Taste for Trouble

Chapter 7

Really short chapter, but very fundamental. And I also have a lot of time at my fingers right now. Comment, vote, expect two more chapters by Sunday!

Chapter 7

It was about 8 o clock that night before my dad got home. I was lying on our couch watching some repeat of a show I never kept up on in the first place.

"Claire!? Where is your mother!?" he asked as soon as he took his shoes off. I swear he was the biggest drama queen. If she wasn't home soon, he would call the cops or something.

"She had to stay after for work." I said and took a deep breath then just glared at me.

"I at least get the remote." he murmured as he sat down in his chair that he never seemed to move out of.

"Its fine, I was just gonna go upstairs to do some studying." I said, getting up. That was a total lie. I never studied. I never had to. I was slightly gifted in the fact that all I had to do was the lesson review and would manage to get passing grades.

I was going upstairs to vent to my teddy bears. They may have been originally for children, but they always listened, and never judged. I soundlessly walked up the stairs and into my room; I fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

So many different feelings were drifting though me. My lips still tingled from where Eric had kissed me. My neck tickled from where I had been bitten. My mind ached from the drama and stress of being a teenager. And on top of that, Dad didn't even know I was suspended yet. He was going to flip a tit when he finds out.

"Life is too hard for a human." I groaned to the ceiling.

"Ha. You---nt---ee---in---much---onger" a voice said. It was too faint to tell all that the voice had said, but it was still there enough for me to gasp and look around.

"L---sen pup. You---v---ot---earn." The voice was definitely talking to me. I just knew it was. But I couldn't understand what it had said or even really the tone.

"Um, yeah, it'd help if you could, you know, like speak full sentences. Until you can talk, nighty night." I said out loud. I also didn't think I would fend well even IF someone was there.

Did normal people talk to themselves? I'm pretty sure they did sometimes. But do normal people talk to them and expect them to respond, and they never do? No, I'm afraid not...

I didn't even notice it when I drifted into a deep sleep. I was crying in the dream. It was one of those dreams where you are there, but it didn't seem like it was meant for you. That I was having a pointless dream.

I was hiding away from my family, I knew that much. And tears trailed my cheeks. I didn't feel threatened but I didn't want to be found. I had to get away. I could tell I wasn't a child, but as tall as I am in awake-land, if not taller.

The scene changed and I was looking into the eyes of a tall dark haired man. He seemed to be in his mid twenties. I was crying here too, except now I was begging. Begging so desperately it literally shook my body. I looked back up to the man, tears fogging my vision.

The scene shifted yet again, but this time I wasn't crying. I was running through the woods again. This time I wasn't running from anything though, I was chasing something. I didn't question my dream; just let my dream-legs carry me to my destination. I had to follow that smell; it was too enticing, too...needed. I had to follow it.

After only a couple moments of running, I could see my target, mostly invisible in the night, the target ran from me, screaming and flailing around awkwardly. In the back of my mind I wanted to laugh, this person was obviously a little slow to think that I couldn't catch her.

Then she tripped. I felt a rush of victory as I pounced onto her back. She let out a deafening scream that made me flinch. I turned her around, slightly annoyed at the scream. I couldn't believe what I saw in her golden green eyes, fear...but mostly, I saw myself.

That was enough to snap me out of the dream