VAMPIRE EMPIRE

CHAPTER SIX.

//Rulia //
" Oh my God! She's got a freaking hole in her stomach! " Drew cries out loudly spitting his milk  back in the mug and pushing it aside. He must have thought of me as brave for being so close to the screen.

"That's disgusting!" I attack him even though am just as shocked and grossed out as he is. Mom is up preparing to go to work after a week of joblessness. She's going to work in Vadille Hospital. Am not sure if I should say how disturbing I find it.

No school today till Monday after this chic, Nancy West was found dead and we're advised to stay home till the appropriate step is taken to get the school to safety. There's no step! They probably just want us to feel safer when we get back and have time to attend her burial. Well , for the close ones.

No wonder, her mom is not in the news. I had been thrilled to get directions from her to the school's hall just yesterday and was so nice to me. Poor thing. She must have really tried to save herself but the animal just wouldn't let her. I think I know just who.

I can't believe I was so obsessed with a murderer. I know it's part of him, but I don't care. That could have easily been me. And it doesn't make it any better because he spared me to go make holes through other people's bodies, I can't imagine how painful that is.

"Am sorry, why again are we looking at a corpse on TV? You know I have issues with dead people! " Drew is literally holding his hand over his eyes. I didn't know he had issues, he won't talk that much about him and am not a vampire to read his fucking mind!

"Am not changing the station, am sorry if you're waiting for that to happen, because it won't. That could have been me! We learn in the same school as her. Honestly, you need to start acting human. " I blurt out.

That's right. He doesn't act normal, last I checked he is now dating Britt yet it was just the other day, he didn't know she was into him. Humans don't do that. They don't function as if they have programmed emotions they can just switch on and off. I love him, but I've had it. And now he's storming out to his bedroom angrily. Am not going to follow him, am not mom.

"You two having your first fight? "Mom asks coming downstairs all ready.

No, we are just having a real loud conversation about your robot son. Ofcourse we are, like what else would it be? She stares briefly at the TV not quite impressed about it. Then she swallows hard. Am really trying not to shout 'IN YOUR FREAKING FACE! ' because she's my mother and it would feel good to let her think she taught me manners. Am still staring at her, hoping she says something because it's out there. The website is not fake. For how long did she think she'd play dumb with me?

"You got nothing to say about the news? Sure this place is safe and normal this just started happening, right? " I ask her. She knows what am trying to do so she just leaves, no kiss no anything. When she comes back, we'll need to talk.

She couldn't have possibly dragged us to this horrible place without any big reasons. And I intend to get to the very bottom of it. Drew can lock himself up the whole day, I have the TV to myself and mysteries to solve without any disturbance.
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If there is one thing am bad at is being home alone. Everything on TV just sucks since today isn't a weekend. I decide to go actually arrange my room and unpack the boxes I had hidden under my bed.i knew this day would come. It's not that there was a lot of work, it's just that half of my stuff was still nowhere to be found and I will be turning seventeen two days from now. Am too old for a messy room. I enjoyed a cold shower afterwards. Am definitely too old for grudges too. I have to talk to Drew, I was so bitchy to him.

I quickly dress up lazy and maintain my dump hair in a towel looking like a castle on my head. Seriously, Drew, how does he stand all that weight. I look at his head and just can't stop imagining lice crawling out of it. I love to stand and observe the progress of my tummy. I like to poke my image's nose when am in a hurry and when am not. A habit I playfully started and now can't stop. I just did that, gently as possible after rehearsing how to approach Drew as the first born but the mirror just shattered in a violent loud sound then the pieces dropped on my dressing table. My hands are really shaking. I swear I have done that before, more than once but that has never happened. That's the strangest thing and I don't have to slap myself I am not asleep definitely.