Bloodsucker •Cameron Dallas•

1.2 - the heretics

Last night, after Cameron left, I was clouded by my thoughts. I concluded that my feelings for Cameron were stopping me from being my true self in front of him. I always caught myself in a stuttering mess around him.

His words last night were constantly replaying itself in my mind. He never explained to me how you would know if someone's your soulmate.

I mean, we all learn from the books we read, and the films we watch, that Vampires aren't to be trusted. Vampires are seen to be monsters of the earth. They're feared by us. They're resented from everyone. They're fictional. Well, that's what I thought.

But Cameron's different. He has his violent rages, and his unusual moments of silence. But he also shows a more affectionate side to him.

Last night, I said to myself that the both of us need to remain as friends. Nothing more.

I sighed, and found myself looking at the person that stared right back at me.

"You need to get through all of this. You are strong enough, Yasmin." I spoke at the reflection.

After hearing the door bell, I quickly slipped my boots on, and opened the door to be faced with two familiar faces. They both looked surprisingly calm, which is good.

"How was yesterday?" I asked the two of them as we got in the car.

"It was boring." Katherine answered.

"It wasn't boring for me. I spent the whole afternoon with Bonnie. She taught me so much!" Candice exclaimed.

"Like what?" I asked as I turned the engine on.

"She taught me how to control my powers, and a few spells. Just the main ones."

"Nice." I said.

"How long did you say your Mum was away for?" Katherine cut in.

"Two weeks."

"What a fucking coincidence. Mine left last night and told me she'd be back in a weeks time." Katherine spat in fury.

"Mum left two nights ago." Candice said from the back.

"They've only gone to renew their course, right?" I asked.

I heard Katherine scoff.

"You really think that's the reason why our parents have gone?"

"Well. Yeah. That's what I was told." I said, starting to feel confused.

"You're so naive Yasmin." Katherine said as she crossed her arms and focused on the road ahead of us.

I already begun to feel my anger rise from her comment. At times, when she lashes out, or when she feels the need to let out snide remarks, I end up arguing with her. She should take advantage of the only friendship she has. Not ruin it with harsh remarks.

"And you're extremely lucky to be getting a lift, rather than walking nearly over a mile, Katherine." I spat back, with a threatening glare.

She had the audacity to speak to me like that in my own damn car. So I have every right to be defensive. Right?

I looked to my left and saw her looking down at her hands, picking at her nails.

"Sorry." Katherine's voice came out quiet and hoarse.

I didn't respond. Instead, I kept my focus on the road. The weeks of stress seem to be piling on top of me. My head feels incredibly heavy, and I feel so worn out. My sleepless nights haven't helped either.