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I'm a Vampire...(26)

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Chapter 26

I watch the sunrise start to color the sky with the hues of yellow and orange. A new day was blooming, a sixth day. The dewy grass underneath had transferred it's water to my bare legs, making them glisten as the sun started to hit them, the orange ball of fire finally coming over the tops of the trees. I was still in my party wear from last night, I hadn't cared to go and change. That matter didn't seem as important as it used to at the moment.

All of the feelings I had once felt had gone numb, and as I sat cross-legged, I actually felt like an actual vampire. Cold and numb, like they all SHOULD be. My deep even breathing helped me control my real emotions. Even though I was on my own property, and I had no idea why I was outside, I didn't feel afraid. Philip could easily come from behind me and kill me, but I didn't worry about that. No. I worried about what I had done last night and the consequences.

The thought of his face last night when I had found him in the alley had my anger flare up again. I remember immediately feeling the power that radiated off of him. I knew then that he had been hiding his power all along, and he had helped plan everything. He knew all of the plans we had thought about, and he would tell his BROTHER anything that we decided to do.

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His eyes had turned black as I strode farther into the dark alley behind the club. Nobody was out here, this one was only used for garbage disposal and gang meetings. I noticed that Amarande had gotten a hold on one of them. A red bandana was lying on the ground, one that was darker than it should be. My eyes glanced up to meet his, betrayal was running high inside of me, but I didn't show it. My black eyes were already a sign of my emotions underneath.

"So she finally figures it out...after eight hundred years!" He said, his eyes gleaming with the smile that I always wear, the one that means somebody is going to get hunted. I felt my lips form into a snarl, my face became whiter than usual, and instead of only black eyes, black had taken over the whites too.

I felt adrenaline rush through me, consuming me in a way that I had never felt before. Everything became sharper, like I had just fed, but I hadn't. This anger had built up over the years, and I knew someday that this would happen. I would lose control.

"Do...you know...what happens...when I lose control?" I asked, my voice quiet, steady, and powerful at the same time. It was not a question, it was a command. I slowly closed my eyes, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hand. Breathe.

When I opened them back up, Amarande was a feet few closer to me. His broad shoulders were at my head level, and the leather jacket he usually wore had come off. He was only wearing a black t-shirt. A necklace was around his neck, and as I looked closer, I noticed the snakes were the same ones as Philip wore. It was then that my eyes focused closer on his face.

My creator stood there, although he was not my creator anymore. He was a whole different man. His appearance was the same, but I viewed him in another way. Amarande was no longer an ally, he was an enemy. And I don't like to have enemies.

"Yes, I do. You kill. You are a monster, like me. Like Us. You were created for this purpose, to destroy. That IS what I created you for." he said to me, his mouth barely moving, but his words rang clearly. He wanted me to join him, he was offering me a chance to live. A chance to live, and for other people to die because of me.

Everything gathered inside of my head as I thought about the offer. Immediately, my mind said no. But if I agreed, would I have to die today? The idea was appealing. Of course, I couldn't say yes. There was no way. I would rather fight than automatically kill innocent people. I wasn't the monster I used to be.

And then everything clicked. I almost felt my heart jump at the idea that had just formed into my head.

I looked at Amarande deep, as he mirrored my movements. I made myself look like I was thinking. I had a decision to make. The fingernails in my palms released a little, no longer drawing blood. The moon shaped wounds closed up automatically.

It was then that I leaned up to his ear and whispered, "Yes."