Teeth

Chapter 7: What Are You?

Chapter 7: What Are You?

Stark

The days that followed their date were uneventful as I got used to Marketa and having two girlfriends (yip its official).

Jamie and I decided that our dates should be more private and less public. I agreed because with all that attention given to us you’d think I was dating Lindsay Lohan. So all we did was hang and I got to know her family and what-not.

Aphrodite called and I told her that I missed her (which was the truth) and that nothing really eventful had happened (which was a lie).

Dad complained that I shouldn’t be dating two girls when he found Jamie and me in an incriminating position. I tried to give him the “we’re-just-friends” speech but he didn’t seem to believe me. My sister seemed to be adjusting well and we got a new puppy named Max.

The night it happened, Jamie and I were just having a regular date at her house. With her parents gone, it left Jamie and me alone with her siblings.

We were sitting in lounge watching Dracula (a timeless classic), when clumsy me got up to go to the bathroom and slipped on the wet marble floor and fell straight into the glass end table which shattered. Long red flows of blood ran across my arms where several pieces of glass cut into my skin.

“Ouch, God I'm such an idiot,” I said looking up to the faces of seven suddenly ravenous people who didn’t look like people at all. Their faces were filled with lust, their pupils were blood red and it sounded like they were hissing and with their lips, and I swear I could see fangs!

Wake up, wake up, wake up! I told myself, but for some reason I knew I was already awake.

 Edward was the first to pounce, and almost got me if Jamie hadn’t hit him out of the way with such inhuman strength that he dove into the wall, nearly shattering it!

 Next was the innocent Zoey who was gnarling at me with lustful, hungry eyes that scared the shit out of me, but Tamsin dragged her away. But it was just my luck that Edward had got up and pinned Jamie down as Damon and Erick ran out.

Which left me with Elena who took the others distraction as an opportunity to pounce, which she did, and grabbed my shoulders and sank her teeth (fangs?) into me...

Jamie

It all happened so fast.

First Stark fell and cut himself which was about the worst thing he could do. Then the smell hit her and she was right, his body was protecting his scent, which was highly unusual, and now that his blood was exposed there was nothing it could do.

The sent was in two words immensely amazing, the kind that was so rare it was believed to be a myth. The smell was so enchanting that she almost killed him but her control gave her the courage to block her senses that were exposing her to smell and leap for Edward who had been the first to react.

She pinned him down and in a split second let down her guard an caught a hint of the intoxicating smell and leaped for Stark’s neck but was caught in time by Edward who now seemed to have gained control.

Zoey almost got Stark but was pulled away by Tamsin which left Elena alone with a shot at the prize. Within a second Elena had Stark’s neck on her mouth and sank her fangs into his artery and drank.

In the next moment, Damon stormed into the room and dragged Elena away from Stark and Jamie got a glimpse of the expression on Stark’s face, she saw confusion, terror, amazement, pain, sadness, and a deep sense of true betrayal which sent a pang a hurt through her chest, before he passed out.

Stark

When I woke up I felt a sharp pain in my arm and on my neck and was lying in my bed. I called my father and asked what happened. He told me that Jamie said I fell, cut myself and passed out, which I knew wasn’t the whole truth.

What happened after I fell? As soon as I asked myself that, the events that happened played through my head like a movie, one gory seen after another. First the fall, then the cut, then the expressions and then the attack...

It was awful, a nightmare. I tried to make sense of it, tried to put it logically, but all that came to me was brutal images from horror movies and camp stories. The fangs, the eyes, the hunger for my blood...

What did that make them?

Vampires?

 Monsters?

No that was only in gory stories in movies because unlike the movies, garlic never affected them, they never shunned away from crucifixes, ate food and did just fine in the light. But how would that explain the fact that they had fangs? And drank my blood?

Let’s try and look at it in this way, in Twilight and The Vampire Diaries, vampires thrive in the night and even in the day, the normal clichés don’t apply to them.

And not all of them are bad...

But still! That’s fiction and this is real life. But then again father always told me there’s always truth in fiction?

There's only one way to find out. And that’s to ask. No way am I gonna search the web for faction on mythology and things that go bump in the night. I'm not Bella neither am I Heath (from the House of Night). More of a confronter like Elena...

So yeah tonight I march over there and demand they tell me who or what they are!

But how?

That night I decided that I would visit and demand to know the truth but Jamie had already beaten me to it and was now sitting on his bed.

“So I'm not going to beat around the bush or anything” I told her and she nodded. “I know what happened last night.” again she nodded.

“So, what are you?”