Blame the Blood

Chapter 6

Alexa

Darkness, I'm perching on my bed. Mine... no, I didn't buy it. My father did.

He is probably alone and scared somewhere or having the time of his life. Without me.

What can I do? I hear the house creak around me, under me. I smell the old dust and sweat encrusted in my clothes. I can lift this bed with one hand. Pointless.

If a girl enters a room and never comes out, is she alive or dead? Who would know?

The door opens slowly, soundlessly. Claws reach around, and then all I see are his eyes. Red and glowing.

"Have. You. Come. To. Kill. Me? I'm ready."

Striding up to me, he wrenches my wrists, squeezing them and checking which one looks juicier.

Taking my left limp wrist to his lips his claw tips my chin, forcing me to look back at him. "You really want me to kill you?"

"I don't want anything."

"What do you mean?"

"I've finally realised my truth."

"What does that mean?" This thing ate my father. He should just eat me already then I'll join my parents. A hiss emminates around his fangs. Red.

I awoke refreshed. At first, I couldn't recollect what had happened in recent days, fell through my room following my usual routine: one, changing out of my... I'd slept in my body armour! That was disconcerting. So, I changed out of her armour, a sleeveless turtleneck made of polyrexiphenylene quatrozerphthalamide or 'Don't get killed Lycra' © 2005 D, dense black over my chest and neck, but with mesh sections of the same fibres to make it more breathable. Into something more casual: tight black skinny jeans and a black tank top. I removed my bra because P.A.I.N! Plus it was only ever me and father in the house.

I wandered down to the kitchen to rustle up some, eggs perhaps? When I reached the second landing, there was a strange buzz cascading through my being, so much energy, I could take the hard way for the funs.

With a mere glance towards the stairs I ignored them, flipping over the bannister I caught the opposite wall firmly with one hand and climbed down the stairway arms and legs outstretched like a ninja, reaching the bottom floor landing's door frame, backflipping off the wall and landing perfectly on bare feet. Ewe, have to pedicure later on in the day.

In the kitchen reality of hit, the vampire from before was there, in my kitchen drinking blood out of a martini glass!

How dare he be here after he tried to kill me! No? He did something to father! No? He ignored my insane sleep-deprived suicide attempt and let me live and decided to stay in the house? Perhaps a little gratitude was deserved. "What are you still doing here?"

I needed to overcome the smell of his "drink." I fetched the ingredients for poached eggs on yesterday's sourdough bread, toasted with asparagus and a hollandaise sauce. Studying the vampire secretly. "And who's blood is that?"

"That matter." He slurped callously. The nerve of him! I spun around, kitchen knife poised threateningly ready to plunge it into various parts of him, "Yes! There will be no killing under my roof!" Diana bounded in, perching herself at the table.

"Alexa it's all fine, I called up the closest blood bank and got us a delivery. What's for breakfast?" She glowed with excitement. Yup, D's relative alright, same obsession with food and the not making of it. "Okay, if any of that blood smells like it's fresh, I will end you." I continue cooking. "Diana, you wanted breakfast too?"

"Yes please, you always made an extra portion for D, just think of me as an extension of him."

"Yeah Alexa, I'd like some too." He added.