Bite Me (l.t)

Part 6

Had he done something that could have possibly made her feel this way? But if it was so wrong, why did it then feel so right at the same time?

Later that night, her father went out of town to a meeting about the murder and that made Brooke a little relieved. She knew that her father hated vampires and wouldn’t hesitate to kill it if he found one. And her brothers did God knows what.

She had also asked Nelly and Lynn to go and visit their families, and they lived far away so that was even better. So for now she had no one who checked up on her, except for the housekeepers, but they had no right to disturb her so she stayed calm. Her father would come back in tomorrow so she had time to prepare herself for it.

She had got dressed with a thin white dress and now she sat on the balcony and just stared at the new moon. It was so beautiful and it made her feel like everything was like it used to be for a while. But she knew that it would never be like before again.

She started to think about that dream, and how good he had made her feel. She had never experienced anything like that before, beacause she had never been with a man before, so the whole thing scared her a little. But when he had touched her like that, she had had no doubts, just gone with the feeling. And even though it had never even happened, she could not get the feeling of his hands on her body out of her mind. The whole event had been so intimite and so erotic. And she knew that she wanted to feel that feeling again. But she hated that she wanted him to make her feel that way. At the same time that she hated him, she wanted him to touch her.

She lay her head in her hands and sighed. This shit was so cracked. Ever since she was turned, she had so many hormones and had so many mood swings. She wanted things she’d never wanted before.

It was a calm evening and not many people were out, so she could hear the sounds of the woods and the owls. She loved the sounds of the nature. So innocent and free.

A pain stabbed her in her stomach and she groaned. The hunger killed her. Not literally though. She stood up and leaned over the railing. It was far down to the ground. About 6 meters. Maybe she would try to jump. She couldn’t get hurt now could she? And it would go a lot much faster than taking the stairs. Her grip on the railing hardened when she swung one leg over it and then the other one. The stone railing was cold against her bum and she came to think of Louis’ warm hands on it and how much better that felt.

She shooke her head and looked down at ground again and hoped that the jump wouldn’t hurt. And then she jumped. It felt like flying, not falling. And it was over before she could’ve really enjoyed it. She landed she easily on the ground, not like she’d been falling 6 meters from a balcony. And it didn’t hurt a bit. And as she had noticed before, there were not any people on the streets so no one could have seen her. She made her way through the big garden and jumped over the fence. And the fence was like one and a half meters so that was a high jump. She almost couldn’t believe how much her physical abilities had improved.

She made her way to the woods, to the safety and the darkness. Her hunger almost made her vision dizzy. She couldn’t see clear. She couldn’t wait any longer now, she had to eat.

A rat scurried past in the grass. Brooke threw herself after it and held it tight with her shaking hands. The rat floundered wildly for its life.

    "Easy now. It won’t hurt," she lied and put her lips on the back of the rat. Then she let her teeth sink into its back. ¨She could not lie, it did not taste well, but it gave her a satisfying feeling, to feel the life being sucked out of the little creature, and its heartbeat slowing down until it’s gone forever.

But afterward, she felt terrible. She sobbed as she lay the dead rat down on the ground and covered it with a few leaves. She stood up and intertwined her fingers together. She prayed a short pray to God and hoped that he would hear it and forgive her.

 When she was in her room again she made her way over to her desk. There she had a drawing of her mother and herself. She was still a little baby and her mother looked so happy. She had had no idea that her daughter would become a killer by then. And if she had known that, maybe she would have drowned her in the nearest lake. Her mother was dead. She had been in one of the big cities with Brooke’s father and then been ran over by a stagecoach. It had came out of nowhere. And her mother had had no chance. But that was a long time ago, and Brooke had still been a little girl so she hadn’t really understood what had happened or why her father and brothers had been so sad and upset. But she learned why when she had grown older.

Beside the drawing lay her diary with brown leather binders. She sat down in front of the desk and took a deep breath. Then she opened the diary.