BLOODLESS

Chapter Seven

A Hybrid and A Werewolf

That night Matilda and I stayed up long after Logan went to sleep. We talked about how stupid Edward was, and how much we miss him.

For the first time ever, it felt like I had a real sister to confide in. I had never had a female friend, and Logan and I never had sleepovers, so I'd never known what it was like to have either of those things. To be honest, the thought of female friends and sleepovers never crossed my mind.

Matilda and I talked about lots of things. The type of things that you have to take a step back to think about, or when you blush so hard that you feel tears welling up. The type of things that make you want to roll your friend over with a steamroller twenty times, but instead you playfully punch them on the arm.

Even though we talked about a lot of confidential things, we talked about Edward's death the most. I thought Edward was going to hell. Matilda tearfully reassured me that he was going to heaven. She ended up crying too much to keep on talking, so we went to sleep.

I groggily woke at midday to Logan and Matilda fighting, which was hopefully training and not an actual fight. Neither of them even noticed me, and thus, I was ignored. Since I had missed breakfast and lunch-which they seemed to've already eaten-I looked over to the fire which was still burning bright, and noticed that there was no food left for me.

"Why does this always happen to me?" I whined, hoping someone would notice what they've done. No one heard my complaint.

Sighing, I walked up to the fire to see if they actually did leave food, but it got buried in dirt.

Nope. There was absolutely nothing left but little bits of burnt bark and the horrible stench of smoke. It made me feel like vomiting. Luckily, I didn't vomit, which seemed to be the only good thing about that day so far.

I sat by the fire for a while, warming my hands, but then I felt a light peck on my back, and looked up. "...Rain?" The little droplets grew bigger and began to gradually fall faster and faster, gracefully crashing onto the ground and creating puddles in dips in the ground.

Logan stopped fighting, but Matilda punched him in the face, just so she could have the last laugh. Sighing, Logan began complaining. "Argh, why does rain have to come now?! it could've come when we were dehydrated and starving! Bu-"

I coughed very loudly, cutting him off. "Dehydrated and starving? Uh-huh, because no one here is hungry and has missed two meals today... yup. Obviously."

Matilda and Logan looked at each other, realising what they've done.

"Uh... Oops?" Said Matilda with an apologetic smile.

"Ugh. Forget it." I got up and glared at them, before going back to my "sleeping area" to "pack up." There wasn't really anything to pack up, except for my makeshift bed, which, as always, was made out of old, gross, itchy leaves. Stomping and kicking the leaves, I looked up at the fire, which was sizzling out. A big cloud of smoke that was coming from the fire turned into a figure which was covered with something that could be blood or water. Snakes were slithering out of their eyes and mouth, and they curled around the figure's head and body before slithering into the sky and disappearing into puffs of smoke.

I gasped, and kept on sputtering random words, not knowing what to say. This figure was too detailed to be a natural cloud of smoke. I had never seen anything like it before, yet the figure looked familiar.