A Vampire and a Dying Girl

A Hint of Jealousy

 7/9/08

Wednesday 8:05 AM

It's been two days since the orphanage, two days since my last nightmare, and two days since Blake saved me from the wretched people who 'adopted' me. They were taking me to a sex slave company for young girls when Blake stopped them. The car crash didn't do any major damage to me, just a few bruises. I haven't had any nightmares since I left the orphanage, but lately, I think I have been losing my mind. I can read languages I would have never thought possible, I can speak every language Blake throws at me, even the Nephilim language. Every time I talk to him in this tongue, his eyes are wide and a smile is plastered on his face as if in appraisal of the first time I spoke it. I didn't tell him that I thought I heard him that night, that I heard him say I was changing into something, something not quite right. We are leaving the apartment today, he says it's not safe to stay in one place for too long. I have to go pack now. I guess I'll write to you after we're at our destination. Bye.

I put my journal in my backpack along with the rest of my so called, "belongings" pull on my beanie and got into the truck, (which by the way is my favorite truck of all time. It is a 1960 cherry red Chevrolet). We barely make it out of the driveway when something pounds onto the back of the chevy, almost giving me a heart attack. I turn to look out the window and find myself looking at a girl. She looks about my age with long brown hair and green eyes with small freckles peppering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. I look over to Blake, who is grinning from ear to ear as I try to slow the beating of my heart. "She's a friend, don't worry about it." He turns on the radio and we make our way into town. We turn into the gas station parking lot to get some fuel before we leave for Montana. Blake has a cabin in the woods there. He says it will be safe for now, but that we will eventually have to move again. He keeps saying that people can't learn what I am or what I am becoming. I pull out my journal from my bag and curl up on the weathered leather seats and start to write to pass the time.

7/9/08

Wednesday 11:47 AM

It's been 3 hours since we left the apartment and I really have to pee. We all decided to get drinks while we were at the gas station which was probably not the best idea in the world. So now I have to sit here and wait for 2 more hours, that's our next available time. Also because we're in the middle of nowhere and it will probably take that long to find another gas station that's not populated. I have to stay out of sight from regular people, and those who are trying to find me. It gets tiring now and again; Blake doesn't talk much and he only listens to old country music, and every once in awhile I see him sneak glances at me while the mystery girl smacks her gum or decides to nap the whole time. I am, (although this drive sucks), glad that Blake found me. By now, I could be somewhere in Europe as a slave. Maybe this will turn out for the better, maybe I can finally do something with my life except for self harm and I could finally change something, like my anorexia. I don't ever eat. It's not because I can't, it's because I choose not too. When there were older boys in the orphanage, they would call me fat and ugly, so I stopped eating. From time to time, the headmistress would force me to eat but when she wasn't looking I would make myself sick so that I couldn't gain any weight. Self harm was for the way people treated me and for the way I felt about myself, I always felt like I was worthless, like I was of no use to anyone, that I was always in the way. I was unwanted, and unloved. Some nights I would cry myself to sleep and the blood on the sheets were as vivid as the tears bloody tears running down my face.

When I stopped writing, we had stopped at a gas station. Blake was filling up the truck and mystery girl was probably wasting more money on gum. I stuff my journal back into my bag and hop out of the truck, pretty much slamming the door. Blake looks over the hood as I walk around to stand by him. "Something the matter?" I lean against the truck and stare at the awning above us and shake my head, too depressed to give him the truth.

"So who's the chick?" I change the subject quickly to keep from thinking about my past.

"Mercedes, she's your sister." I stare at him blankly for a few seconds before I completely spaz out, 'how can she be my sister!' I am almost on the ground when Blake pulls me to my feet and Mercedes walks out of the store. I have so many questions and I am going to get them, one way or another.

He lets go of my shoulders and I try and hold my balance before she reaches us. I don't remember her or my parents or anything and she just now shows up. She reaches us within seconds of my recovery and hands Blake a bottle of water and me a Dr. Pepper. I almost finish the whole can when I realize everyone was staring at me. I lower the drink from my lips and turn to face her, but as I was about to say something, there was a loud cracking sound and I fall to my feet. Blake covers me just before the awning comes down. There are pieces of awning all around us as we rush to find cover.

"They found us!" I heard Blake yelled as I saw creatures swoop down on the ground. Wings. They must be...Nephilims.

Then something in me...changed. It was like a switch was flicked on in my head. Everything became blurry after that. My head and heart was pounding like a drum. I could only remember fragments on what happened but when my consciousness recollected itself, I looked around myself and I saw...

Oh God.

T-There was...blood...everywhere...and...decapitated heads...teared off wings lying on the ground... There were...body parts everywhere...the flesh looked raw and...

W-What have I done? My clothes dripped with the thick, red substance as I stood there in shock. I could hear distant voices coming from...somewhere but I couldn't make out the words. I could only focus on what surrounded me.

I had an urge to puke but nothing came out as I leaned over to vomit. I felt something stuck in my throat, making me want to pull my jaw out to reach within. Then I feel like something was in my stomach, making me scratch at my belly to try and pull it out, whatever it was. My head was on fire, my blood felt ice cold, I don't know what was happening.

Before I knew it, I was out cold. 

Sorry it's been so long on an update I have just been super busy lately I'll try to update more often!