Peach Hills

I Have To Heal You

"Tasha." I hear a whisper. I slowly open my eyes and feel my head throb like it's never throbbed before. "What happened?" I ask. "Wheres Kartia, she came back to Peach Hills and I was so happy that when I hugged her I must have just passed out somehow." I smile, try to sit up and feel my neck too weak to lift me. "Why is my neck bandaged?" I ask confusingly. "Look love, Kartia, she attacked you, the only way to stop her was to kill her." I feel a tear roll down my eye and remember. My neck, the gun shot. "Why did you kill her? She was my friend." I can't help but cry. "She almost killed you. Yes, she was your friend, when she became a vampire she was incapable of being friends with humans because of her personality being more heightened than it was before." I nod. Cory bites his wrist and slowly puts it toward my lips. "Drink, it will heal you." I don't know, but I take it. I put my lips towards his wrist and suck the blood from his veins. It does not taste horrible, but warm and like I could do it again. I remove the bandage off my neck and feel the wound closing up in seconds. My headache goes away and I instantly have a full tank of energy. I get up and take my clothes off in front of everyone. "I'm going to have a shower. Cory? Help me wash myself." I look him in the eyes and none of them say a word. Cory gets up. I take his hand and we go into the shower while I am still taking off his clothes. I like feeling better. Maybe if I was a vampire I could always feel good. 

After our shower which mainly consisted of me trying to fuck him while he knew it wasn't right. Ugh, gentlemen can be so annoying! I put on some fresh clothes. A pair of Mia's shorts and one of Cory's t-shirts. I sit down on Cory's bed and cross my legs. I take my phone and decide to call Mary. No answer. My happiness lasts for all or 2 minutes until I remember about the vampires in the basement. "Peter!" I yell out from Cory's bedroom which is upstairs, where as Peter is downstairs. Before I could ask again he is in front of me. "Yes?" He questions. "Vampires in the basement? What are we going to do?" I question him. "Well look, I am sorry about Kartia but we can go back downstairs and get answers from the others. I have been trying all morning but I am getting no answers." He explains frustratingly. I get up and go straight to the basement.

"So assholes, you speaking or are we stabbing?" I say as I walk in holding a stake in one hand and a hand gun loaded with timber bullets in the other. "Who the fuck are you?" I hear a croaky voice say from next to me. The snowhawk has burned the insides of his lungs from breathing it in. "Your the one who turned these others?" I look him in the eye. "Zak isn't it?" I hold my gun up to his head. "Why?" I say out loud. I have barely looked at him. "That won't kill me." I hear him croak. I shoot him directly in the stomach and he groans. "I don't care. Why do you kill?" I ask him. "We are vampires moron!" He twists his head side to side till the snowhawk seeped gag falls off. "Can we eat her now Pete?" I hear him question. "Peter?" I look over to Peter. Are they friends? Before I could say another word I hear Peters neck snap and Cory's hand holding mine. "Cory, what's happening?" I demand an answer. "Zak didn't do this. Zak is just a smart ass. All he did was turn the others. He was Peters friend before we moved to Peach Hills 5 years ago. "So you know him?" I ask. What is going on? I was prepared to kill him! And I still am! I take my hand out of Cory's hold, pick up the gun he made me put on the floor and I shoot Zak three times, I take a step closer and plunge the stake into his chest. "Tash what the fuck!" I hear Cory say from behind me. I watch as his body turns to a grey tone and his veins lift to be visible signifying he is dead. "So that's what a dead vampire looks like?" I ask Cory. He runs up to Zak and slowly rips his hear out of his chest.He unties him, picks him up and takes him and his detatched heart out of the room. "Clean up. Don't kill anyone else." Cory demands. I do. I put the ropes away as I am the only one with the ability to hold them. "So two down, three to go. If you want the same fate as your friend, stay quiet, if you don't, answer my questions!" They all nod. I go up to them individually, and remove the snowhawk wrapped around their faces. "I have my blood, you answer, you get some. I can see how weak you are." I say to them. I pick up the steak and put the point of it onto my arm, push down and pull it upwards along my forearm. It starts to bleed. I fold my arm over a bucket and let some drip inside. I look at their faces and the veins protrude out from under their eyes, their eyes turning red. "Names." I say. I point the stake towards the first guy. He looks young, twenty maybe. "Marcus." He answers with a croaky voice. I take a plastic shot glass and pour some of the blood out of the bucket into it and put the cup up to his lips. He tilts his head back and I pour the blood inside. I do the same with the others. Jason and Livia. They also seemed young, Livia looks 14 where as Jason mentions he is 18. As time passes of them drinking my blood and answering my questions. I feel my arm still bleeding. "Peter, Cory." They both walk in. "Look, we forgive you aight?" They both question. I nod and look at my arm. Peter rushes towards me, bites his wrist and I drink. I know the drill. I like this power we have. I like having them wrapped around my finger.