Blood Rivals (On Hold)

Chapter 2

Still have to figure out how to get the spacing to paste correctly, but until then, sorry guys! You'll have to put up with however it appears below. ;) Enjoy!

P.s.----I really think Jennifer Lawrence would make a good Vivian.  :D  (wishful thinking... I know..)

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Wednesday had finally rolled around and Vivian awoke with a pounding headache.  Remembering the promise she made to her friend, she peered over her white blanket and saw the bags full of clothes her mother made her buy.  She hadn't even begun to think of packing.  She put a cold hand up to her pale forehead, and it soothed her. I haven't been sleeping well, she thought, as she rolled herself onto her side and out of bed. She threw on a black I heart NY sweatshirt and jeans, wrapping her arms around herself as she shivered. The sweater was fuzzy and warm on the inside, but not warm enough, and it still smelled of laundry detergent. She reached onto her nightstand, grabbing her hot pink cell phone and dialed Janine's number."Hello?"                  "Hey Janine... Look is it okay if I come by tonight instead? I'm not feeling so great. I think it might be a fever."       "It's fine! Vivian, you don't even have to come if you don't want to! Besides, your sick! You should rest up!"      "No, no. I'll come. Just...tonight, Kay? I'll just take some aspirin and then I'm sure I'll be fine."                      "Alrighty! See you then! Feel better!"                                                                              She dropped her cell phone in her pocket and went downstairs. Walking into the kitchen, she yanked open the white wooden cabinet and searched its contents frantically.              "Mom!!!"         Her mother came rushing into the kitchen in a panic.  Her hair was surprisingly unkempt with a few stray hairs coming out of her perfect curls, standing up all around her head.  Her yellow #1 Cook apron was thrown over her neck and the ties came spinning down at her sides.               "What happened Vivi!?"          "I have a splitting headache! Don't tell me we're out of aspirin!"    "Sorry Vivi...we're all out-"              "I said don't tell me that!" Grabbing her black converse, she slipped them on her feet, stumbling slightly in the process, and made her way to the door.              "Where are you going?" her mother inquired, as she dried her hands on her apron and then lifted it above her head, letting it drape loosely over her arm.                    "To the store. To get some aspirin."          Her mom gave her a sympathetic smile.               "Here, take some cash with you." She slipped a few bills into her daughter's cold, pale hand.   Vivian silently took it and stuffed it in the back pocket of her jeans, and then flung the door open and stepped out, slamming it behind her. The din of the door banging shut only caused her head to pound even more and she subconsciously put a hand to her forehead.  Although the weather was warm, Vivian shivered under her sweater as she walked the five blocks to the pharmacy.  I should've just asked mom for a ride, she thought with a shudder.                     Passing by a surprisingly dark alleyway on her left, she thought she saw something moving in the shadows. She turned her head and saw a boy, probably seventeen or eighteen, leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He wore black, ripped jeans, and a black T-shirt, torn at the sleeves. He stared at her.  No, rather, it seemed as if he stared through her.  His dark eyes looked black compared to her clear blue ones and he smiled at her, baring his shining white teeth. She turned her head away and quickened her pace. There's something about that boy, she thought. Something in his eyes that shows he's up to no good.  She turned her head back, and saw that the boy was gone, and the cigarette was lying on the ground, flickering as it burned out.        She walked into the small pharmacy store and purchased some aspirin, still thinking of the boy in the alley.  She fingered the cell phone in her pocket, weighing in her mind if she should just call her mom for a ride home or not. Then she saw him. He appeared at the pharmacy window and gave her a smile that chilled her to the bone. She watched him curiously, as he entered and browsed the aisles, looking for something he wanted. He went up to the counter and asked in a gruff voice, "Do you sell contact lenses here?"         The man behind the counter looked up at the boy, amused as he pointed his hand toward the window. "The store you're looking for is across the street." he said and then went back to counting the money in the register.      The boy nodded his head in silence and walked out the door, but not without giving Vivian the same creepy smile. As soon as she saw him across the street she bolted for the door and ran home, clutching the small paper bag with the aspirin she had purchased. Why am I so afraid?, she thought to herself. He's just a boy.        When Vivian got home, she considered telling her mother about the strange boy from the alley, and thought better of it. Her mom was already overly worrisome. Better not to worry her more, she thought. She downed the medicine with a glass of cold milk and walked up the stairs to her room, climbing back into her cozy bed.