The Change of a Lifetime

A Special Drink, Cookies, and the Ex

Luke's POV

     I walked to my father’s office, where I was sure he would want to speak with me. I was scowling deeply the whole way, though. I had wanted to drive her home, just to get those last few moments with her so that I could inhale and memorize her scent more. She was beautiful, intoxicating; even when hurt and weak. I was suspicious about the 'quick healing' matter, but shrugged it off. Now was not the time to worry about such trivial matters; especially not when my father wanted to speak with me. I sighed, brushing my hair back from my eyes. Sometimes, no most of the time, parents were annoying and got in the way. Knocking on the door leading to my doom, I cleared my face of emotion; knowing that my father would not handle my anger, (what he calls impudence), well. As I stood there, waiting for him to call me in, I allowed my thoughts to drift to the girl, Selena, once more. A slow, lazy, smirk adorned my features for a moment as I thought of her fragrance that seemed to fill the air and my lungs; her beautiful hair and eyes a strange yet amazingly breathtaking combination. 'Yes, she's amazing....I only wonder what father will want to speak with me about.' I thought sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I cleared my face once more, prepared for the verbal and possible physical lashing I was more than anticipating to receive on the other side of the door.

Selena's POV

     I woke up and turned over to look at the clock. I felt extremely weak once again. I wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong, but I knew something was seriously wrong. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was 5:00 pm. Mom should definitely be home by now. I tried to yell for her, but my voice was horse and my lungs felt heavy. I picked up my phone and called the house phone. Mom picked up right away.

     “Honey are you alright? When I got home Eden was on the porch and she said you didn’t go to school. She sent Eric to check up on you, but he says you didn’t answer. Then when I got home you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you up, but I did see the marks on your neck. Were you attacked or something? Please Selena talk to me,” she cried. I let her because I knew she needed to get it all out of her system.

     “Mom I’m fine. I passed out on my way to Eden’s house for school. I guess I got attacked then, but the new guy in town saved me, and his family bandaged me up and drove me home after I woke up. Please come upstairs, I feel silly talking over the phone,” I explained.

     “Okay honey. Here I come.” We hung up and about 5 seconds later she came barging in the door and enveloped me in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re safe honey. I love you so much. Now tell me more about this sickness. Are you nauseated, or do you just feel weak?”

     “I just feel weak, but extremely weak. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel so helpless.”

     “Oh baby, you’re not helpless, just very sick.”

    “My birthday’s in 3 days mom. We were suppose to go on vacation, and I’m ruining it with my sickness.”

     “No honey, you’re not. You’ll be okay in a few days I promise.”

     “How can you possible know that?”

      “Well you’ll find out on our vacation. I can’t tell you until then.”

     “Tell me what? Mom you’re being secretive and I don’t like it.”

     “Please don’t make this difficult. I had to go through the exact same thing. I’m going to make you your grandma’s favorite drink, okay?”

     “Okay. I want strawberry please.”

     “Okay honey. I’ll be back in a few minutes with it.”