School, a subject she was unsure and squirmish around. Olive wasn't dumb, nor was she a top student, simply a slightly above average student that would get by. Interaction wasn't her best suit but she did indeed try her best, concealing her urges with a black coat of restraint. She'd never told a soul of herself with the exception of her father, although it was more of him discovering this for himself rather than a traditional "Hey, I like to kill things.".
Olive was a mere child at this time, she'd learned of her blood lust nature at a young age, choosing to embrace it as much as she could. Sneaking into the kitchen to steal a knife, snatching her father's pocket knife, or simple picking up a rock; she had blood lust and had it bad. On a fairly warm day in June, Olive caught sight of a rodent passing by. She pounced for the poor creature, clutching it in her tiny hands, picking up the closest weapon. With this she proceeded to place the animal onto the ground, in the makings of perfecting her technique, bashing the head of the squirming body. Blood splat: the crunch of its bones being crushed as this repeated, a gruesome sight to anyone who were to watch from afar but one hell of a time for Olive. Little did she know, someone was watching, her father to be exact. "O-Olive..." her curious eyes looking up in his direction, "Daddy?" a glint of something he couldn't quite put his finger on was seen in his child's eyes. His stomach churned, he knew.
"Breakfast!" a firm word came from the small part in his mouth, signalling his daughter to retrieve her food. Within seconds, Olive bounced out of her room, grabbing her plate and gobbling up its contents. Occasionally looking up into his eyes to pick his brain. "Stop doing that!" he said, knowing her damn well enough to see what she was doing. "Doing what?" she furrowed her eyebrows in mock confusion, but not before getting up and stating she was going to venture outside. Dismissing the conversation that had just occurred, biting his lower lip he responded "Where?" "To do drugs, of course." her tone casual as she shoved her fists in her pockets, receiving an expected response, "What the hell Olive?!" This resulting in an amused smirk on Olive's face, "Don't worry David, I haven't gotten there yet." and she was gone, leaving her father in confusion. Both from his daughter using his first name and the use of 'yet' in the situation.
A/N: I feel the book is going well so far, please tell me what you think!! It means alot :) Love ya, until the next part-ByE
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I'm Gone But You're Still Here
Teen FictionOlive Marianne Parker A girl with blood lust... Her father is dissmissive yet concernced. Anxious yet familiar with the creak of the window signaling his daughter is home. There's a stir, though, when Valerie befriends Olive, a rare sight indeed. H...
