Just Another Vampire Story

The Strangest Connection

    

  I yawned...counted 'third'. I seriously need my own bed to happily have the sleep I got used to. The 10 E sign passed by. I rolled my eyes trying to stretch them up. 

 I jumped up from my seat when something touched my shoulder. I let out a quick shaky breathe when I took it in as Hayden's hand. That guy can really make me jumpy sometimes.

 He chuckled, "You look like you could use all the sleep in the world." He yawned. "Let me drive."

 I scoffed, "Please, you do nothing but yawn." I yawned again, "I'm driving."

 He tilted his head, "I just woke up. You look like you got hit by a bus...twice."

 I faked a hurtful look and put my hand on my heart, "what happened to the adorably shy and polite guy that I met a couple of weeks ago?"

 He gave a big grin that made me actually want to eat him up, and combed the back of his hair with his fingers, "No clue." He had the most bored-looking expression shadowing his visage, but then it suddenly disappeared and his eyes grew wide, "Maybe he died!" he loudly whispered.

 Me? I just stared at him. Not one word he said made sense to me. "What?" I mumbled, rubbing my right eye.

 He chuckled, "Okay, you should seriously move before you kill us all." He pointed at the back seat.

 I rolled my eyes groaning out a "Fine." and squared my shoulders. 

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 I opened my eyes to get hit by the brightest light. Perfectly disturbing. 

 I was in the very back seat. I looked at whoever my eyes would meet to see everyone woken up and looking pretty much alive. Whisper and Troy were going through the pictures she took every second during this forsaken trip. And Hayden was, of course, driving. 

 I just wanted this stupid light to go away. I want to go home and sleep some more. I feel so beat up and I do not know why. 

 My mind involuntarily started to wander off on its own to memory lane. A place where only melancholic thoughts are gathered around to hit me in the face. Every single event of my life passed through swiftly except for that recent one. 

 That man. 

 I hate myself for bringing him up. And I hate it even more for wanting to know more about him. Just the thought of him made me really want to know more about myself, about my kind and the real nature of it all. These questions keep repeating themselves inside my head. 

 This is getting boring. What happened has happened already, so just get over it.

  I huffed and straightened up in my seat. I looked out the window and saw that we are almost at the border of New Hampshire. 

 Oh crap. I sighed. We are almost on our way to the same place we came across that man again. I threw my head back and sunk into my seat. This ought to get interesting. 

 This time, we checked into a different motel...with the same worn out condition. We took the biggest room -wasn't exactly big, trust me- that had three queen sized beds. 

 This is definitely going to get awkward. 

 I could kill someone for some sleep, really. Every time I lay down, I start to get so fidgety and my minds begins to yell at me. I tried hard to ignore the presence of the leaves scraping against the window.