Two Eyes, Two minds, Two Fangs

Chapter 5

I dropped down onto the couch in our spacious lounge, my head pounding with both mine, and my mothers questions.

"Are you sure you're okay honey? You haven't been right since we got back from the hospital." she asked yet again.

"I'm fine mom... Please stop asking me that... I probably just picked up a bug on the ward; its noting." I sighed in reply, sick of people questioning me about my health. That was the least of my worries. To be quite frank I couldn't give a shit about how ill I felt or how badly my head was spinning on my shoulders. I just wanted the questions to go; and to make them disappear, I needed to see the hunting guy with the amazing eyes. I needed to see those eyes and be sure I was okay despite how sure I was sounding in front of my friends and family. I just didn't understand why this had to happen now... I had lived in this small town in Nevada since I could remember; why was everything changing now?

"Are you sure sweetie?" She asked, interrupting my mental babble.

"Yes." I snapped, "I'm fine! Okay? I'm fine!"

"Okay..." My mom backed from the room, her hurt expression instantly lighting a spark of guilt with in me. I couldn't apologize though; tears were welling behind my eyelids and I was afraid my shaky voice would give that away. I let her leave the room before I breathed out and allowed those tears I had left to spill over onto my cheeks and down, dampening my front. I sunk down into the cushions of the couch, shying away from the world, cowering in my corner. I felt like shit but I didn't want to sleep. I didn't wish to see the monster in my dreams and I didn't want to see that that monster was myself. The thought of it made me want to throw up again. I was a wreck. I looked up and across into the corridor from where I sat and caught sight of myself in the large, floor-to-ceiling mirror that hung out there. My hair was mussed and my make-up a disgrace. Most of my foundation had been washed from my skin leaving me looking blotchy and even more ill that I felt. I had little ribbons of mascara crawling down my face and my eyes were bare and red.

"Aah, shit." I mumble to myself, half heartedly and looked away from my ugly reflection, burying my head even further into the cushions around me.

I didn't sleep that afternoon but my eyelids were heavy and my head lolled to the side more than once. I didn't have to sleep to recall that horrid image I had seen in my dreams. I couldn't even remember sleeping in that lesson though, it was just as if my imagination had somehow reeled out of control and taken root firmly in my mind. I hadn't been able to stop the terrifying images from taking over and attacking my mind but I had been able to remember it all like it had actually happened to me. I even felt the twinge in my neck where I had been 'bitten' and the saliva in my mouth on thinking of the wonderful taste the 'blood' had brought.

"...The town of Sun Valley - Nevada - has been under attack from unusual and some have said 'supernatural' forces recently. On saturday night in a packing and removal station very near to Carson City itself, a large group of teens were attacked by a small cluster of 'civillians' who most of were killed. The police are still working 24/7 to uncover the happenings of that night and the large majority of the teens present there are being interviewed for any new leads or tighs to the event. We will keep you on a..." The familiar sounding voice of our local news reader said as I tried hard to block her out. We all knew how shit everything was, so why did we need to be reminded? Why did I have to be reminded?"

"Dee?" A sweet little voice interrupted my struggle, giving me something else to focus on. My younger sister, Natalie bounced into our family lounge, her little strawberry blond, curly piggy tails jumping around her face as she approached me quickly.

"You're already home?" She questioned, too used to waiting for me to arrive home from school atleast two hours after she usually did.

"Yeah..." I sighed, "I got sent home. I was ill." I admitted to her, holding my arms open for a, from my side somewhat reluctant, hug.

"Ugh! Were you sick?" She squealed, crawling up onto my lap.

"Yep." I said, folding my arms around her waist, making sure she didn't jump around on my delicate stomach too much.

"Well that's phooey! Now you have a poorly hand and a poorly tummy." She worked out, waving her soft hair in my face.

"Yeah, I do." I agreed, shifting her to my side so she wasn't crushing my 'poorly tummy' and so I could see the picture on the TV. The names of those killed at the party flashed up on the screen in painfully bright red lettering. I saw the names of the twins and many, many others that I recognized. It brought tears to my eyes and an uncomfortable heat turn in my stomach. I shoved Natalie off of my lap roughly and ran to the bathroom, not being able to stop myself from throwing-up again. Just remembering everything and how fast it had all moved made my gut twist and pull where it sat. It was like severe travel sickness rolling threw my body and infecting my mind. I coughed and spulttered as I took a deep breath, inhaling hard causing me to wretch again.

"Delilah?" My mom shouted, hammering on the now locked bathroom door. "Are you okay?" She asked through the wood and plaster.

"Yes, I just feel a little queezy." I lied back. She must be stupid to believe that lie... I guess thats why she didn't.

"Come out honey... go to bed and get some rest."

"No!" I mumbled back, "I feel queezy, just give me a second."

"Try drinking some water." She suggested, persisting in NOT leaving me the hell alone.

"Okay." I sighed, making it evident in my voice that I wanted her to go AWAY!! I waited to hear her footsteps walking from the bathroom door and padding across the kitchen. Only then did I move. I carefully twisted the lock on the bathroom door, being sure not to make a sound, and slowly poked my head around the corner. In the mirror I saw that both my mother and Nat had their backs to me, giving me the perfect opportunity to escape. I don't know where I wanted to escape to; I just had to get out; I had to find the hunting guy... I needed to know his name. I needed to know I was okay... really okay. 

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