Midnight

Asshole.

"I missed you Pup." I scratched my orange tabby cat's head lightly. He purred in response, smudging his face into my hand.

Yea I have a cat named Pup. Problem?

Tonight was just weird. I couldn't decipher what was real and what was a hallucination. Surely vampires can't be real. 

I had the worst headache. My curious thoughts mixed with the alcohol just wasn't a soothing combination. I'm gonna kill whoever spiked my drink. Was it Aaron? No...I don't think Aaron would stoop that low. 

My whole body felt strained due to such an increase in physical activity. I usually just have to climb through a window, but I had to sprint away from that guy/hallucination. I roughly climbed through the window, scraping my elbow in the process. 

I ran my hand under the cotton sheets on my bed, feeling the soft fabric. Anxiety, aka death, began to grow with every passing moment. My decision was made: sleep now, shower in the morning. 

I threw my body under the warm covers and closed my eyes. The blanket acted as a shield from the outside world, soothing my paranoia. Pup's footsteps stood out against the silence. He jumped up on my bed and curled up right beside my head.

Good night.

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Ah Sunday, the best day of the week. The day where I get to sit around and do absolutely nothing, other than procrastinating of course. There's too little time in the day to waste my precious hours on homework. 

Today feels a little different though...I think I might actually be experiencing my second ever hangover. Damn this sucks. 

My body is shaking, my head is pounding, and my stomach is churning. Why do these things exist? I just want to drink my liquor in peace. 

I barely even opened my eyes before bile starting rising in my throat. My eyes shot open as I quite literally chucked my blanket off of me. I made a bee-line to the fortunately placed toilet. I had my own bathroom, so I only had to move a few feet. 

My knees roughly sank to the floor, squeaking on the tile. That's going to leave a mark. Vomit spewed out of my mouth, leaving an acidic taste. I mentally thanked my self for leaving the toilet seat up. If it didn't, there would've been a huge mess, and I'm not really the cleaning type.

"Too many drinks last night sweet heart?" I jumped at the sudden intrusion, letting out a little yelp. I instantly grabbed the plunger conveniently placed next to the toilet, aiming it at the intruder. I don't know why I thought a plunger would protect me. 

"How the hell did you get in my house?" I felt so vulnerable, ready to be swept away by my capturer. I heard a few footsteps, a tall figure suddenly standing in front of me.  

"Your beautiful sister let me in." I instantly dropped the plunger. Those captivating green eyes...

"H-how are you-why are you-" I stuttered. I felt like a lost and helpless puppy. 

"Man you really are a ditz." He rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh. "I told you, your sister let me in." He flicked me on the forehead using his pointer finger. 

I stepped back, rubbing my forehead slightly. "Asshole." Damn that stung. "And she's not my sister," I paused. "She's my aunt."

"Ooh," he cooed. "You're the cool kid who lives with their aunt instead of their parents." 

"And why do you care?" I asked, smoothing down my hair slightly. If only he knew why...

"Ugh it smells like vomit in here." He pinched his nose, exposing his side portfolio. Those cheekbones, I can't. 

An understanding just dawned upon me. 

"You didn't spike my drink did you?" 

"Why would I do that?" He cocked one of his eyes brows, lips parted. How could I focus on any form of a question when his pink lips are staring right at me. 

"I-I don't know. I saw you last night, it seemed like you were following me. Was that even," I paused. A bunch of questions swirled through out my brain. 

"You're such a pain. Yes these are real." He exposed his teeth, canines significantly longer than the rest of his pearly whites. Fear instantly spread throughout my body. I shuffled backwards a bit, tripping over my own feet. 

I fell to the floor, gasping at the same time. My hands became clammy, nerves tickling my veins. 

"Who are you?" I sat on the floor, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

"The name's Cole. I'm a full blooded vampire." Just the word caused my heart to jump out of my chest. Everything was frozen, except for my unsettled stomach. 

I frantically scooted over to the toilet and threw up again. This was so embarrassing. I hardly even noticed that my hair was swept up off of my shoulders. 

"You're pathetic." Cole said through a mumble, holding my hair with both of his hands. As soon as I stopped puking, my hair cascaded back onto my shoulders. 

I moved my head to make a snarky comment, but I was alone. 

All alone.