"Brooke! Are you feeling well?", asked Dean.
"Skip the bullshit, Fergusson. Who is this?", she asked angrily while pointing at me.
"Oh, Brooke, this is Sarina. She is one of our... uhm...", Dean began.
"Survivors", I finished for him.
She looked over at me with pure hatred in her eyes. It disgusted me to a point where i was about two seconds away from ripping her heart out, and eating it in front of her. Dean stepped in closer to me, and narrowly daggered me with his eyes. I quickly changed the expression on my face to a warm smile, and extended my arm to politely shake her hand.
Even though i made this move, she slapped my hand away and continued to glare at me with her fierce green eyes.
" Take a fucking picture, it'll last a whole lot longer, bitch.", I blurted.
"Sarin-", Dean began.
"Shut the fuck up, Fergusson. I can handle myself!", she shrieked holding her hand in his face. "Lets get something straight, 'Sarina'.", she began. " I run this place, I'm clearly older than you, and you need to respect me. Get it?", she finished.
"Uhm, No, I don't 'get it'... this isn't high school, you're not the queen bee, ohfuckingkay?", I rebutted.
"Get over yourself", she scoffed.
Dean then pulled me back behind the train cart while i screamed a whole shit tonne of unnecessary profanity at her, nearly losing control. I was shaking with rage. It didn't help at all that dean had me under a microscope, mentally taking note of my every move.
"Why are you staring at me?!", I shouted.
"I don't know... I'm just worried..."
"Well, get over it"
"sorry", he said.
"Good"
Then he walked away solemnly, just leaving me to stand there alone.
"Well, fuck you too."
For the next little while, i stood there, alone. I must have lost track of time, because before I knew it, it was pitch black outside. The darkness seemed to consume everything... including myself and, of course... I was starving again.
There were innocent people everywhere that i was just dying to sink my teeth in to... Then. Then there was just me; standing there starving. Listening to their off beat pulses... Breathing in their human scent.
I felt my eyes roll back a littler and a low growl escaped my throat. My current state was dangerous... for everyone. The sensation of my hunger was like an uncontrollable turn-on that i wouldn't be able to control.
My eyes rolled back even more so, i felt my canines begin to sharpen individually turning into razors blades that i could cut diamond with. I was ready to kill. There were so many targets; old couples, infants but of course, there was one human in particular who caught my eye possibly the weakest of them all, but obviously the most satisfying. She was a young British girl named Anne, blonde hair, blue eyes... And to top it all off. she had a remarkable accent.
My eyes rolled all the way back into my skull revealing only the blood-shot whites of them, my mind zoned into her train cart. My senses were consumed by her... And ONLY her.
