The Smile (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 13

I don’t know why I found myself in a heap at the end of my bed, crying with laughter and a painful stitch cramping my side. But what I do know is that I found that hilarious. Kay just watched me in fascination until I was upright and soothing the stich.

I lost track of how many questions I asked her and how many times I interrupted her out of sheer curiosity. What I do remember however, was learning that apparently, there are many different breeds of vampire. Anics, Links, Hybrids…the list goes on and on.

“And I’m a Farist,” Kay explained. “And amongst all the breeds of vampire there are specialised skills. Each breed is more likely to develop a certain skill. Some are more likely to read minds, some to trick human minds, some teleport, some fly, turn invisible, shoot lasers from their eyes…as ridiculous as it sounds.”

“So Farists…?” I interrupted questioningly for the umpteenth time.

She bit her full red lip and suddenly found my bed quilt extraordinarily fascinating. After about thirty seconds of silence it became blatantly obvious that I wasn’t going to get an answer.

“Erm ok…so how old are you?”

Kay took a sharp intake of breath, clearly indicating that that was the question she was praying for me not to ask. This time ninety seconds of silence passed and I sighed as I got up from the bed and went to go sit on my wheely chair by my desk.

“What I do?” Kay asked genuinely shocked.

“What did I do.” I corrected irritated. “You told me you’d tell me everything but the second you find a question the slightest bit uncomfortable you clam up.

“It’s not that simple Jessica.”

Click

“It’s very fucking simple!” I heard myself exclaim. “I was born in 1996. It’s a very simple number. I was born on a Sunday. It’s a very simple day.”

I knew I was being irrational but I was frustrated. The click probably wasn’t helping either. Plus it seemed as though Dani already knew everything and I was the only one being kept in the dark. I stared at Kay in silence yet again, determined not to be the first one to speak and crack again. Kay seemed to be having an internal battle with herself that seemed to last a full five minutes. I sat and watched with my arms folded across my chest. At last she shrugged and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like “Fuck it” before she strode towards along the wooden floor and placed a cool hand atop my cheek. The second her skin made contact with mine I realised that I wasn’t myself.

I felt shorter. My hands were bound behind my back to a large stone column and I was acutely aware of the fire burning in my neck and shoulder blades, indicating that I had been in this uncomfortable position for far too long. I whipped my head to the side and was slightly puzzled when my brunette curtain of hair didn’t obstruct me vision. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if I had hair at all.

Next to me I found another short haired girl, bound in the same way. At first glance she appeared to be sleeping as she had her head bowed. But upon closer inspection it was evident that she had been knocked out. There was a horrific amount of dried blood on the side of her temple closest to me and her bottom lip was shockingly large. Only the quick but shallow movements of her chest let me know that she was still in the land of the living. I looked lower down, my eyes straining in the dim light from the windowless room, and found her almost completely naked, bar the small strip of cloth thrown over the apex of her thighs to preserve what little modesty she had left. Her lower legs were littered with bruises, some that looked like they were from weeks ago and other that were still forming. There was also a nasty scare on the right side of her belly button about 6 inches long. I looked down and found myself in the same shameful state; naked with bruises. I felt a scream rise in my throat but my vocal chords felt like two layers of gravel were rubbing together and even if the sound had gotten past the moisture starved walls of my throat, it wouldn’t have gotten past the saliva soaked woollen gag. I tried to move slightly, to ease the torture my upper back was suffering but it was no use. Calling for help was futile. Moving was futile. I hit my head against the column defeated.