Blood Of The Shadow World

-Chapter 3-

     Hey guys! So I changed the main characters name from Vanessa to Alexia, one of my other favorite names (from Resident Evil Code Veronica X, who I also named my cat after 14 years ago xD)
Above is a picture of how her  father looks. Can you tell I love The Vampire Diaries yet? Lol xD
Enjoy!

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Something woke me up-
     -Someone's arm was around me.
     Who the fuck- do NOT tell me Brian is in my bed-
     "Ugh..." The groan was a females voice.
    Katie? It took a moment for the memories to come back to me. It was still dark out, 4:26 am.
    Another groan came from the miserable girl next to me, making me quick to get up though trying not to shake the bed too much in the process. I didn't want to stir her possible turning stomach, that could end badly. I turned on the small light on my nightstand slightly illuminating the room, but thankfully wasn't too bright. In case she was about to throw up and I could only hope she'd see the small trash bucket I placed next to the bed for her.
    "You're burning up." I whispered,  turning to my right to open the window. A soft breeze entered, cooling down my stuffy room since I forgot to turn my ceiling fan on. I'm surprised I even passed out, for I could only sleep to the sound of a fan humming in the background. Not to mention being cold helped.
     The alcohol was still present in my body, the room around me hazy. Being extremely tired wasn't helping either.
    Sitting back down on the edge of my bed, my mind wondered to the events from a few hours ago. Kate had gotten too tanked too quickly, whether she intended to it not, leaving me with slight anxiety. But it was over with, thinking about what worse situation could have happened wouldn't help. I needed to get over it, and I'm sure she will be very embarrassed when she finally wakes and sobers up.
    I caught myself staring out my window, the sound of leaves rustles on the branches, dancing with the light wind calmed me some. The trees started about 15-20 feet away from my bedroom window, leaving a good space where I've jumped out many times before to disappear upon hearing my parents fight years back. Or worse, when my mother was having an affair, leaving my father to drink every chance he got if he wasn't working.
    No, I'm not going to that dark place while I'm still buzzed. Fuck that.
    The blue light flashed on my galaxy, indicating I had a message. The temptation to grab my phone growing, but I didn't want to be up all night, angry or paranoid if my stalker had chosen to send another cryptic message.
    Temptation won, now holding my phone, I typed in my pass code to unlock my phone.
     2:38 am [Hey, just got home, wanted to let you know. I'm sorry again for getting Katie hammered tonight, totally my fault on that. I hope she's ok. Also sorry for John, he can be an asshole when he's stressed out. I hope tonight didn't ruin future night life for you.]
    Rereading Brian's text, I contemplated what to respond with.
   [It's fine, I just don't like babysitting.] As for John... Why would he be stressed out? Will Brian tell me?
    [What was Johns deal? He seemed fine up until the end. No offense, but your friend is a bit weird.] Sent. I doubt he was still up, but I figured to reply now before the morning. Or whenever I would wake up again.
    Placing my phone gently back on my nightstand, I walked over to my mini fridge on the floor in the corner between my closet and window. Pulling out a Fiji water bottle, the cap clicked a few times with the turn of my right hand, allowing it to open and release the fresh cold water into my mouth and down my throat.
     There was no way I'd have a hang over tomorrow, last thing I needed was to feel like shit at work tomorrow night. Saturdays were usually busy, for not a lot of people worked on saturdays and it was the start of the new weekly sale.
    Placing the water bottle on the night stand, away from my phone so the condensation wouldn't ruin it later, I turned out the lamp and got back into my bed by the wall. Katie moved slightly, making a weird soft groan in her sleep.
     You puke in my bed barbie doll and you won't be leaving till every last drop is cleaned up.
    I didn't like the angry thoughts running through my head. Again, lack of sleep and if there was anything I hated the most, was not getting my beauty sleep. Dreams were my favorite, for they were so vivid to me and I always wanted to believe there was meaning behind them. Whether good or bad, the mind was one hell of a mystery.