Just Another Vampire Story

Nerves

 I started to walk in circles. Why does this moment feel so wrong? I shouldn't feel intimidated. Not by anyone. I paced through the vast space to the large couch and leaned against the arm rest. I held in my breath and tried to take in the vibrations that surround me. I looked for a sound out of the familiar so I can at least feel that I wasn't being paranoid.

 A vague shriek broke the silence. it didn't sound normal. It rather seemed as an echo in a well. It's not real.

 It's a athought, maybe a memory.

 The memory of me screaming my pain.

 I gulped down on nothing.

 He was here.

 I sprung up and strode to the window. I still held in my breath as I peeked through the light fabric of the curtain. I scanned the yard for an odd body...nothing. Why was he thinking about that scream I had screamed? Did he find it amusing enough that he tracked me down so he would experience it again? No, that is just sick. Then again, he looked like he had it in him to want such a thing. I backed off slowly and marched silently to the opposite end of the house, and took a look on the outside world through the windows over there.

 Nothing.

 Okay, I'm not very good at this. Tracking people. Vampires especially. I hope no one is bored enough to visit me at this hour. I bottled a dry chuckle in. I need help here. I scanned the outside once more before I feel my heartbeat quicken. I couldn't be paranoid to the point that I hear stuff that don't exist...

 Could I?

 I shook my head and backed away deciding to shake this whole thing off and go back upstairs. I reached the bottom of the stairs as my hand touched the cold railing when I heard it.

 I heard him. 

 "I know you."

 I felt a lump forming in my throat. 

 He is talking to me. His voice was calm and low. I looked around the room, but nothing. He was outside. I have no idea how to act about it. Should I talk to him? Should I just get out and run? But then again, if I go out, he'll be right there and maybe get a good hold of me like the other night. I was still holding my breath.

 Damn it!

 I need to get a fucking grip cause this is starting to get on my nerves.

 I ignored the fact that he might be watching my thoughts and sped up the stairs to my room. I need to either get out of here, or get some help...and I really need to start learning how to defend myself. I scanned the room too quick for anyone till my eyes found what I was searching for: my phone.

 I swiped the screen too fast for it to respond. I huffed. Stupid human technology need to consider that other species use it too!  Okay, complain later. Focus here, please. I shook my

head at my frantic brain. I dialed Troy's number, no time for texting.

 ...

 Come on!

 "Hello?"

 "Troy?! Oh my God. Finally!" My voice broke a bit when I called his name. I really didn't like that. I shouldn't be that weak. I shouldn't be afraid!

 "He's here." I whispered.

 "I'm coming." He said it all too quickly, it made me think for a second that he didn't hear me and just replied to someone else. I nodded and hung up.

 ...

 What now?

 I rolled my eyes and thought Great.

 I walked out of my room without a sound, looking for any scattered thoughts that might at least lead to anything the uninvited guest might later do. Would he do something?

 But what can he possibly do to me? I'm not my m-...

 I felt my chest tighten and my breath hitch at my throat. Heat crawled up my torso to my neck.

 My mother.

 Is what happened to mom the same thing as what will happen to me?

 No way. I swallowed my spit once again. But he's much stronger than me, so it's probable. Shit! No, he will not touch me.

 But he already has.

 I shook my head and pulled at the ends of my hair. He won't touch me. He won't.

 Not this time.

 Right. Keep telling yourself that. And try to believe it. Great. I have my own condescending subconscious to put my mood in much less of a panicking mess.

 Oh wait, I'm still panicking.

 "Ruby."

 I gasped.

 Troy's here. He is here. Okay how fast was that when I still haven't reached the end of the stairs?

 "Troy? Where are you?"

 "Come out through the back. Quietly."

 I nodded as if he can see me and took a leap through the room and into the kitchen. I looked through the window of the back door...

 I saw nothing. I sighed as I braced myself for what the possibility of whatever happens after I step outside, and turned the damned knob. I did it so slowly that I got bored of myself, and stepped outside...just a stinking inch outside. Why is everything going so slow? Was Troy playing me? Just as that thought passed by mind, I felt a nudge on my arm.

 With all my being, I tried not to scream. He must have knew this would happen because he slammed his hand on my mouth and nose, and held me by the shoulder. My first reflex was to pull away his arm. I looked at his face to see what sick expression has he got for my...situation.

 "It's me." He mouthed.

 I felt my muscles grow numb as my eyes adjusted to the darkness when I finally realized that it's only my rescue.

 "You stupid asshole! I felt like I was about to die!" I screamed at him...mentally. He bit his stupid lip to refrain from his stupid chuckle.

 Without warning, Troy pulled my arm and rested its length on his own shoulder, then he he grabbed the other one so, in a way, he was able to attempt carrying me on his back.

 He did just that. And the next thing he did was what made me know how he got to my house so fast; he ran.

 Ten seconds later, I'm standing in front of his stupid door. He didn't even look at me once. He just let me go and went inside. Is he mad? Wait, so what if he's mad? I'm the one that should be furious, not him. Will he ask me about what happened? Do I even want to talk about it? Is Hayden here? Will he be the one to ask me instead of Troy?

 All this in my head and I haven't even got through the door yet.

 I let a slow breath out as I walked in. This should be interesting.