Samantha stared at me in horror. I sputtered, unsure of what to say. "Leslie...", Catherine said quietly, "Do you mind leaving for a bit? I would like to talk to Samantha." I nodded awkwardly, and hurried out. I felt my cheeks burning with embaressment. The thing door creaked shut behind me. I heard Catherine and Samantha's muffled voices. "Samathat. Please calm down.", Catherine pleaded. "I...I am not angry...I am scared. Catherine what were you thinking...!?", Samantha screamed softly, her voice shaking. I understood. I wasn't just the old Leslie that was a normal highschool student-I was a monster. A bloodsucking monster that everyone hates and fears. "Samatha.", Catherine said firmly, "I am going to have Leslie explain everything to us." I stepped away from the thin wall and darted into the kitchen. "Leslie?", I heard Catherine ask. "Y...yes?", I responded, turning towards her door. "You can come in...", I walked towards her. "Could you please...explain everything to us?", she asked ernestly and shut the door quietly behind us.
As soon as I entered the room, I hurried to where the leeches had been spilled upon the floor, picking the tin up. "Don't...I will", Samantha said in a tremelous voice. "Leslie. Can you please explain to us why you disapprove of the leeches?", Catherine asked casually as if nothing had just happened. "Well...", I took a deep breath. "It all started with a boy named Sam..."
I told them everything. From the ghost girl, to Sam, his death, and finally finding Sam. I finished to meet myself with a loud silence. "I'm very sorry Leslie...", Catherine said quietly, then asked, "Samantha, may Leslie stay the night?" Samantha merely nodded, picked up the tin and hurried out. "I apologize Leslie. She's just very scared..." I did not respond. The silence was broken when I asked Catherine, "Why aren't you terrified of me?", I asked her, looking at the dark, dirty floor. "Because, I know a lot about you." She pulled out some old yellowed papers from underneath the bed and we examined them. Aparently, my skin tone becomes paler as I am further deprived of blood and that I can shapeshift; Catherine was still researching. Soon though, we fell asleep- me on the floor and Catherine on a small wooden cot. Tomorrow I would work again.
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Would you DIE for him?{Watty Awards 2012}
Teen FictionLoosing a close friend can be very hard. Dying can be harder. Leslie had enjoyed life with Sam as long as she can remember, but that changes one night, when a disastrous accident occurs. Leaving Sam, dead.
