Petrichor ~ P.L.

Chapter Eighteen

"You are going to make a lovely snack." 

My skin grew flushed and my heartbeat quickened in fear at the sight of the vampire in front of me.  Now, this is what I imagined a vampire would look like, with the blood-red eyes and all.  A part of me snickered at his sparkliness when the sunlight would hit him, but it was hardly the appropriate time to laugh. 

The human side of me was terrified at the man who wanted to suck out every ounce of blood in my body.  Though, oddly, another part of me, the more instinctual part was...angry. Angry that the thing in front of me thought it could just take innocent lives. Even scared and torment them until he killed them with no remorse.  I looked dead into his eyes, the bright scarlet red reflecting all of the lives he took. 

Maybe I had lost my mind, or maybe I was just stupid, but as I took in the bloodsucker in front of me, who was very capable of killing me in an instant, I began to laugh.  Full-on laughter from my stomach. 

He faltered slightly and furrowed his brow in confusion, obviously not used to this reaction.  

"You-" I wiped a tear from under my eye, "You're going to make me a snack?" I looked at him, feeling flushed in heat, and heartbeat quicken, though not in fear this time.  I straightened up, "You know what," I threw my hands up, "Fucking do it then.  Kill me," I chuckled in defeat, "because of course when I get a little semblance of happiness, you know, just taking a stroll in the woods, a filthy little pathetic bloodsucker like you would come and ruin it." I began to walk towards him, "Do you have any idea what the fuck has been happening to me lately?" The vampire shook his head in shock, I chuckled again and looked at him, taking a step closer with every word I said, "My parents died, I was sent home from the school they were proud of me for getting in, my best friend shunned me, I came back, we made up kind of, did I mention i'm practically in love with him and he doesn't reciprocate?" He shook his head again, talking a step back, "Anyways, I find a family in my friends, Paul and they shun me again, I find out my godfather is actually my real father, and one of my other best friends, who isn't talking to me by the way, is actually my brother! And now," I shoved my finger in his cold, hard chest,"You interrupt my little bit of happiness and say you are gonna make me into a fucking snack?" I glared at him, eyes full of furry, I chuckled, "Well, vampy, I am a fucking snack," I glared at him again, "But i'm not yours." 

His gaze hardened again, no longer in shock at my outburst.  With a painful thud, he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me up against the tree, "You're brave little human, but annoying.  I'm gonna kill you and there's nothing you or your sob story can do about it." He tightened his grip painfully.  I could barely feel it though, as by this point I was boiling hot and shaking. 

"I forgot to mention one thing in that sob story of mine."  I choked out, and he rolled his eyes. 

I smirked, "I can change into a huge fucking wolf." 

In an instant I felt the familiar feel of my bones snapping and reshaping.  The sudden movement threw the vampire back, and I landed on four paws.  I shook out my fur, my anger intensified in wolf form, and slowly stalked towards the vampire, baring my teeth. 

He sprang up from his place on the ground, crouching slightly, and hissed at me.  Did he really think that would scare me? Please.  

I could tell he was confused at the sight of me, but was paying more attention to how to kill me.  At this point, I had very little idea of what I was doing, and my animal instincts almost fully took over. 

Done with our staring contest, I clumsily lunged for him.  He flashed out of the way, taking off into the forest.  I immediately bolted after him, eager to tear his bloodsucker self limb from limb.  I had never been that agressive of a person, but this vampire made me unbelievably violent.