Golden Eyes

T W E N T Y F O U R

It's been a while since I've felt human. It feels foreign, almost unnatural. Being undead is blissful. No pain, or sickness, and sometimes sleeping isn't necessary. 

But my back hurts—a lot.

Not to mention the constant hunger for blood and pancakes. I could sleep for 18 hours and still be tired. To top it off my nipples hurt.

I hate it here.

The bottom of my belly poked through my tank top. I tilted my head and squinted, almost falling into the mirror. I pulled the shirt over my head and sighed in relief. The itchy material was making my nipples even more sore than before.

I shuffled through my messy closet for a new shirt, something that didn't make my nipples feel like they were bleeding. I blindly knocked items on the floor out of my way while analyzing the shelves.

"OW!" I exclaimed, my toe hitting what felt like a brick. "Who the fuck- Oh hey!" I knelt to move the clothes from the keyboard. I complexly forgot I threw that in there when I moved in. I put it on top of one of the dressers making a note to come back for it later. Eventually, I gave up on finding a new shirt, deciding nothing would soothe the sensitive ache, and staying topless was the only thing left to do. I had more important matters at hand.

I had been thinking of breakfast since the moment my eyes opened for the day. The thought of warm blood with an apple had been calling my name the entire time I was looking for a shirt.

After finding a bright green apple in the kitchen I walked down the long hall to the closet in the back. There at a young man with dark hair. His eyes were dazed but not by the topless figure. He was under my control, trapped in the lull of the siren song.

I resorted to going out last night to hunt since Nik hadn't been home since yesterday afternoon. I think the one he brought in was sucked dry.

Anyway, I found the man taking a stroll last night. He was occupied, keeping watch for some reason. While he was distracted I lured him to me. His skin had paled quite a bit since I last checked on him. It didn't matter, we were hungry.

When he slumped to the floor I knew he was out. I sighed knowing the bodies wouldn't get rid of themselves.

Wait. I'm a witch.

I snapped my fingers and both bodies disappeared from my sight. I took a chuck out of the apple and went to grab my phone so I could call Nik.

I started to get worried when he didn't answer after the third time. He wouldn't ignore me. Especially not with me in this condition. I searched my contacts for Elijah and dialed. He didn't answer either.

"Julianne," I said looking up into the sky. "Julianne  you're dead what could you possibly be doing." I didn't have any other way of contacting her. When she appeared her hands flew to her face.

"Why aren't you dressed," she said and it was obvious she was annoyed. "Put a shirt on." Honestly, I forgot about my appearance. My chest didn't feel like it was on fire for once.

I walked into my closet and found an oversized black shirt. I inhaled deeply finding comfort in the scent that lingered.

Julianne was in her usual outfit except her hands were dirty and so was the bottom of her dress. "What have you been up to?" I asked as I scrunched my face up.

"Spells," she answered coolly, rubbing the palm of her hand against the dress. "Are you okay?"

"Is there a way for me to cut my nipple off until after I give birth?" The thought had been on a constant loop for the last hour. That wasn't as important as what I really needed her for but the shirt was starting to bother me.