The sun poured in on my desk through the part of the window that wasn't covered by a half curtain; as the teacher droned on about some war that happened over 100 years ago. I had already lost interest about ten minutes into the lecture that I began playing with my pen before doodling on a scrap of paper when the door to the classroom opened. As always when the door opened, everyone's head turned towards it and the teacher went silent.
"Hello, May I help you?" Our history teacher asked politely.
"Um, yes, my name is Kristen. I just moved here and I'm supposed to be in history right now. Are you Ms. Bailey?"
Her voice, I noticed, was soft and sweet like honey. Her features flowed well with her body. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and her green eyes looked about the room. I could feel my body start to tremble. I held my pen tight in my hand to keep from being noticed.
Not now. I thought to myself. Not her.
"Welcome to World History, Kristen. You may go find an empty seat." I heard the teacher say. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. A moment later a caramel scent floated in my direction, I opened my eyes. There she sat, right in front of me.
"Hi," she smiled softly.
"H...hi," I breathed out. She turned around and stared at the board in front of us. I bit my lip.
The large clock above the door was ticking down the seconds even more slowly it seemed. I wanted out of this class and to talk to her. I needed to talk to her. As I was coloring in a rose that dangled from the skull's mouth I had been drawing, the school bell rang and the teacher was dismissing us for the weekend. I grabbed my bag from off the floor and ran out of the door before anyone could say another word.
Outside the sun seemed to shine even more brightly than in the stuffy classroom, I pushed the button on my keypad hearing the chirp disarming my alarm to my black Chevy SUV. I threw my bag into the backseat and waited. I pushed my key into the ignition and turned it over; the engine making a loud roar as it started. The bass system my vehicle had begun to rumble throughout the schoolyard, vibrating the glass windows around me. Then I saw her...Kristen. I smiled and put the gear into drive; pulling up next to the curb she was standing on waiting to board the bus.
After putting the gear in park, I rolled the window down with a smile, "Hey, Kristen." My voice strong and charming, the thing I knew they all loved about me.
"Hey," she smiled, walking to the passenger door. "I'm sorry but I don't think I caught your name." Her cheeks burned pink.
I chuckled, "its Justin." I chewed on my lip for a millisecond before I asked, "Can I give you a ride home?"
Her eyes went wide and when she spoke, a small stutter emitted, "uh...s-sure."
I nodded, still smiling as I got out of the truck and walked to the passenger side, opening the door, "Ladies first."
She climbed in, fixing her skirt while I shut the door and ran to the driver's side. I put the gear back into drive and together we left the school as my stomach pinged.
We talked about music, movies, people, things we like and don't like before agreeing on a cup of coffee at the river. God, she was so sweet and perfect. My heart raced as she spoke. My body trembling again as the wind blew her smell of caramel under my nose. I breathed in deeply...wanting more...craving it. We sat there for hours before realizing it was getting dark, when she spoke up about needing to go home.
I was saddened quickly how she wanted to leave already. No! Not yet. I wanted to scream out. Then everything flooded my brain, and then suddenly an idea popped into my head. I gave a smile.
"I want to show you something first; I promise you will love it."
Her eyes flickered with a glint of panic then she relaxed, "O-okay." She climbed into the truck.
I hopped in behind her and brought the engine to life. We drove for another thirty minutes leaving the freeway and into a woody area that our state was known for. I turned off the highway and onto a small gravel road that was hidden away from civilization. Another thirty minutes had come and gone when a cabin came into view. The stars above shown through the trees like little diamonds. I cut the engine where one could hear the sounds of the crickets and how loud they can be. The frogs croaked just as loud almost in competition.
Kristen's eyes were big as she climbed off the step and onto the forest floor, "Wow, this is gorgeous." Kristen's head turned this way and that, taking in her surroundings.
My compulsions were becoming unbearable. My body shook when I covered her eyes and led her into the cabin's cellar.
"Wh-where are we going?" She asked me, softly but a hint of terror.
"You will see," I said, as my charming voice that everyone knew began to change with every word I spoke. I turned a light on. "Stand here." I placed her on the platform and bound her hands to a hook on the wall above her head.
Terror struck her. She began to cry. "P-please...d-d-don't do this." She begged, biting her lip, hard drawing blood, the scent of it hitting my nostrils.
I shuddered, closing my eyes. "You are bleeding, love. Here, let me clean it up." I leaned in and kissed her bloody lip, swallowing it, leaning behind her back and grabbing a thick metal clamp. "We are going to play a game."
Kristen started to tremble and fight me. Pulling the clamp around her small frame, I latched it to the other side of the wall. Tears had started to stream down her face, her mascara blackening her cheeks. I took a blade that hung on the opposite wall and began stripping her clothes off. She screamed, trying to figure out a way to cover her body.
All I did was laugh as I took a smaller knife and began to cut little symbols into her chest, sides, and stomach. The blood seeped as the knife pierced her skin as if it were made from butter. With each piercing of the knife, her screams and cries grew louder. It made my blood burn against my skin.
"Wh-what...what are y-you...?" She tried to breathe out.
I leaned in and kissed her cheek, before whispering in her ear, "You are..." I bit her earlobe, pulling it into my mouth before finishing, "...mine."
I lit candles around the room, opened a window allowing the moonlight shine through. In middle of the room, on a black podium lay open a little black book. I took a drink of the black chalice sitting next to it before reciting the same words I have repeated. The dungeon began to glow eerily with the pentagram around Kristen brightening. The more I chanted, the more she screamed in terror. Her body twisted in its binds. I chanted louder and louder over her screams and protests until finally the room was silent.
I grabbed the chalice and walked swiftly to the girl's unconscious body draining her blood into the old goblet. I held up the glass to the stone creature behind me. "For you, my father," I drained the goblet.
I fell to my knees as the blood ran through my veins. My body burning, I could feel the power and the strength I had lost. Blackness was all I saw when I fell to the ground.
What seemed like hours, I stumbled out of the dungeon and into my truck; I rubbed my face as I rumbled the engine to life. I pulled out of the long drive and looked into the mirror, my jet black hair now auburn and eyes green. I smiled in the mirror.
