My girlfriend's a Vampire

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Rebeca's Point of View

"May I have a glass of blood instead of juice?" I asked as my mom was about to pour the drinks.

"Since when do you drink blood?" She asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Ahhh... It's a, resolution, yeah a resolution. Who said they can only be made on New Year's?" I said, trying to hide the fact that it was a quick answer.

"Ok," she said skeptically, not a good sign. I was dreading this dinner, at some point dad would say at least something about my confession to Mich. However I didn't know how he would ease into it. Mom set down the drinks on the table with such grace, it never ceased to amaze. She sat down and I took a small sip of the blood. I grimaced and wanted to spit it out but swallowed. It tasted like plastic, no flavor, nonsustaining. Mich's blood on the other hand, felt like silk, tasted like warm milk down my throat. It's flavor, like all my favorite tastes rolled into one elixir, and was very sustaining. I was surprised I was able to stop, I wanted to drink forever. But some how I summoned the will to stop. But my personal battle wasn't over until he left the house. His sent was at least twice as strong with an open wound. However even after he left, his sent permeated my room. His blood was a drug, and I was addicted.

"It's ok, none of us find it tasteful. Rest assured real human blood tastes much better," My dad's voice informed me, and snapped me out of my daydream.

"So...Should you tell her or do you want me to?" Dad asked with a sigh.

"Tell me what?" Mom asked pausing from eating the rare stake. I stayed silent.

"Your daughter told her boyfriend our true identities, origins and about our powers," Dad said with another sigh knowing what was about to come.

"WHAT!" My mom screamed with uncontrolled furry.

Mich's Point of View

I looked around, it was kind of dark, the sun had already set. But it there was a full moon out tonight. The moon light filtered into the bedroom. I could see the glint of the dull metal of the handcuffs on my legs. The bedroom was however also dimly lit by a over-head lamp in the center of the room on the ceiling with different levels of illumination. She walked towards me smiling her teeth couldn't have been that white naturally. Her canine teeth easily picked out, on account of they being twice as long as her normal ones and pointed. I was defiantly scared but probability not as scared as I should have been.

"You don't seem as scared as you should be. Why?" she asked. I was silent

"hhhh," she said pinching the bridge of her nose, "You really aren't making this any easier on yourself are you," She said

"I can make my bite as pleasurable, or as painful as I want," She threatened. "Or maybe even drain you dry," I remained silent. She sighed she knew this was not going to work.

"Maybe you need to feel, first-hand, how much pain I can inflict," She said with a sick sadistic smile. I was really scared now, I could feel my skin getting paler as she got on top of the covers of the bed with me and laid close, next to me. She leaned closer , her hair brushing against my face. I was paralyzed with fear, I couldn't move. She bit me, but it only a prick that broke skin, she moved back a couple inches. She inhaled as if taking in, not only my sent but my fear as well. She plunged her fangs into my neck as she exhaled. I yelled like I had just got my arm cut off. It didn't, but it felt like that would have been the equivalent, it was like a blowtorch against my neck, like my blood was boiling.

Rebeca's Point of View

I grabbed my neck, it felt like it was burning with white hot heat. I fell out of my chair to the ground yelling. My mom and dad were over to me before I even it the floor. My dad caught me in his big burly arms. I kept screaming and started flailing my arms. He set me on the couch a second later, I was still kicking and screaming. Until it finally stopped. It must have lasted 5 seconds but that was the most painful 5 seconds of my life. My dad pulled my hand away from my neck after I stopped screaming without a word. Their felt like no wound, my dad confirmed it.