Cold Bitch

Sympathy For The Devil - The Rolling Stones

Monster. Eddie dwells on the stern word while they make their way out of the bunker. School starts in an hour, the adrenaline kick is starting to lose its power over them, and they are all starting to feel sleepiness taking over them instead. Only having two to three lessons this day, they consider just going home to sleep, but they know it's no use. They know they won't be getting too much sleep, knowing what monster is in their possession and waiting for their return. It's obvious what Mickey wants to do with the vampire, he wants it gone, but Eddie is unsure. They don't know this creature, what it wants and what it's thinking. Maybe that's what Mickey is so afraid of, Eddie wonders. The teen can absolutely appreciate the fear of the vampire, in order to survive, he has to kill, and he's probably been planning their death even before he saw them. But wouldn't anyone have done the same? If the vampire dies himself if he's not taking other people's lives, does killing really make him that evil? Every creature on this planet is wired for survival, humans kill animals to survive, and even for sport, and animals kill other animals, animals that kill plants to survive themselves. Why is killing for survival evil or wicked when it comes to this animal, and natural when it comes to any other? It doesn't sit right with Eddie. He's not dumb, he understands that it would probably not be a great idea to let the vampire roam freely in the night to kill as he wishes again, but ending him completely seems unfair. Dooming the creature to live in captivity for the rest of it's existence may be brutal, but killing it is pretty much double standards. He's not that much different from them, if you really think about it. Shooting the vampire one last almost sympathetic glance, Eddie closes the heavy doors of the bunker and puts the lock on the handles, leaving him in complete darkness. What is it that makes someone a monster?

...

French class is usually my sleeping class, but this fine morning I can't seem to relax enough to even blink, even though I'm really fucking tired. And even though Mrs. Hanson seems to be talking particularly loud and fast, I'm so tired I almost think I understand what she's saying in the foreign language sometimes. I actually understand her really well right now, in fact. suspiciously well... I really need a nap. I've flunked this class two years in a row... At least M seems to be enjoying himself. For the last twenty minutes, he's been ripping small shreds of his (really important) assignment and crumbled them up into tiny, tiny balls.

Lisa, the poor soul that's in the seat in front of him, has picked out this really pretty, pink, new dress and styled it immaculately to what she thinks is perfection. M apparently doesn't agree, it seems like he has some ideas of his own on how to spice her look up. I'd guess he thinks it would look even prettier if her new dress had long holes scattered across the back, because he's been tossing those paperballs of his down the neck of her dress for a while now and she'll be scratching herself like crazy when she stands up to walk and those balls start moving around under the fabric. Genious fucking asshole.

The idea of diving head first into my soft, heavenly bed and sleep for ten years is almost arousing, and would probably be a good idea, considering none of us have slept for way too long... But the chances of any of us actually getting some rest while knowing that we've got a vampire in our loving care is very unlikely.

When the dream team is finally reunited in the cafeteria (all looking like zombies) we instantly fall down into the chairs around the most closed off table in the whole cafeteria. Drained out of energy and life we look into eachothers dead eyes and try to keep the idiot act up. Poking around on autopilot in what we suspect is a meatloaf (I think I see a toenail floating around in there. Just like mom's cooking... M's mom.) we're doing our best to keep the atmosphere light-hearted by dissing the "food" animatedly. But soon our dazed vocabulary has run out of insults and when there's nothing more to say about the disconfigured meatloaf, we can no longer ignore the obvious fact that we've all been thinking about the exact same thing this whole awful meal. We all want to talk about the horrible secret we've got hidden away in our childhood playground, but for obvious reasons... we can't talk about that in the school cafeteria with all of our fellow hardworking and honest students. We can't risk our great reputation! (Yeah, right..) We'd get bullied into oblivion if we even breathed the word vampire in here... That's what happened to Vince and what made him the easy pray for our starving little group of losers that he is part of today.

M is the one breaking the silence. With a mouth full of the uneatable goo, he looks up at us with sparkling eyes and speaks out like he hasn't just stuffed his cheeks like a chipmunk with literal cowshit.

"Wanna skip school and go to the bunker?" He asks obnoxiously, like we're going camping or some shit. Idiot. The second he announced our potential departure, the hair raising sound of short heels clacking against the floor (the same way they've probably done since Hitler shot himself) is blessing our highly trained ears. Mrs. Conners walks past us with a sallad (not even the pretentious teachers of this dump can pretend to like the food here), looking down at M with a frown so deep you can't see where the raisin wrinkles begin or end. You can tell she's thinking about the good old days when teachers were allowed to hit the kids as her eyes transformed into slits and her nose scrunched up at the thought of teenagers having fun. Luckily, she just passes us by, leaving us with one warning look before turning her ugly heel around and walking towards the teachers table with a dismissive scoff.

As soon as we're out of danger we all stand up as if on command, letting our cutlery fall on the fine china of the gourmet worthy upper class cafeteria with a head turning sound. Our feet dragging across the heavily beat-down linoleum floor, heading passively to freedom... or at least our freedom.

...

Turning on the light inside the bunker, the familiar scent of mold is instantly greeted by our expecting nostrils and our bloodshot eyes by the pretty and pale- No! By the pretty pale face of our mysterious vampire. Unexpectedly, he hasn't gnawed himself through the cage and waited in the darkness for us to return to his prison and slit our throats out with his razor sharp teeth. To our delight (and at least my relief), the longhaired vampire is still contained inside the bars of the cage we struggled to get into this fucking hell hole.

With his lips parted (a potential sign of a suppressed gasp) he turns his head in the speed only a creature inhuman enough to be made to kill one could possibly muster in our direction. I don't understand why though, the vampire could probably hear the car driving over last season's dried and bleached leaves from a mile away and knew we were coming before we knew whether we would turn back or not ourselves... if it's anything like in Vince's comics. It is possible that he may have tried to send us a message... as if that slaughter of us that I saw coming the second M put his hand on the door isn't canceled, but just delayed. The expression on the vampire's face suggests something else though.

In his eyes a red light of shock is blinking bright like the one on top of a firetruck. He doesn't look like he wants to rip our throats out and paint the walls of this place with our blood at all. He looks... as relieved as I probably do at the moment. Relieved that we came back? No. Grateful that we came back alone. Once again I find myself thinking he looks like any other kid our age (except for the pale skin and those razor sharp teeth i was going on about before, of course). He looks tired and... maybe a little scared even? ...wouldn't I be?

(So sorry for being so horribly inactive. There has been a lot of stuff going on latley but hopefully I will be able to post more regularly again now.... at least more often than a couple of months between each chapter... Anyways, thanx för being patient and thank you for readig. I will see you again in about three years then! No, im just kidding. I will post again as soon as possible. As always comments and thoughts are highly appriciated. Thanx again! Take care!)