Outcast

Chapter 3: An interesting Walk

I was too tired and disappointed to keep the tears that I had been suppressing the whole night from pouring down my white cheeks. My eyeliner ran down along with my tears but I simply couldn't care any less. I had no reason binding me to my stupid life. Man, I sounded like one of those troubled teens on TV. What's next? Would I want to try to commit suicide? Well, no; I would never even dream of it. I want to live and be happy, even if it means going through some very hard times with possibly no way out. I would fight for my life.

It was already midnight and I wasn't even half way there. I was in a little disadvantage, walking without shoes. Damn all high heels I own. The stupid high heel tradition started when I was twelve. Since I'm one of those unfortunate short girls, I started wearing high heels from a very young age. By thirteen I was able to wear most high heels that even older women find difficulty to wear. I felt a drop on my shoulder. I couldn't believe it. It' started raining before I could make a coherent thought. There weren't any places were I could take refuge from the rain so I had to take the shorter path which went through the fields. Some rotten luck! Damn, why of course,  when would you expect a real storm in summer if not when I have to walk barefoot home!! Stupid unsettled whether.

I hurried because I didn't want to get entirely soaked. I was so busy thinking about my friends and high heels that I didn't notice the gray clouds accumulating above me. I started running even though I was still very far from home. I ran until I was forced to stop because I needed to catch my breath. The ground wasn't smooth; it was hard soil with rocks which kept tearing into my bare flesh. At this rate I would not only get soaked but also catch a cold which would leave me looking like the ugly duckling for a week. I gave up my running plan. It was too painful and tiring and I needed every ounce of energy that I had left.

Well, good bye and good riddance to my curls which were now dripping wet with water. My hair was another reason why I hated to go out so much. I had to work about two hours on it every time that I washed it. It was just too thick. It couldn't decided whether it wanted to be curly or straight so in result it gave me very ugly and unmanageable light brown curls.

I kept on going but my sore feet slowed me down a lot. I was about another half an hour walk away from any form of civilized living. Great! I could hear the wind howling between the trees. Then I noticed how everything around me was so spooky. Suddenly, a thought that hadn't occurred to me before, slowly arose in my head. What if I meet someone on my way home; someone with very dark intentions about me? I thought I saw some black thing lying on the road ahead. What could it be? I approached it and before I could even turn around I saw a ravenous icy white face.

Oh shit! This was truly the end for me! He grabbed me under his steel grip and even though I struggled it was no use as his hands were gripping me tightly. He could have anything I owned, even my house but I had a feeling that he had other plans in mind for me. He was going to rape me. I tried to shout but no one could here me.

"Kill me, but leave my body alone!" I might as well die with dignity rather than being used. I would not give up fighting for my life until the last breath escapes my lungs and my last drop of blood is shed. I expected him to try to undress me but instead he bit my neck. It was no ordinary love bite. It tore my skin, and when his teeth sunk in my flesh, it burned like hell. I stared with eyes open wide. His crimson eyes shone much more brightly as he sucked on my blood. I could not bring myself to believe it. I was being ended by an imaginary creature. Maybe it was all just a bad dream but I severely doubted that. A burning pain so strong could not be imagined.

I thought that he would just drain my blood until I lose consciousness and slowly die but instead he lifted his head. He pulled the nearest tree he could find by its roots and dug a deeper hole. I still hadn't lost consciousness and I could see that it took him a great effort not to continue finishing the remaining blood but instead he picked my limp body up from the ground and put it gently in the hole that he had just made.

"Don't worry my child, if you were able to survive it must mean that you're worthy. We'll meet again." He used the tree as a lid for my hole and the next think I knew, all I could see was darkness.

The pain was bewildering. Though I could feel the roots scaring my skin, that pain could be a mere tickle compared to the burning that was spreading in my veins instead of blood.