with my fangs and take big gulps until it's all gone.

"How do we know that's not cool aid?" One of the little boys ask and I whip my head towards him. He takes a big gulp and I sense disbelief and horror rolling off of him. My fangs click back to where they are unnoticeable.

Everyone else ignores them and I turn to Daniel. He smiles at me sadly and I run over to him. In about one second. I freeze right before I hit him. Man, I have to get this under control.

"How do you feel?" He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Grouchy. And hungry." I back away from him, not wanting to get out of control and bite him.

"That's normal." He assures me.

"Thank you for getting the blood for me. If not, I don't know what I would've done." I whisper and look at him, but he's staring in amazement at my eyes. "What?" Irritation grips me.

"Your eyes are changing colors." He whispers.

"What do you mean?"

"They are changing colors to fit your mood, but they're staying blue. When you got out of the hole, they were bright blue. When you were drinking the blood, they went navy. And then they just went back to bright blue."

"I think bright blue means grumpy." I growl.

"Here, snap your teeth in." I click in my fangs and he gasps. "They went gold around the iris."

One of the kids cough and I turn to look at them again. "Why are there kids here?"

"They came to the park and wouldn't leave, so I just told them to keep their distance."

"You know, I could've went for one of the kids instead of the blood?" Honestly, sometimes I think I'm dating an idiot. Oh wait, I guess I am.

"It's not like I could have thrown them out of the park." He shrugs.

"Well, you could have."

"Yeah, but I didn't want to be mean."

"Really? You bury me, and you don't want to be mean?"

"Oh, I thought you were the one who wanted to do it the traditional way!" He argues.

"Maybe you shouldn't always listen to me." I mumble.

"Hey, it was your dying wish." Irritation comes off of him in waves.

I walk up to the kids, who cower under my gaze. I stay three feet away from them, so I don't smell their blood, but it comes to me anyway. Ugh, I'm still hungry. I push it down.