Chapter Two
*I have uploaded this chapter already because of all the comments! Thank you all and enjoy. I loved hearing your thoughts on the story! I'd also just like to add that this chapter is a little more Horror-ish and kinda creepy...*
For days people went on about the incident in the hallway. It didn't seem to occur to anyone that I was there too when the incident took place. No one noticed the bandage on my neck, and all at once I felt like I was slipping away from the world.
Callie never came back.
My best friend, my one true friend died before she even reached the hospital. You could say I was still in shock, maybe I was. It seems weird, but I lost all emotion.
Whenever I looked in a mirror I saw her eyes. Not her vibrant green eyes, the dead grey eyes she had before she passed.
The jagged wound on my neck started going numb, and then my whole neck began to numb. I could barely turn my head; it was as if the bite was killing all my nerves.
I whished I had the answers, I wish someone knew. Maybe Callie would've helped with this, but then again I doubt she even knew what was happening to her own self.
My parents were away for the weekend, their timing couldn't be better - No, I mean that no sarcasm intended. When I pass away like Callie, I don't want to be around anyone I can bite.
I'm just guessing this whole thing out. Maybe I won't even turn into a half dead mutant like Callie.
Still, in my gut I knew the signs were appearing, gradually at first - barely noticeable, but now I could tell I didn't have much time.
My skin was paler, my eyes more dead looking, my once silky smooth long black hair hung unhealthily and oily around my shoulders.
I closed my eyes tightly, wishing everything would just go away, wishing I knew what the hell happened to Callie. I seriously don't think she just woke up one morning like that. I opened my eyes once again, and stared into the grand mirror in front of me, I was still the same. Still half dead looking.
A spark of anger coursed through my veins, and I punched the mirror with my bony fist. Little shards of glass ran through the air in slow motion before hitting me.
"Ouch!" I cried out, cradling my fist and trying at the same time to wipe of the glass on my face.
Shock passed over, and I began to feel pain in my face and arms. Glass was lodged into my flesh, and scarlet liquid was already starting to drip from my wounds. That's odd though - my blood was so weak and seeping from my cuts so slowly.
God, I'm even loosing my own blood. I dashed into the bathroom and cleaned off my bloody fist, watching the pink stained water flood down the drain. The smell of sweetness wafted into the air as I leaned my head back and took in a breath. I could see the swirling aroma float around me.
Was I high or something? The scent continued to lightly burn my nostrils, teasing me with its pleasurable perfume.
All of the sudden the front door burst open and the sensual dance of blood shattered to the floor. I shook my head to get rid of the trance and looked up at my face in the mirror. I gasped horror stricken.
Blood stained my pale sickly face and glass shards were still lodged into the dead flesh.
I wasn't presentable right now! I looked like something out of a horror movie!
"Valiant? Honey are you okay I heard a crash..."
Drake Akton, my neighbor began calling at me.
I felt bad at what I was going to do, I felt bad because we were friends ever since I had moved in next door to him seven years ago.
But I knew what I had to do, something Callie didn't do. Something that cost her own life.
"Drake? Can you come in here?" I whispered.
The door to the bathroom opened and a worried looking Drake came in, shocked at my bloody attire.
"Oh my god Valiant! We have to get you to a hospital!" He began crying, tugging on my arm.
"It's okay Drake. Just please shut up." I told him, silencing him with a finger to his lips. I wasn't exactly sure how to do this, but I allowed my instincts to kick in. Lowering my chapped lips to his warm, beating neck I tore into his skin, sucking out all the blood I could get. The sensual aroma filled the room, and Drake stopped struggling after a while. I stopped after I realized there was no more blood in his body.
"Drake?" I whined, realizing he was dead. What had I done? Granted, I couldn't have taken some blood and let him live... He would have become like me.
But still. It was Drake, not exactly a best friend, but a brother like presence. I put my hands over my mouth and felt the sticky liquid mess. Drake's pale body was on the floor, cold and completely drained. I cringed at the sight of him, feeling tears burn in the corner of my eyes.
I lugged Drake outside, deep into the forest, praying no one had seen me.
Would I be charged with murder if anyone found out?
Nervousness blossomed in my forehead. At least I had emotions again, at least I felt alive. But was it worth it? Killing an innocent, to continue living whatever life I had?
...Yes. I wanted to live, however selfish that might seem to you.
I pushed Drake into the stream I used to play in when I was little, and watched him disappear under the murky ice cold water. I shivered; the cold night air tingled at my nose.
Walking along with my arms crossed to keep warm, I nervously looked around me. I darkly laughed; here I was afraid of the night when I had just dumped a man into the stream.
I cocked my ear up, certain I had just heard something. I stopped walking an listened carefully.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Swishing around I looked into the shadows, surprised to find two deep blue eyes looking back at me.
*Cliff hanger!*
*Sorry for creepiness and for killing Drake. Just a little reminder to you that she IS a monster, even though she felt bad about it*
