Bitten By Royalty

Chapter Two- Loss Of Control

After my blackout that was now 3 days ago I had awoken in the same alleyway. I remembered pulling out my phone and feeling my eyes bulge out at the time displayed on the screen. 

It had been 2:00 am and I was asleep (or more like knocked out) for over 5 hours. My phone was bombarded with texts from Natasha saying "pussy" for leaving and worried little texts from Daniel who actually cared for my safety.

Poor guy, he was too good for his own good. Luckily my father has been on "a hunt" for the last week and he wasn't there to witness me crawl through the door at 2:30 am, holding my jacket over my shoulder to hide the bite mark. 

Unfortunately Nora had been waiting on the stairs with a stupid grin across her face. In her eyes I had just had the most amazing, drunk night of my life while she was bored at home stuffing her face with chocolate and ice cream. Oh, how wrong she was.

I could vaguely recall her questions and excitement of seeing her reclusive big brother tumble in after midnight. At that moment I just wanted to run up stairs and cry from what had happened but I couldn't let her suspect a single thing. 

I got asked things like: 

"OMG how was it??"

"Did you fuck any cute boys, please say you did!"

"I bet you did, does he have a brother who's into vagina?"

Yes these were the questions that my 16 year old sister had been harboring me with! My stomach had already been turning and having this conversation with your younger sibling was just uck. 

It took me a few minutes but I had eventually found my way around her and ran up stairs, locking my door behind me. Then I let my breakdown that was waiting to happen, happen. First I had cried fat, ugly tears while I rocked back and forth on my wooden floor.

Then I proceeded to scream into my pillow and punch the covers on my bed, as if it would help. I was digging my nails so hard into my skin that I could feel the blood pulsating around my wrists. Or maybe that was a vampire thing, was it?

The thoughts were the worse part of the whole psychotic breakdown. Why me?, What did he want?, Was it what I was wearing?. The most chilling part were his words before he bit me. "You brought this on yourself, Parkerson" what the hell did that mean?! I had never ever met this guy in my life!

How did he know my name? Why did he not leave straight away? But the big question was, why didn't he kill me? Vampires only turned people if they had a reason too, not just randomly. 

The questions had been so tiring that I had felt my eyes closing while I lay in bed with my clothes still on and a very itchy neck. I hadn't the nerve to look in the mirror at my neck that night because I was terrified. But eventually I was going to have to and that brought us back to the present day.

I now stood in front of my mirror, frowning at my harrowing reflection. I looked disgraceful! My face was sunken in and the bags under my eyes were growing darker by the hours. I had started to lose weight rapidly and I was already thin but now I was as light as a feather.

I guess this was the effect of the transition but I couldn't tell for sure. I had been narrowly avoiding my father who had returned home this morning. If he saw me he would ask questions and that was the last thing I needed. 

I would have to face him eventually, much like how I had to face the new life I was quickly growing into. It felt good to forget about it but it always loomed back over me when I least expected it. 

I ran my fingers through my messy, brown hair and winced at a sudden twinge of pain at the back of my scalp. I massaged the area and came across a nasty gash that must of occurred when my head was slammed against the concrete wall in the alleyway.