I HATE VAMPIRES

Chapter 25

I was silent throughout the whole shopping trip until it got to the point where Daisy tried to dress me up in a yellow and pink puff ball dresses.

I gaped at the horrible, thing, in front of me.

The whole dress was a neutral yellow, a colour that would hurt your eyes if you stared too long. Pink flowers, ranging in different sizes and patters covered the breast area, and tangled over the shoulders to the elbow. Lets say at lest yellow was not my colour.

I shook my head.

"Listen, Daisy, I know you think I'd look, ugh, cute in this but yellow isn't my colour. I need something, thin but not too thin, strapless, I suit a nineteen twenties skirt of a poodle skirt type dress. The colour should be in the range of dark brows, to reds. Purple, black, white, and dark blue. The shoe shouldn't be too much, I can wear any type of heel but my toes can't be showing, I have weird feet." I smiled as the look on her face slowly mellowed after my long explanation.

She nodded, a look of concentration crosses her face before we eyes lit up and her smile shaped up into a grin.

Se placed her small hand in mine and she tugged.

"I have the perfect place, my mom owns this shop, and she does one of a kind dresses for famous people, models and all that jazz, come on you will love it. Promise."

I marvelled at the collection of colourful dresses before my eyes. Strapped gowns. Maxi dresses. Amazing. Just amazing.

"Your mom makes all these by herself?" I questioned.

Daisy nodded "My mother hand stitches everything on, you see my moms a witch. I was to before I was turned. Anyway. She makes this special yarn for her stitching. So the yarn never loosens. Every dresses nightmare averted."

I nodded, smiling to myself.

"You can pick anything you want," she said "How many you want. Sir gave me his unlimited card."

She flashes a dark card with silver writing, glancing from the small square to me.

I grinned, glancing quickly around the shop. This could be fun.

Three hours and 100 dresses later I was utterly exhausted.

I had got my dress, or rather dresses with matching shoes and purse.

I'm not spoiled. Just took advantage of a credit card willingly given to me.

Poor Mark, really shouldn't have thought over that one.

I lay in a freshly run bath, with vanilla bath salts, dissolved and half the bath filled with only bubbles. The only recognisable part of my body was my head, that probably honestly looks like it was just sitting there.

In the morning I would make my way to Rio, the sun, sand, water, it will be beautiful.

When I had came out from the bathroom, Daisy had already packed my things. The suitcase lay halved on the bed with all the clothing I need folded into tiny looking parcels, and the shoes squeezed together like a game of Tetris.

In a small corner of the case lay a small, pink bag, holding all my toiletries, my shampoo, conditioner, tooth brush, tooth paste, razors, tampons, medication. Just about everything I would need in any situation of crisis.

"There has been a change in plans, sir wants you transported to the airport immediately." Daisy spoke quickly and frantically, as if she was in a rush or overly nervous.

In a smooth motion she had my suitcase on the floor and in her dainty hands was the handle.

"Let's go, we have many to discuss."

Frantically I was ushered from the room and to the awaiting car outside the house.

Once in the sleek looking car, I turned my questioning gaze into daisy, who was twiddling with her fingers until they looked red and sore.

"Daisy, is there something wrong? Something you're not telling me?" I asked, taking her hands in mine I raised my eyebrows.

"No miss, nothing. I don't do well under the influence of pressure. This trip was not scheduled for today. I had everything in my book, planned to the specific detail and- this happens. I haven't ate all day, and my medication ran out this morning." She grunted, her eyes zapping to mine "Do you know that I have to take them three times a day? My doctor said that they keep my condition under control. Wound you like to know what it is?"

I opened my mouth, my heart beat raced as I stared into her dilated eyes.

"When I was a witch I had involved myself in very dark magic, the bad kind. Along with that I have OCD and when I turned to a vampire I was a rogue." She giggled "Everyone said I was uncontrollable," she shook her head, "I only killed one girl, just one! Every vampire does. I didn't know taking so many pints would kill her, she just tasted so good and, I couldn't stop."

Her hands gripped mine in a cement tight grip, as I tried to pull away from her. My heart beat increased as I realised anything could happen to me now. Daisy was nice, she didn't act like this when we went out this morning.

She's having a psychotic episode.

What do I do?

I swallowed twice before I opened my mouth and breathed in air.

"Daisy," I spoke softly "Daisy, um, just breath you're scaring me a little."

Her face slowly turned to mine, eyes vacant and face pale with no emotion.

"Pardon?" She questioned, a confusing look transformed over her face.

"You're scaring me a little, you're acting hysterical,"

She straitened up in her seat, "I have no idea what your are taking about Miss, I'm fine."

I straitened my top down and huddled my cardigan to my freezing frame. I had slid over a little more, desperately and discreetly.

How was I going to spend the whole flight with Daisy having episodes like before? With no medication and no supervision?