Kidnapped by Vampires? But it's My Time of the Month!

23- Shamefaced

23- Kidnapped By Vampires? But its My Time of the Month!

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Hey y'all! How're doin????? Here's part 23.

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I brush past David and walk back through the double doors, rubbing my shoulders from where he grabbed me as I do. Disappointment has seeped into my limbs and I sigh to myself. Where did he go? The hall is still filled with people, but I can see Derrick supporting Dylan as he leads him away. The realization of what happened hits me like a freight train. How could I just sit there while my brother did that to Dylan? My actions from the past ten minutes confuse me. A heavy fog fills my thoughts when I think about it too hard and I lose concentration. I push various people out of the way as I make my way towards Dylan. Memories of him slumping down into my arms as his blood gushed out of his back and his lips brushing across my mouth are what keep me going. I reach them and grab onto Dylan's bicep and he turns around and looks me in the eyes. I want to tell him badly about the man with his eyes, but I can't. The mental roadblock has appeared again, leaving me to stare dumbly at him, wide-eyed. I look over the damage Daniel did to Dylan, to make sure Daniel didn't hurt him too badly.

"I'm so sorry Dylan. Its all my fault, if I hadn't acted like that because of-" My brain forces me to stop. I clutch my head in desperation. What is wrong with me?

"Daniel, I think we should head home. The students and faculty have been taken care of." David says to Daniel who has reappeared beside Dylan and Derrick. They all look at me worriedly as I rub my temples methodically. For once, it's not Daniel's voice that's giving me a headache. I keep glancing up into Dylan's eyes periodically, almost as if I'm obsessed with them.

The previous encounter between Dylan and my brother seems to have been forgotten and Dylan is now walking on his own with no sign of being injured. I catch them glancing at me every once in a while. Probably making sure I don't run off again without a word, chasing after something that I can't explain to them whatsoever. But there's a part of me that wants it to be a secret. If I tell the boys, I might not ever be able to see the man again.

When we get home, Eleanor greets us at the door. Daniel must of told her we were coming home. She takes one look at all of the boys' faces then looks to me. Taking me by the arm she leads me up to my room, both of us silent the entire way. I plop myself onto my bed and sigh deeply. Can there never be one normal day in my life now? It's times like these that I really miss Mom. It used to just be me and her, no one else. Now I don't even have her anymore.

"Miss Lilly, are you alright?" Eleanor comes and sits down beside me and puts a hand on my forehead, checking my temperature. I close my eyes and cross my arms tightly.

"I'm fine. I don't know why everyone's so worried about me. I mean, why did Daniel have to freak out like that and ruin the entire school day?" I turn my back her.

"Well, the boys said you were acting strangely. First, you disappeared for a while, said some things to David that wasn't like you at all, recoiled away from Dylan, and then to top it all off, you ran away while Daniel was misunderstanding the situation. They said you were just fine this morning before lunch, what happened to make you act like that?"

I stay silent. There isn't a way for me to explain to her what went on today. I can't tell her about when I got pulled into the classroom, or about the man with Dylan's green eyes, or how I can't stop thinking about his arms wrapped around me and that feeling of being safe and sound no matter what might happen. My mouth just won't form the explanation. I want to tell her that there's nothing wrong with me but the man's words keep echoing in my mind. I need to keep our meeting a secret. I have a strange feeling that if I was able to tell, something bad would happen. But I don't know with whom it would happen with, the man, or the boys.

"Fine. I'll leave you alone, but you can bet your brother will be in here in a few minutes and not as understanding as I would have been." She leaves my room and shuts the door quietly behind her. I start crying softly. I hate feeling helpless. They want from me something I can't give them and it's frustrating.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later my door opens then closes. I hear footsteps walk towards me and then the weight on my bed shift as someone sits down. The person then runs their hand through my hair softly and methodically. My brother would never do such a thing. Turning around I come face to face with the last thing I needed to be reminded of. Green eyes.

"Hey Dylan." I laugh nervously as I continue to stare up at him as I lay on my bed.

"Hey Lilly." He says while looking at me and not offering any more to the conversation than that.

Beads of sweat have started to form on my forehead from nervousness. His fingers start to brush over my face lightly in various places. His thumb hesitates over the spot that both he and the man had kissed me on. A chill passes through me as his thumb lingers there. When he touches it, I feel a jolt and a wave of emotions. I close my eyes at the onslaught of feelings, forgetting Dylan is sitting next to me. His fingers then travel to my neck on the side where the man had been also. His delicate fingers brush over that spot too, sending tingles all down my body. Then suddenly, Dylan pulls abruptly away and the weight on my bed is gone. I slowly open my eyes and I instantly regret doing so. A murderous look has appeared on Dylan's face, turning his eyes from his familiar green color to something more dark and sinister. Instead of giving me an explanation, Dylan turns and walks to the door. As Dylan's leaving, Daniel walks around the corner and meets him face to face. With Dylan's back turned, I can only see the look on Daniel's face. Almost as if he was confirming something with Dylan, he gives a little nod with a grave expression. Dylan turns to look at me just as he rounds the corner and I see his eyes are still not back to normal. Turning my attention to my brother, I gulp and take a deep breath. Because with the look on Daniel's face, it might just be my last.

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