River of Red

XV

I don't know what was wrong with Nolan. It had been 7 days since he kissed me, and he hadn't acknowledged me at all. Not once.
I would walk in the halls during the day, and if I ever saw Nolan he would run away and disappear. I tried to follow him once, but ended up ramming into a wall.
I was mad.
I was sad.
I wanted to slit his beautiful, flawless throat.
I wanted to kiss his soft lips.
But, of course, I did none of these things.
I didn't understand him being so hot and cold. He liked me one second, the next he pushed me away.
With too much time to think I found that I couldn't get him out of my head, like an infestation of bug in my head.
I sat in my room all day, practicing my abilities, and going downstairs to eat in the morning and at night.
It was boring as fuck.
I had made a list of all the supernatural things I had achieved so far, writing it on a sheet of paper I had found:
- Move really fast.
- Heal myself without passing out and or dying.
- Move things with my mind.
- Not having to breath.
- Heart doesn't pump.
- Fingernails can lengthen to claws.
- Grow fangs.
Those last two were very, very strange to be discovered. I enjoyed the nice sandwich in my mouth when my fingernails lengthened into some nasty looking claws, just like extensions from my normal fingernails, exept they were very hard and sharp. My poor sanwich got stabbed in all the wrong places.
It was kinda cool.
The fangs weren't as fun.

At all.

I was just eating some honey baked ham that I had found in the kitchen, but when I went to take a bite of the meat something stabbed into my bottom lip, it was my extended teeth, and it bled profusely.
It had hurt.
Bad.
It healed about ten seconds later, but those ten seconds were a nasty bitch.
I tried to tell Nolan, but I hadn't seen him since it happened. Freaky was an understatement. I don't know what thing has claws, but I felt kinda like a cat. I found out that I could make them extend at will, so I could become a fanged, claw creature any second I wanted to.
It started to get boring at Nolan's house, I found I had nothing to do. I decided not to go outside, since every time I did I ended up dead.
Literally.
Both times.
Fun.
So there I sat on the ground. Bored. Thinking of ways to pass the time, but coming up empty. I munched on some bread, not really hungry, but not really full either. It was pouring outside, rain pattered on the window in little rivulets. I had absolutely nothing to do.

4 days since seeing Nolan.

4 parts of my heart had been split.

4 days of misery.

I wondered where he went, what sapped his time so diligently. I had started to become restless, I was worried about him. Every time my mind wandered to him a part of me had stirred, my powers had become more powerful, like they were being amplified.

I was becoming extremely agitated.

One day, I was so bored I almost tried my luck going outside, but instead decided to go to the library. The large windows showed the rain falling outside, pinging on the glass like tiny knocks. When I got to the library it was all the same as the last time I had been there. The table still held a crooked palet of paper from... yeah. The windows shone over the yard, showing me a good veiw of the mermaids, the nasty little evil suckers. I hoped they'd drownthen corrected myself,  mermaids can't drown.

Right.

I searched the library for hours, skimming for a good book, and found an old leather bound one. I had pulled it off the shelf, curios about its age. The front was marred, scratches gouged down it, but It had no title, or markings otherwise.

When I opened it it let out a hiss, and the old, musty book smell wrapped around my nose. Dust floated around my face, I accidentaly inhaled it and sneezed.

Damn nasty dust.

I was transfixed by the book.

I read it for hours, which occupied my time, but the thing I was most curious about was the subject; it was about old vampire lore. On the 485th page, the title of an old legend caught my attention.

It had read:

Vampire Lore

The legend.

One shall rise above to all others, in thou seek for the sky, moon, and earth. Thou savior comes, as is the moon from the sky. He sees nor remorse, nor sadness. A man, who wilt not end. Though one stops his reign. One beseeches the man, fails. Only two prevail, thy company the way. Only through sun and moon shall thee be a successor.

Sun and moon thy way.

My curiosity was peaked.

For hours I sat, picking apart the tiny excerpt from the book, trying to figure out the meaning. After a few minutes I realized that It was the legend Abraham had been talking about, that I was certain. I just didn't know what it meant. I felt like it was speaking to me, for me, but my mind was too jumbled and painful to think.

So I waited for Nolan.

Hours passed, it kept raining, I kept waiting. I had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I remembered the prophecy.

It suddenly all clicked. A dam broke in my mind, letting in a onset of unwanted information. Why Nolan was so off, why he originally resented the idea of the savior, why he would push me away. I was all so clear I wondered why I hadn't realized it before. 

I was the savior.

Nolan was going to try and kill the human race.

__________

I was scared.

Really scared.

I had left Nolan's house 7,597 seconds ago, and each second was torture. I found a town, a little town called Knox. I had been here before, it was an hour east of my home.

I was an hour away from my home.

Incredible.

Cars zipped by, I sat on a bench outside, soaked in the sunshine. It had stopped raining, and the sun peeked out of the clouds like a scared kitten. People walked by, oblivious to my inner turmoil. A hurricane raged in my gut, making me feel woozy and off set. My mind was reeling, I think I was in shock over the whole ordeal.
I must be crazy because I didn't freak out more.
In fact, I really didn't feel much at all besides fear.

Fear was such a touchable thing, you could grab it, feel it, and sense it. Such a strange emotion. Nothing could quench it, it thrived in your mind, forever festering until the day you die from it. 

Fear will never go away.

I knew I had to run away from Nolan, but there was no place to go. My body ached to go to him, but I drowned it, watching it die and take a part of my heart with it. I could no longer be with him. Part of me knew I had fallen in love, only to be stabbed through the heart with betrayal.
Maybe he hadn't know.
Maybe he didn't truly believe about the legend.
But I knew these thoughts were wrong, My initial feeling were right. He was the one I was supposed to kill. 

Every fiber of my being believed it to be true, even though my mind was screaming for it not to be.

I knew I was right.

I just hated to be right.

A car honked, pulling me out of my daze. A puppy was in the road, his little tail between his legs. The poor thing looked scared to death. It was a pitbull, only a baby, with the cutest little spots. His nose was pink, with little black spots. It had the bluest, saddest eyes.
I grabbed him off the road.
Cars honked, stopping as I ran to the middle of the street, but I plucked the puppy up, cradling its small warm body against my frame.
It was the cutest thing I had ever seen. People yelled at me tomove, but not before I checked to make sure the puppy was okay. I ran back to the nench, cars swerving to avoid me.
I laid him beside me when I sat, us two misfits sat together like little friends.
I scratched behind his tiny, cute little ruffled ear.
"I'll call you Gravel."