Consumed

The Broken

The room was filled with music blaring off the walls. Every turn there was either a drinking game or people sucking each other's faces like their lives depended on it. Sweaty alcohol induced bodies movies in sync in the living room and in the back room a game had been going on for hours. As I looked around, I couldn't understand why my peers enjoyed this. It looked so tiring and an invitation to basic college life. I signed moving my feet to the room of the unbeatable game of truth or dare was going on.

My group of somehow tolerable friends were laughing as my jackass of a roommate trying to do some kind of dance. I rolled my eyes, taking a seat on the sofa. Everyone went on doing stupid dares and revealing unworthy truths, as I pretended to be entertained. "Sorry I'm late guys, I brought a friend," Aliza said. Aliza was just like me in some aspects. I was closer to her than most people at this unbearable school. I looked up to see a girl with short wavy hair who looked uncomfortable to be here. She wore high waisted ripped baggy black jeans and a black cropped tank top that said, 'pretty girl'.

Aliza introduced her to the group one by one. "And last but not least, that's Lukas, I'd stay away, he can be quite rude," Aliza said with a wink. I lightly chuckled. "Everyone, this is Tokin," Aliza said. "Token? Like an arcade Token?" Kyle laughed. Before Aliza could defend the girl, she spoke up. "No, Tokin as in T-O-K-I-N. There is a difference," the girl spoke. "Oh yeah?" Kyle challenged. "And that is?" he continued, as he walked in front of her. He toward over her, making her more uncomfortable. I roll my eyes standing up.

I walked over grabbing his shoulder pushing him onto the couch. "Just play the damn game," I said, giving him a look. He gulped and nodded. The game went on as Aliza and her friend joined in. I hated being around this many humans. I could hear the blood rushing through almost everyone's veins. I haven't eaten in days, and it was starting to become a problem. Being the son of a monstrous yet well respected vampire was hard as is. "Luke," a voice said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at Aliza, who was grinning ear to ear. I raised my eyebrow at her, tilting my head. Everyone was smirking.

"Truth or dare, hotshot," she said, giggling. I swear if I could snap her neck right now I would. "Are you sure you want to play this with me," I asked, slightly amused. I raised up resting my elbows on my knees. "Pick," she demanded. I rolled my eyes, leaning back again. "Very well, dare." I spoke. Everyone was amused. I never play with them. I'm more of a bystander in their party lives. "I dare you 7 minutes in the bedroom with Miss. Tokin King," she said. The girl's head shot up looking at Aliza.

I kept my anger suppressed and stood up walking upstairs. I hate people, especially some random person who has no right to be in my world. I walked into my room and laid on my bed, closing my eyes. I heard Aliza bring the girl in and shut the door. I took a deep breath and froze. That smell, what is it? I could hear her blood pump through her veins, and I could feel her heart beating from here. I smelt her blood, but it was different, it didn't smell like iron everyone else smelled like.

It smelt of vanilla and cinnamon. I was trying so hard to control myself. I stopped breathing all together, but it was still consumed around me. I peek through my closed eyes to see her standing at my book self. I looked at the book in her hand and instantly got up. I took the book from her hands and placed it back on the shelf. I heard her heart speed up. I want to sink my teeth into her so badly. "Do you always go through other things?" I asked, looking down at her. She took a step back. "Sorry, I've just, I didn't think anyone else read realistic myths like that," she said. Her eyes looked everywhere else but me. "Tell me, Tokin, how do you know they are myths," I said lowering my voice.

She gulped, "because supernatural things aren't real, it can't be real, how would humans and they coexist?" She asked, finally looking into my eyes. I smirk, "it's easy," I whispered, stepping closer. "Who's to say I'm not a vampire? Who's to say I'm not the monster hiding underneath the bed?" I asked, getting closer to her. Her heart was going so fast. Blood flushed to her cheeks. I licked my lips, staring at her neck. I could have a little taste. "Because if you were, I'd be dead by now, well according to the book. Plus, why come to a school filled with humans? It's clear you're just the stereotypical bad boy from a romcom," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

I looked into her eyes, raising a brow. "A stereotypical bad boy? Oh, how wrong you are, Tokin. Open your eyes, look into the real world," I spat. I left the room without another word. I don't know why her words bothered me so much. Was it because she basically called my whole existence a joke? Or how she claimed I was some weak human boy who only understood smoking a cigarette and riding a Harley Davison. Whatever it was had my anger through the roof. I walked out the doors of the house and started my walk down the road. How could humans be so clueless to the monster roaming around them?

Cherry Wood was filled with vampires and those idiotic dogs, who think howling at the moon is the best thing ever. Aliza's human best friend was also friends with a werewolf and had no idea what either of them were. The world is nothing but murderous monsters and human coexistence for the better good. My father, Vlad Dracula, basically runs the government. There was something else about her that bothered me. Why was it so hard to control my thrust around her than with other humans? Was it because she was new? Or maybe she was just healthier. I have no clue, but by the end of the semester I will taste her.

Every last drop if I have to. As I walked it started to rain and the breeze got a little stronger. I stood in the middle of the road letting the cold liquid pour onto me. The streetlights were on and the street was untouched by cars. I finally relaxed and closed my eyes feeling the rain wash her scent off of me. I can't let something like that happen again. It was too close. I basically told her what I was. Thankfully, she was too naive and condescending to know I was being truthful. I don't like lying, liars are just people who care what others think. They think if people knew the truth, then they'd be judged