Broken Youth

Chapter 9

~ Chapter Nine ~

••Megan••

My head was still spinning after Wednesday nights turn of events. Flashbacks of sweaty bodies and naked torsos had managed to seethe their way into brain and etched themselves into my memory. If this happens every Wednesday- I quit. I can't afford to record every man I fuck around with. It's exhausting. I double checked my hair didn't look too whack for a Saturday morning; an early morning, might I add. Georgia would be arriving in no less than 10 minutes and coffee had been demanded. As usual, I stumbled down the stairs in a baggy jumper and panties, not bothering with my bottom half- she's seen it before. The walk to the kitchen seemed miles long, switching on the TV as I went. Oh how I wish my slumber could continue. Yet again, my night was full of piercing eyes and ridiculously gorgeous men. It wasn't human; to have these pleasing dreams every night. They should be full of fluffy clouds and rainbows with pots of gold at the end. Instead I had quotes of 'Bloody Vacancy' flooding in. I was corrupted.

"I'm here! I'm just gonna park my car in your garage!" I rolled my eyes. Georgia was one of those girls who had a car that was stealable. A Range Rover sport. Fucking show off. Not bothering with I reply, I brought the steaming cups of coffee into the living room and settled under a red blanket. The door was slammed shut making me curse her name.
"Hey bitch!" I pointed at her cup, placed on the table.
"Nice to see you too, Georgia." I huffed sarcastically. She laughed. And she laughed loud. I couldn't help but smile at her; I was very lucky to have her, even when I was bitchy just as I am now.
"Someone got out the wrong side of bed today, huh?" She poked my side, letting a giggle escape my mouth, I sat up. The pain in my legs grew slightly causing me to wince. The muscles in my thighs were killing me, slowly, but they were. They hurt. So much.
"It's my legs. Well you know- the lower region." Her smile faltered slightly. Slightly confused, I let her take back the blanket, her eyes still in contact with mine. I gasped as I saw the purple splodges that decorated my inner thigh. There were bruises. Her eyes widened in shock, before lowering and she sniggered at me. "What is so funny? I have problems walking because of this!" She sniggered again and put the blanket back. Well, I snatched it from her.
"That son of a bitch gave you bruises. His he man of fucking steel?" There was a pause before the room filled with laughter. Real laughter; from my mouth. The pleasure of hearing myself enjoy small moments with my best friend was so much better than any man.

Georgia turned her attention to the television as the news came on. My ears enlarged their surface area as another murder story was read.
'Another attack is made on a family of 4: two girls and their middle aged parents were left, on the outskirts of Yorkshire, drained of their blood. This could be related to the second attack made on a primary school teacher who has not yet been identified.'
My mind spun yet again and the odd coincidence of attacks, near us, combined with Mrs Vlack and the odd boy, all made me weak. Too much to think about- too many things to take note of. Georgia cursed under her breath and I nodded, not that she could see me, in agreement. Fuck those heartless murderers.
"This is my essay topic." She looked at me like I was crazy. "I have to persuade the reader that vampires don't exist!" Georgia went pale. Is there something I'm missing?
"And how the hell are you gonna do that?" I sighed. I have no idea. But I told her everything I knew about them.

Vampires have a strange obsession with leaving a personalised mark above their targets head after they have drained its blood. Any vampire, good or bad (if they can be labeled that), will have an undeniable clench of blood for their thirst. Lack of any human interaction could lead to extreme mass murders. (Something that would be easy to defend- that is called 'a psychotic human not a fucking vampire). If the vampire has enough interaction with humans, their thirst for blood will become less and the need to kill the human, will diminish. If the said vampire has enough interaction with humans, it will forget its need for blood and they will die out and remain human. (Again, easy to defend.)
But (this panicked me slightly), a vampire could fall in love. With a human. An obsession will grow and too a human that's what it will look like, but for a vampire, all it is is the need be and ask and help when they can't. In a couple of days or even weeks, this 'obsession' can become an electric and passionate bond of love. The fate of pair cannot be told, therefore the human could be killed if the vampire cannot control itself. Apart from one, there is one vampire who's destiny has already been decided.

I looked up from the page of notes I was reading. Georgia looked me in the eyes and gulped. Her face was expressionless yet her eyes told the full story. She was nervous and worried. There was another emotion I could not describe to anyone, yet I knew what it was. For some reason, I had a feeling she knew what I was talking about.
"Georgia. I-I think that... There's this b-boy and h-he," I hesitated. "He was outside my window. In there. Staring at me with hard eyes." I pointed to the dinning room French doors. I looked down, afraid I sounded crazy. It's not enough there are odd boys staring in at you, who had obviously been in your house. "A-and he, well, he had been I-In my house..." She had been looking out the window, deep in thought, until that moment- her head shot round and her soft, blue eyes studied me. I wanted to run and hide, hang my head low again, but I knew I couldn't.
"Ha-" Georgia stopped herself, blush creeping up into her cheeks. Her eyes watered and she got up, leaving her coffee abandoned on the table. Hearing the door shut, quietly this time, I knew she had gone. What on earth?

{Authors Note}

Dedication: (@JinxedBySummer) for so many reasons. 1. She is always giving me hints and tips to make this better. 2. Always there to talk to about this book if I need help and 3. For just constantly showing your support. Thank you x

Note: 1) Holy flying shit... how is it that Harry damn Styles is 20? That lil shit is gonna pay. 2) Early update coz you hit the number of votes. Ayee! 3) So Georgia almost said someone's name, felt guilty and embarrassed and walked out. Ok, so maybe she almost gave something away? (to Meg that is; y'all know what H is anyway). I'm excited for the next few chapters I can tell yah. Not long 'till these two meet; I promise.

Love you all | Meg x