Blood Thirster

Chapter 1 | You're in Hell

          "Lista, did you have a jaguar ancestor?" 

          "No. I bet it was a Cheetah." 

         "Callista Lancaster, slow down!" Oh god, here she comes again with my full name. I came to a halt and tried to restrain from taking a step as I sigh loud enough for her to hear. "Leira," I whipped around to face a panting girl, who looks like she's ready to suck all the oxygen in Earth, "....okay, fine. I'll let you breathe for a fine second. You look like you ran an endless marathon," I snorted and gave her the I'm-about-to-burst-into-laughter-if-you-don't-stop-that look. 

       After a few seconds, she finally, well not really, recovered from the walk.. or shall I say 'run' for her brain's dictionary? "Hey, did we just..." Leira trailed off to find the right words before she spoke, "....leave our pouches at the party?" I eyed her in horror with my mouth forming a shape of an 'O' . 

        Wow. We're officially screwed.

        "Kill me now," I facepalmed and sighed once again. Shouldn't have come to the party, you dumb Callista. Well, wondering why we're walking our lives out of the party? First of all, Her Highness - the Bitch Queen - Mira Alba (of the school, of course) took her reign and kissed my crush boldly in front of my face! Second of all, the bitch's minions purposely threw their drinks at me. Perfect, right? I know, I know, I'm being a saint and praying each and everyday for her to go to hell. Oh, and to tell you how much I hate her is an understatement. If I had water and she was on fire, I'd drink it. That's just how I hate her. Oh and this girl here is no minion of hers (of course). She's my best friend Leira Cameron; who thankfully borrowed from Clarissa another dress, cognizant that I don't pretty much would like to go home drenched and reeking of alcohol. Well it's a party in Clarissa's house and I'm grateful that she even offered to let me take a shower while scrunching her nose up of how I smelled after that alcohol baptism from the spawn of Satan. Oh and believe it or not, me and my best bud are actually popular too in school. The Bitch Queen is just jealous of our popularity, and is trying to annihilate our...wait, no, my sole 'existence'. 

       "Lista, keep calm and think of a solution. Despairing isn't gonna help and I know how much you don't want to get back in that house. We'll just have to ask Clarissa for our phones on Monday," she spoke as calm as ever. I idolize this part of her, you know. 

      "Well let's find a taxi and just pay it when we get hom..." My voice faded each second as I realize something about the place encompassing us.

        The stores and street lights..

        Blacked out.

      The place suddenly looked deserted.          

       "I... I have a bad feeling about this," Leira stuttered as she looked at me, alarmed of her vicinity. Street lights were dead and the stores were concealed by the shadows which stretch vastly. The full moon, only the source of light, radiated magnificently through this caliginous area; the heart of the city. The heart of the city, if I may recall, is where those midnight assassination and murders take place. I shudder at the sheer thought of it and carefully glanced sideways to ensure that me and my best friend aren't going to be killed tonight. Oh God, at least not tonight. 

      "Lista, if something happens here, I won't be able to live with Jaw happily in a house with a picket fence, and I blame the very existence of Bitch Queen why we're here. I'll haunt her to death that she'll kill herself for the guilt," she spoke, not looking at me, but eyeing her surroundings as finicky as I am with that perceptive appearance. "Lista, I want you to know, I love you to death and you're my only very best friend and I swear I'll look for you and find you in heaven," I looked at Leira who was ridiculously scared as I am, shitless. "Faggot. We're not going to die. If we did die, it's because of your big mouth," I looked at her, trying to retrieve the humor I once had before the Bitch Queen incident.