Undead

17; revenge

Akila

I saw red, everywhere I looked. Every time I blinked, a new wave of burgundy blurred everything until I had to close eyes shut for the sake of his safety. I fought against their desire to turn golden. I knew that if I caved into my instincts, Chris wouldn't make it out alive.

He cheated.

I swallowed my angry tears and stared at him, both not trusting myself to speak and simultaneously hiding my fangs.

He was pale as a ghost, his eyes wide at his own confession and full to the brim with his own guilty tears. He was afraid of me, which is the only time I've ever seen him like this besides when I saved him at his shop. He cleared his throat quietly. "When we went to the club, before rehab, and you left with your girlfriends. Seiko and I were drunk. I was wasted, she wasn't that bad, so she called a cab to take us home. Since she was your cousin, I figured she could sleep in the other room -"

"You slept with my cousin!" My gut sank to the floor as my mind finally put the pieces together: Seiko acted weird towards Chris and always felt some type of way when he came up in conversation; Chris always got anxious at the mention of her name. At first I thought women just made him nervous, but this was completely different. This is betrayal. This is a low blow, even for both of them. The fact that neither of them told me made it that much worse. "You selfish piece of shit!"

He hung his head in shame, guilt. "It meant nothing to me...to either of us, Akila. I swear."

"If it meant nothing, you wouldn't have kept it from me!" I chose my words carefully because my fangs were causing me to speak with a lisp.

I was the silly one, the more I thought about it. My request for him to remain a virgin with me was crazy. It was a reach and I knew he wouldn't last. I knew he'd slip up. I wouldn't have a big problem with it because technically I couldn't marry him and sex was really out of the question. But for him to sleep with my cousin of all people...that was a slap in the face - pun intended.

"I hate you."

His eyes flipped to me in so much horror, so much fear, so much regret all wrapped into one. "What?"

"I hate you!" I slapped him as hard as I could. Hard enough that my razor sharp nails carved into his skin and he began to bleed. Four welts appeared on his cheek as if a lion had attacked him. "I hate you so much, you piece of shit!"

He hissed out, brought his palm to his fresh wound that was calling out to me to feed. One drop and I'd devour him in a second. One drop and he'd be no more, a distant memory - which is what he wanted.

His wounds bled. Droplets of his blood collected along his jawline, finally forming red-stained opaque teardrops that fell onto his shirt. Each drip called me closer, inching my way to my next feast. I was hungry even though I found a victim before I arrived home. A vampire is never full, never satisfied. Always lusting after more. It put us in a trance, far better than any drug induced high.

I found my hand wrapped around his throat, and I lifted him off the ground and slammed his back into the wall. His feet were off the floor, his hands uselessly clawing at my hand to let him go. He sputtered, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head.

"I gave you everything!" I ranted through my pathetic sobs, which only made me angrier. "This is how you repay me? Disrespecting me?! Betraying me with my own flesh and blood?"

He was turning pale, and a more intense aroma of his blood wafted to my nose. My nails were digging into his jugular. Piercing his veins, arteries, capillaries. His eyes went blank, his hold on me loosening as he succumbed to his blood loss.