Sweet Revenge

Chapter Three

The Hunger stirred deep within my gut as Sam and I left the mansion. He had to feed, as did I. We walked the half a mile up the driveway where his truck was parked, and stopped.

"So what, I just leave my human life behind, and don't go back?" he asked. "You didn't even ask me if I wanted this..." he said in between clenched teeth. "You just changed me into a bloodsucker like yourself!"

I was a few steps a head of him when he said this, so I turned around with a growl, baring my fangs. "Do you think I wanted to change you, Sam? I mean really, think. Now you're ten times harder to control, you might lose it any second where we're around a human and expose us. So do me a favor," I hissed, "don't blame this on my when you're the one that kissed me. Even when you had a thought of what I was. This is partly your fault. Wait, scratch that. This is your fault!" I huffed, spun around and started marching my way back up the driveway. For some reason, Sam always brought out my inner bitch. ALWAYS. And there wasn't a damn thing I could do to control it, which pissed me off.

From behind, I heard the old truck's engine roar to life. I glanced over my shoulder, knowing what I would see. Sam was climbing into the driver's seat, burning the shit out of  the old motor.

"Dumb ass," I muttered.

"I heard that!" he shouted, humor in his voice.

"Like I care!" I shouted back. And I meant it. I didn't care at all.

 The trucks tires squealed against the blacktop. I heard him pulling up right behind me, about two feet away. And just like the ass he is, he honked. Loud, and long. With our amazing hearing, the horn blasted the hell out of my ears. I shrieked and spun around, baring my fangs at him, willing him to take his hand off the wheel. Shocking, he took my warning this time.

Slowly, Sam turned the keys, exited the car, and walked up to me.

"What's it like?" he asked. 

"Hmmm? What's what like?" I replied, puzzled.

"What's it like to live as a vampire. You know, killing people?"

I sighed, "You don't always have to kill humans. You can find the will power to stop. Normally seven or eight swallows-"

"So like, you don't have to be a monster? Do we even sleep?" he asked, staring down at his feet.

"What's it like to be a monster? It's like when you have a nightmare and can't wake up. You can't get out of your own head." I hated talking about this, but he needed to know. I sighed and continued, "It seems like our inner demon is released, like it's the swing set, and we're the kid that falls. Make any sense?" I mused.

"Kind of. So like, we can either be a slave to our 'demon,'" he in put air quotations, "or we can control it? To an extant?"

"Kind of."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Our conversation was boring and awkward. We didn't know what to say to each other. Before I had turned him, we rarely spoke... Anymore. We used to be so close. I would tell him everything. Hell, he was my everything. I would have taken a bullet for him, easily. 

I remember I would call him, at random hours in the night, just to hear his voice. We would chat about our lives, how sucky they could be at times, or what we wanted to do with our lives. We both wanted to be in the military, and now look at us... Both blood sucking demons, slaved to the moon. Enemies of the sun. My eye site tinted red, tears begging to flow over. I blinked frantically, willing them back.  My chest grew heavy, remembering his words. I closed my mind, letting myself get lost in the memories...