Ocean Waves and Bloodstained Tears

Ocean Waves and Bloodstained Tears [Ch. 2]

I refused to look at him, think about him or even dream about him for a full month. The hormonal girls that had been swooning after him had died down, this mainly for the fact he had chosen his pick and was now the boyfriend of my esteemed enemy. They were everywhere together, not that I would know, because I didn't look, think or drool over - sorry- dream about him. To make matters worse, boys seemed to stay away from me even more, girls sneered at me and I couldn't sleep properly. Every night not only would I dream about the former god-boy but I started to experience pains that would slice my body apart, and rock me in my sleep.

I woke with a start. Sleep still clouding my mind, last night's tears plastered on my face. "What time is it?" my neck clicked as I looked over at my clock, 12:55 am. "Arrghh," was the only intelligible sound I could come up with, I slammed my head back on the pillow and drifted unpleasantly to sleep.  

*****

Mist billowed at the man's feet as he walked the coat slapped around his knees, shadows covering his eyes. As he walked along the cobbled road, his soft tap, tap, tap was the only thing to be heard. After walking a small distance he stepped off the street and onto the walkway beside, and then turned sharply down a dark alleyway, smells of rotting garbage and wet clothes flooded his nose. There, lying in the shambles of his life was a shell of a man, his clothes were tattered and raggedy, and a stench so foul that the man in the coat nearly turned back, but hunger got the best of him. He bent down beside the sleeping man, lifted his chin and tucked away the overflowing matted hair but as he drew near the man jolted awake. Preparing his scream, the man in the coat grabbed his neck and with a little exertion snapped it. He then bent his head forward; broke the skin with his fangs and soon the slight sound of sucking filled the air. Content he picked the dead man in his strong hands and chucked him in a nearby dumpster, and then set it alight. He watched it burn and the orange light flickered about his face. What was thought to be a man was but a young adult, his golden blonde hair swept messily from his eyes, the eyes shown amber but I knew them a different colour, one of gold and honey, one that I had been trying so hard to avoid. 

*****

I heard the sound of his voice before I actually saw him, the same tap, tap, tap from last night's dream was coming closer. I knew he was about to turn the corner so I started up an awkward conversation with Nick, a greasy black haired boy with the big green eyes. Nick and I were friends, if you would call letting him cheat off my work in Math friends, then yeah, we were tight. "So, looking forward to Math?" I asked awkwardly, Nick's face lit up, "Sure, we are doing that something, you know that stuff-," I couldn't help but laugh, he just was so hopeless at remembering, maybe if he actually did his own work-. Matt had just turned his head, it wasn't until out eyes met that I knew I was staring, averting my eyes to the floor I tried to keep the guilt from my face, instead I just went a bright red. I knew that the dream was just a dream, me and my imagination my mum would always say. Matt Anderson was not one to go out at midnight and stalk homeless men, to then leave them sucked dry and burnt in a dumpster. No, NO! I mentally screamed, shaking the image away. "I- Is something wrong, Alina?"Realising I had just left him talking I shook my head, a little less forcefully and for reasons that wouldn't make me look insane. "Lina!!!!!" I heard someone scream before they wrapped me in a bone crushing hug, "I GOT MY LICSENCE!!!" I gasped, Erin Elizabeth McDury had gotten her licence? "Arrggh!!" We both screamed and danced until the teacher came and told us to quieten down; we stifled our screams and headed extremely excited into the dull classroom.

We kept a constant string of notes between each other for the whole double period; the teacher oblivious from our mischief went about teaching the class. "Alina, could I please borrow some paper, I left my book at home." I could see straight through that, he was just using that opportunity to take a look at my work, but he got a violent surprise when there wasn't any there. Erin and I had spent the whole lesson planning the upcoming weekend; we would first take her on her solo virgin ride, sneak a few drinks and hang out somewhere wild. Jaz and I had gotten our 'restricted' licences a few months ago, but the hype of ERIN getting hers overruled any previously celebrated parties. At the end of the class the teacher came around to check our work, "Lina? Have you done it?" her voice was trembling and I she was shifting in her seat. "No, but act cool and I will get us out of it," I whispered and assured her with a wink. The teacher came thundering down the rows of students, congratulating some and rousing harshly on others, I watched as he went beside Matt's desk, leaning over to see whether former god-boy had done his work.