Blood Lust

Chapter Eight

Date: Monday, March 1
Time of Death:3:37a.m.
Victim: 11

I think I'm right about Atlas being a vampire. I mean, all the signs point to him. But are vampires even real? They definitely could be.

I'm not going to confront him. Instead, I'll watch him secretly.

Yesterday the serial killer claimed another victim. Her name was Kenley Shims. She was a senior. So far all victims are female and students of Brooklyn High School.

The school is still continuing because they claim "students are safer at school" than anywhere else apparently.

Could Atlas be doing this? I suspect he's a vampire but he can't be the one killing right? Right?

It's 1:58 a.m. I'm watching to see if Atlas meets this mystery women. So far, he hasn't.

A soft know raps on my door. I pretend to be asleep.

"Thalia...Thalia...please wake up...I need you." I hear the soft voice of Atlas speaking to me. I feel the bed sink as he sat on the edge. I keep "sleeping."

"Please...I did something bad." He gets choked up on his words. Almost like...he's crying. His hands caress my face. "I really need you."

Should I wake up or should I keep pretending?

Before I can make a decision, he leaves.

.............

I hope Atlas is okay. He didn't seem okay last night. I grab my robe and walk to his room.

I knock softly on his door. "Atlas." His door swings open immediately. "What?" "How are you doing?" I try to keep in nonchalant. "Fine. Why?" "I had a dream that you were upset." I lie. He tenses. "Fine," is the last thing he says before he slams the door in my face.

"Asshole." "I heard that." He yells from behind the closed door.

Although the school said we would keep going, they posted online school will be postponed indefinitely. I wonder how this will affect our future.

About half an hour later I go to knock on his door again when it swings open and he's standing with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is damp and a sweet tangy smell lingers. "Just got out of the shower." Is all he says. My eyes can't help but wander down his chest. His body is amazing, like he works out or something. Just slightly above his towel is a sharp v line angling towards his—.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Forrest yells as he leaves his room. I glance up at Atlas to see a huge grin on his face. I can feel mine warming up. "I was asking him if he wanted to hang out since school
is canceled." "Oh I'm sure you were," Atlas replies. Forrest mutters under his breath as he walks downstairs. Atlas leans down the whisper in my ear, "if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask," before shutting his door in my face for the second time.

Why the fuck is there butterflies in my stomach? And why the fuck and I so turned on?
.............

"That's what I'm saying!" I tell Elinor in the phone. "Like what the fuck." She replies. I lower my voice. "Im not supposed to be turned on by him, but I am so bad." I groan. "What if he likes me back though. He was definitely flirting with me." "Yea," she agrees," "and also when he made Tyler break up with you. He's definitely jealous." I lay on my stomach with my phone to me ear with my legs swinging in the air. "And holy fuck his v-line! Chefs kiss. If I could, I'd lick my tongue all over his body." "Lia maybe you need to just fuck and get it out of your system bitch. He obviously wants to fuck to." Maybe I will. "I'll try." We talk for a few more minutes and then hang up.