Bloodrose

Chapter 11

                POV: Drake

                I had a right to be angry.  In fact, I had every right to be angry.  I told her what I was and she freaked.  She acted like I planned to kill her whole family.  She had no right to act like that. 

                She insulted your family.

                She called you a freak.

                She thinks you are dangerous.

                Well, he was dangerous.  No one could blame her for thinking something that was completely true.  The rational part of his brain started to kick in and he sat down on the couch.  No, he wasn’t normal.  He had time to accept that, eighteen years to be exact.  He couldn’t just think that she could believe him in just a day.

                Okay, he would give her time, but a week at the most.  He couldn’t keep living off of bagged blood, especially not when he was consuming as much as he was.

                “I think I’m going to go up to my room,” I looked over at my mom and dad.  My father looked a little flabbergasted over what just happened, but my mom looked anything but shocked.  “Call me down when Mr. and Mrs. Carson get here please.”  I walked up to my room and sat on my bed, thinking about how I would go on after she rejected me.

                I realized that I wouldn’t.

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                POV: Marissa

                My parents had left for the Summers’ house an hour ago and still hadn’t come back.

                Maybe they killed them.

                I shook my head at that.  They wouldn’t kill people unnecessarily.  Plus, his mom was a human.  Surly she couldn’t let them go and kill their neighbors, could she?

                Oh, she was taking this all out of proportion.  Why couldn’t she just find a normal guy?

                But normal is boring.  This is fun.

                Oh, shut up.  Nothing about this is fun.  I sighed and lay down on my bed and looked at the floor.  Something shoved underneath caught my eye.  I reached for it and grabbed it.  It was my book, Kiss My Fangs.  I sighed.  I shouldn’t read it but—

                I thought about what I had been reading.  By the end they always seemed so happy.  Plus, the girl always accepted him.  Oh, how could anyone accept somebody when the other person just wanted to drink their blood?  I slowly opened the book and looked at where I had stopped.

                The moonlight was shining in the window, making the chemise I was wearing that much more transparent.  I sat on the bed, trying to control my shaking.  I heard the door fly open and my head whipped towards the sound.  There he was, the man I loved, the man I was hoping would finally take his first drink.

                I stopped at that part.  She wanted him to drink from her?  Well in the few books I had read they always said it was pleasurable.  I blushed at this.  But, it wouldn’t actually happen like that.  His teeth were going into your neck, like that would be anything but painful.  It was then that I noticed writing inside the margins.  It looked like Jenna’s handwriting.  I ignored it and set the book down.  No, I couldn’t do it.  He couldn’t be a vampire, and even if he was why would he try to tell someone like me?

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                POV: Marissa, two days later

                I sat in my bed.  I hadn’t moved from my room since I found out about Drake.  Jenna and Hunter had both tried to talk to me, but I ended up crying or screaming at them to get out.  All of them were crazy to believe something like that, and I couldn’t believe I was starting to believe it.  I heard a knock on the door.  I stayed silent.  My mom came through the door.

                “Hey honey,” she sat on the bed beside me, “Are you still not feeling well?”

                “No.  My stomach is still bothering me,” I clutched my stomach to make it look more believable.

                “Are you sure?  We were wanting to go camping this weekend,” My mom smiled at me.  Camping.  That means we could get away from here for a while.

                “I guess I could feel better for that,” I smiled at her and she patted my hand then left.  I stood up to start packing.  The weekend started tomorrow.

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So this chapter is kind of short, and also a little bit boring.  But don't worry, it's just a filler and the real story is still to come.  Hm, a camping trip, sounds fun ;)

X. Rosie