How much shit can a person go through before they're truly dead on the inside?"
Life is a challenging journey. It can be even more difficult when three girls find out that they possess extraordinary powers. One would assume that their abilities woul...
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Waking up, my head pounding as my eyes flutter open. I could hear two people talking, one a male and the other a female. The sun was almost gone over the horizon, casting a darkness over us. Looking around I see grass and dirt everywhere. Where am I?
I scrunch my nose, feeling the dried blood on my face. I sit up and see the blonde, Diana, and Hunter from before. Their eyes go wide as they see me.
Haha, I forgot how weird it is for someone to come back to life. Their expressions are hilarious. Wish I had my phone so I could take a picture. This is going to be fun to mess with them.
"Ugh. You didn't have to suck me dry. Satan had to spit me out, AGAIN." I say jokingly as I stand up and dust off my clothes. They don't say a word, they just look at me like I'm a ghost.
"I know I'm hot, but it's rude to stare." I remark sarcastically as I walk closer to them.
"H-how... the hell are you alive?" Hunter asks as I shrug.
"Why did you suck me dry?" I raise a questioning eyebrow.
"Are you like us?" I hear Blondey ask from behind me. With a heavy sigh, I turn towards her, shrugging slightly.
"None of your damn business." I say, trying to walk off.
"You just came back from the fucking dead. How is it none of our business?" Diana asks, folding her arms.
"Fine, I'm a ghost!" I yell as I start to say "Booooooooo" in a spooky way while waving my arms.
They roll their eyes at me, annoyed at my childishness.
"Just because I let you suck my blood doesn't mean I have to tell you shit." I say as I try to walk off again but I was hit in the back of the head again. I turn towards Diana again.
"Concussion number 3." I say as I hold up three fingers before I fall unconscious.
* * *
Waking up I feel the cold concrete floor below me. I hear three voices arguing about something.
"Does anyone have a Tylenol or maybe advil.. Alcohol?" I ask as everyone looks at me. The leader bites his wrist and feeds me his blood.
"Ima start calling you Damon Salvatore." I remark as he stands up, annoyed at my words. I stand up a few moments later.
"So, are you like us?" Hunter asks, catching my attention. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their persistence.
