A Poisonous Soul. (editing)

Chapter 9 (complete)

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A Poisonous Soul.

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Chapter Nine

         I haven’t moved since James left my place. I need time to process what just happened to me. The idea of vampires isn’t so hard for me. Ever since I was a kid I used to watch B rated horror flicks with my parents. I have loved the vampire and werewolf genres for years. Some of my favorite books are of those varieties. I know that this is not a book but right now...it’s as good as it’s going to get. What is bothering me at this moment is the fact that I was attacked. I look around my place, realizing just how unsafe it is. Should I call him back? Hell no. I stand and bolt the door. I go into each room checking the windows and I place my baseball bat by the couch. I take a look around and see the accumulation of my life. I can’t afford to get melancholy. I have stuff to do. He says I can’t leave the house. That’s crap. I know he’s worried about me telling people but I have to get stuff. I look in my fridge and see plenty of food. I sigh and shrug. Guess I don’t have anywhere to go after all.

I need to take my mind off everything. I decide to change my clothes and clean the house. Five hours later my place is spotless. I only have one bedroom so there isn’t much to clean. Once I’m done I go to grab my cell and can’t find it. It was in my bag that I took to the bar last night. I look around, not seeing that either. Shit. I have a home phone but only use it for emergencies. Guess pizza is an emergency. I give the delivery place a call and hop in the shower. I can’t linger in the shower because it makes me feel vulnerable. Damn James for this! Damn him for ruining my life with his stupid vampire bullshit. I don’t like the feeling of being scared. I know I am not actually mad at him but I’d rather be angry than afraid. I quickly dry myself off and start blow-drying my hair. I am almost done drying my hair when the doorbell rings. Only a little afraid, I sneak to my front door. I take my bat and tiptoe to the peephole. All I see is a young guy with a box of pizza. I take my money out of my back pocket and rest the bat against the wall. I let a breath of air out of my mouth and carefully open the door. He greets me but I don’t say a word. I give him the money and snatch the box. I am inside the house with the door locked before he can even respond. “Bitch,” I hear him say as I lean against the now locked door.

This pizza is the best pizza I have ever tasted. I don’t know if it’s because of all the trauma but I couldn’t be happier. After three slices I pop in a movie and try to unwind. Next thing I know I am waking up disoriented. The movie is still playing but there is a noise at the front door. Officially scared out of my mind, I grab my bat and look out the peephole. “Oh my God!” I rip open the door to see Cheryl standing on my doorstep, covered in blood. Cheryl was with us last night at James's pub. She was still wearing the same clothes except they were bright red from the wound bleeding on her forehead. She staggers into my arms and it takes all my strength to keep us both from falling to the floor. My bat goes flying across the foyer. "Cheryl, what happened?" She just mumbles incoherently. I pull her across the threshold and position her on the tile of my foyer. I shut the front door in case something is still out there. I need to find the wound and stop the bleeding.

I run to the kitchen for some hand towels. Then I kneel next to her and flip her onto her back. Every few seconds she makes little whimpering noises and I keep repeating, "It's ok, I'm here Cheryl. I'm here." I start at the top of her head and work my way down. I clean as much blood off her I can without hurting her. The head wound looks like another jagged slash running horizontally above her nose. I get her face clean and notice how pale she is. Holding pressure on her forehead I use my free hand to wipe down the rest of her skin. I freeze when I get to her neck. She has two puncture holes over her carotid. At that exact moment I notice how quiet she is. I look back at her face to see her eyes staring up at me. As if that isn’t creepy enough, they are solid black. I vaguely remember James’ eyes like that when his fangs came out. This makes me pop up off the ground. I blindly stumble backward over my footrest falling on my ass. She stands up slowly and smiles. An eerie and terrifying feeling comes over me. Is Cheryl a vampire? How did she get in if I didn’t invite her?