The lights exchanged before my eyes, music blasted through my eardrums and vodka sliding down my throat began to numb my limbs. Pain still coursed through me, strong and unrelenting, reminding me there was no way to numb my soul.
Sheila danced next to me, her voluptuous hair bouncing up and down, lights reflecting off the beams of sweat coating her forehead. She looked happy, even through the fake fog and my blurry vision.
A part of me was glad, a part of me resented her.
All the emotions I've been tying to keep out crept up on me, loosened by alcohol. Why did I ever think drinking would numb me?
The beat reverberated through my limbs, making me follow it almost against my will. I had no idea what time it was. Has the sun come up? Have the cultists attacked?
Someone grabbed my forearm.
"Let's get something to eat!" Tina screamed in my ear, a wild grin gripping her lips.
There was something inherently vampiric about Tina; something unhinged and slightly sadistic, and sometimes, I thought turning her into a vampire was the worst thing I've ever done.
But right now, I was glad she was the way she was, uninhibited, reckless and alluring.
I nodded and pulled Sheila off the dancefloor.
"Everything is so soft!" Sheila shouted, her eyes hazy, dark and full of desire.
Vampirism hit and it hit hard. The world she knew was slowly slipping out of her grasp, especially here and now.
Tina pointed at two guys standing near the bar. They were on the prowl, looking for the drunkest girl to take home, probably hoping they'd get laid.
They were handsome, too. Tall and well-built, with sharp, but symmetric facial features, although slightly indistinguishable from one another. Blood pumped through their veins, testosterone-filled, strong and delicious. Tina knew how to pick them. Sometimes I thought her vampy senses were stronger than mine.
"Enough." Thomas grabbed my forearm.
I tried to shake him off, "Let go!"
"You're drunk." He said, his grip tightening. "They're drunk."
William appeared next to Tina, blocking her way to the guys. Sheila didn't seem to mind any of it; her body refused to stop moving in the rhythm of the music.
"It's time to go home!" William grabbed Tina's shoulders and turned her away from the guys.
"You're such party breakers!" Sheila slurred. "I want to dance! Let. Me. Dance!"
She jumped up and down,
"We're going home." Thomas pulled me towards him.
If I weren't so drunk, I'd probably punch him in the face. William pushed Tina towards the exit. Sheila wasn't strong enough or sober enough to mind. Plus, she probably thought we were going to an after-party.
The night was calm and peaceful, contrasting the dizzying and disorienting state of my mind. Faint traces of light shimmered on the faraway horizon, the dawn was near. The world spun around me the moment music silenced. The remnants of the beat still buzzed in my ears. I put one leg in front of the other, trying to walk in the straight line.
Thomas dragged me to the car, pissed off.
"You're such an asshole." I burped. "I can't believe I'm living with you."
Tina latched on my other arm, almost pulling me down, "Are you two fucking?"
"No!" Thomas and I shouted at the same time.

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Vampire Emeritus (Part #3) ✔
VampireTwo years have gone by and all the procrastinating Chloe's done has finally caught up with her. Chloe and Thomas are building a vampire army, Ian is still gone and Chloe hasn't heard from Sheila and Caiden in two years. The vampire cult is on the r...