The Vampire Queen to Be

Chapter 4: Fact or Fiction?

---Please, feel free to laugh as you read this chapter- that is if you weren't already. Go ahead, I was as I skimmed through this to edit.----

 When I got home I unlocked the door and shut it behind me. I dropped my backpack on the floor still unable to speak.
What was that? Am I asleep? I thought to myself. I picked up my phone and thought of calling Bryant; he seemed to know what was going on more than anyone else. But I set the phone back down remembering how furious he had been when I had caused his eye accident.
I went to my bedroom and changed into some dry clothes. I wasn't sure how to explain what had happened but the words "Too much vampire books for you." were zooming through my mind. I had to clear this from my mind, I had to calm down and- All of a sudden my stomach growled. Well I can't panic on an empty stomach, I thought.

I went to the kitchen for an after-school-snack. I opened the cabinet and pulled out a box of crackers and peanut butter.
I put the peanut butter in between two crackers and set them on a plate. I popped open the microwave and tossed the plate in. I set it for twenty-five seconds and hit start. When the little snacks were done I set the plate on the counter and turned back to shut the microwave.
I turned again to my plate and all the food on it was gone. I stared at the bright white plate blankly for many moments.
"Ok I'm losing it today!" I screamed, feeling slightly dizzy. I walked to the cabinet and pulled out a thermometer. I set it under my tongue and hit the little button.
I waited another minute and it started beeping. I pulled it out and the little screen said "96.7" I sighed. I had no temperature, and my cheeks weren't flushed. Maybe I just needed sleep but I was freaking out anyway.
"No temperature, what's going on here?" I growled annoyed. I went to the living room with my hand on my forehead. I heard a knock on the door and froze. I know my parents wouldn't both be home until tonight at seven. And my little brother wouldn't be home for another two hours.

"Hello?" called a dark voice from behind the door. "Megan, you home?" The voice banged on the door. "Megan open the door!"
I stood, not sure if I should answer. I took a step toward the door.
"Megan I can hear you, open up! I'm freezing out here!" Yelled the voice annoyed. I walked up to the door.
"Who is it?" I asked scarcely.
"Well who the heck do you think? It's not Santa!" yelled the voice, I still waited many moments, there was an exaggerated sigh behind the door, "Its Bryant! Now let me in I'm cold!" I exhaled, extremely relieved. I opened the door. He waited standing there shaking and dripping wet, his dark black hair sharpened down at the ends covering his neck and eyes.
"Come on in." I mumbled and looked at his eye patch newly put on. He stepped through the door frame and took a large warm breath in. He stopped shaking and looked all around the house, searching for what. I again had no idea.
"Why are you here-"
"-Are you alone, Megan?" He cut me off,
"Yeah, well not anymore now you're here." He rolled his good eye and stood up straighter. He walked to the couch sopping wet still and looked around the stairs. I was waiting for him to sit for a few seconds, he didn't.
"Are you alright?" He asked not looking at me. I didn't move and thought about my answer. He turned his head back around staring at me in my hesitation. He took a step toward me, I took the same step back. He looked at my face, than my lips and neck.
"Megan?" He murmured softly.
"Yeah, I'm fine. But someone jacked my crackers." I faked a smile. He didn't return it he just stared toward the kitchen.
"Anything else?" I asked looking around his body to the stairs. "So you have any other questions about the whereabouts of my crackers, if not speak up." I groaned.
"Yeah, actually, what did James tell you?" I didn't know who he was talking about.
"Who?" I paused.
"The new kid at our school." He tapped his foot.
"Oh, that was his name?"
"Yes, that was his name." He clarified an octave louder. He looked at me like I was wasting his time.
"Oh." I felt my voice shrink to small fear and guilt that wasn't able to tell him what I saw. He sighed looking at my expression. He gave me an apologetic look and cleared his throat.
"What did he tell you?"
"When?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Last period, what did he say?" My face drained into a pasty white. He took another step toward me. I stepped back again.
"Megan, just say whatever you heard him say, he can't hurt you if you tell me." He reached his arm out to me. I backed away and walked around him to the couch. He followed.
"He didn't say anything." I mumbled the lie. He sat down next to me and pulled my hair away from my neck. He took a small breath and calmed down a bit and took my hand in his, for comfort I thought.
"Megan, it's ok. He didn't hurt you this time but if you tell me now he can never hurt you." He said quietly. I looked up into his eye and what once were brown now seemed black.
"He said...I don't remember ok? I just know he played with my hair and kept trying to make me look at him. He said something like, 'Latin will be our secret language'... Bryant look, my head hurts, I'm seeing things, and my crackers are gone! It has been a crazy confusing day but if I promise to stay away from him will you leave? It's nothing personal but I need some time alone." I said quickly. He blinked his good eye twice and sat up taller. I tried to make him let go of my hand but it held on to mine like glue. He sighed and talked.
"Megan, I just have one more question. What are you seeing?" He whispered. I put my head in my hands-- which he was still holding onto. Great now he knew.
"Him, I saw him." He stood up, still holding my hands, his were very cold from the rain. "It was only for a second but he disappeared into a cloud of black smoke. Poof!" I motioned with my hands I looked up his hair was covering his eyes. I stood by him and brushed away his hair.
"Are you alright?" I asked him. He looked into my eyes.
"What did he say?" He whispered sounding like he was talking to someone far from me, or someone in his mind.
"If I tell you you'll think I'm crazy." I said desperately trying to keep my last bit of dignity with him. He looked to me.
"Nothing you say can make me think you're crazy." he whispered. I waited a moment before I answered.
"He said I was one of them." I whispered. He froze. "Who are them?" I asked, he didn't answer. The word vampire shrieked through my mind so many times I became dizzy and sat down with my hands on my head. He finally moved and bent down next to me.
"You know." He whispered. "And you are." He removed one of his hands from mine and put it on my back. The room started to spin and the words flowed through my brain about as smooth as nails. I felt like my head was going to break open and shoot some out.
"Megan, rest I'll see you tomorrow." He said quietly. I shut my eyes and lay back on the couch.
I soon fell unconscious.

When I woke up I was in my bed under all the covers, still a bit dizzy. I sat up and looked around my room, it was a lot darker than usual and much colder. The darkness alone and the day I had made me rigid enough. I glanced over at my digital clock. It said "8:43 PM" Highlighted in blue glowing numbers. I heard my rocking chair in the corner squeak. I quickly turned my head, no one was there, but it was rocking harshly back and forth. I shivered frightened and put my pillow over my head hoping it would stop, I heard it squeak and squeal as if someone had put it on a treadmill and turned it to twelve on a one to ten scale. Please be sleeping! Please oh please be just a bad dream! I thought terrified. I kept shivering unsure what to do. I felt a cold hand touch my wrist lightly and brush it. I opened my mouth wide to scream but another hand quickly found its way under my pillow and kept it shut.
I sat up again, my pillow falling off. Bryant was there without an eye patch. In fact his eyes were as wide and red as James' had been in the freaky vision on the street. I stared at him for a while until he took his hand off and slid it down my shoulder to my other wrist. He looked down at our hands, his ice cold and rough, mine warm and sadly a little sweaty. I looked down too. He wasn't smiling smugly as usual but I could tell there was something that he wanted to say that would make him.