Cold Blooded

12. 😭

Mariyah pov
Lavender stares at me, and walks up to me as I breath heavily in fear.

She puts her face to my ear. "I steal. Everything he loves." She lowly said coldly. She then disappeared. I realized her scent was also gone. I heard Mateo groan. I quickly go up to him, and he sat up. His eyes were orange. He looked around, until he met eyes with me.

"What happened?"

"She came."

Mateo looked off into space. I snapped my finger in front of him but he didn't move a muscle. Until he looked back at me. "Don't do that when I look back in time." He shook his head.

He got up. "You still wanna go to the party?"

"But what abou-"

"If it happens," he paused and sighed. "It happens."

I nod, and wash my face. I out my sneakers back on, and we walked out the hotel room.

"Where are the boys?"

"With they girlfriends."

"Are thei-"

"Yea. They're vampires." He cut me off. We walked out the hotel, and we were down town.

We saw a club after about 3 blocks, and we walked in hearing the music blasting. It's crowded, and there's people dancing everywhere, bars, couples making out, and suck and such you would see at a club.

I love noise. It's so mesmerizing. Makes me feel happy, and alive. To see everyone having fun, makes me wanna have fun too.

I looked at Mateo, and he had his glasses on, but not his mask. He was looking in all directions.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him through the crowds of people. Mateo looked as if he wasn't used to any of this. He gave people dirty looks, but however the people didn't see. He looked alarmed, and observing everything as I pulled him. I pulled him to the bar.

He sat down on the chair, and was staring at everyone dancing.

He looked at me. "These people can't dance."

I laugh. "They jus having fun Teo."

I could tell he rolled his eyes.

"Are you guys old enough to drink?" The bartender asked.

I nodded, and I looked at Mateo who was smirking. He shook his head at me.

"Can I have Hennessy?" I ask sitting down.

He nodded and walked away.

"I'm not used to dis shit." He shook his head.

"I know."

The bartender came back with Hennessy in a glass cup. I took a sip.

"You too young." He rolled his eyes.

"Well you're not." I say Golding my hand out giving him the cup.

He shook his head. "I'm good."

I rolled my eyes.

I wanna be a vampire so bad. I have no friends or nothing.

"Just a sip."

He sighed. "Fine."

He too, the cup from me, and drank the whole cup. I grew surprised.

He out the cup on the table, and just stared at me. He didn't scrunch his face with the after taste, or nothing.

"It doesn't affect you?" I ask in awe.

He shook his head. "No dafuq."

"Can I be a vampire pwweeeese?" I beg.

He shook his head.

"Whyyyyy?" I whine while playing with my short curls.

I poke out my bottom lip.

"Because I don't t-"

"Fuck it Mateo! I can't see my family nomore, and I got no friends. Please."

He stared at me long and hard. "Go die."

I scrunch my face. "That's type rude."

He chuckled. "No. Seriously. Die. And I'll do it." He said softly.

"O-ohhhh."

"You're stupid." He shook his head.

He got off his chair and went in between my legs. He kissed me softly, and shortly pulled away.

"Nigga you said that you wanted to start over." I say with a 'dafuq' face.

He nodded. "I know." He said nonchalently. "Go get hit by a truck."

I shake my head "Not now."

Mateo smirked and sat back in his seat. "Okay."

He broke the cup, and stabbed himself in the chest. The bartender grew alarmed, and people near by began screaming. I screamed, and Mateo fell lifeless on the floor. The bartender went and called the police.

I stay there shocked.

He's dead.

He jus put killed himself.. Like,-like that.

I bend down and hold his dead body getting his blood all over me.

People now all over the club were screaming and yelling, and I heard sirens. The music stopped and I shook him continuously.

No.

He can't.

I begin crying heavily, and I get up. I run out the club along with many others not knowing what to do.

I grip my hair. I don't even know where the boys are, or their numbers. I don't have a phone.

I walk across the street seeing the ambulances, and police quickly pulling up outside the club as I hear screams.

He's gone.

He's dead. Forreal.

I scream in aggravation. I walk across the street looking down, and crying heavily.

I then hear a loud horn, and I look seeing bright lights, and a loud motor upcoming.

I then black out.

I'm hungry ... I hope my mom brings McDonald's on her way home from work.