"I heard her mother had AIDS." I hear someone whisper.
I turn around and I give them a deadly eye. They turn away acting like nothing happened.
I look up at the sky smelling the salty air. It was already sunset. I shrugged the uncomfortable grocery bags in my hands and I kept on walking.
"She is probably gonna end up just like her mother." I hear another one say.
That's it. I couldn't take it anymore. I started running even as my bags felt like weights. I ran until a bumped in to someone. I fell to the floor and so did they. My head hurt and I felt dizzy. I opened my eyes and sit up. I see a teenager guy lying on the floor.
"I-I'm so sorry." I say getting up.
He grabs my leg and I get goosebumps. The only guy that has ever touched me was my dad. This is the first contact I have had with a guy since. Ever.
He sits himself up and looks at me.
"EW IT'S THAT WHORE'S DAUGHTER." He yelled letting go of me.
This was the first time someone has ever called me that. They usually whisper it or say it behind closed doors but- but this was...
I look at him frightened and I start running again. The tears started flowing. I hated this cruel world honestly I would do anything to just hide from society. I make it to my door and I wipe my tears. I try my voice which was fine and I unlock the door. I put on a fake smile as my dad greets me.
"Welcome back Nina." My dad said looking up from his computer screen.
"Hey Daddy." I say putting the groceries on the counter.
"Did you find the seasoning?" He asked.
"Yeah." I say.
I take the bread out and I throw it in a cabinet.
"Don't throw it honey." He yells from the living room.
I sighed and I finished putting the rest away.
I walked up to my room and I kicked off my sneakers and I flopped on my bed. I feel the blue sheets under me. I look around my room and I see the usual white desk, closet and mirror. I lay my head on my pillow and I smell the fragrance of candy.
I'm Nina Hicks and my mother is famous. Well was. Until she died. She is famous for one thing. Her looks and her private parts. The only reason she did this was to support our family because we came from poor backgrounds and she just wanted to make us happy. Me, my brother (who is on away college) and my dad. But it didn't end so well. The media started hating her more and more accusing her of cheating, had STDs and doing drugs. We didn't believe anything but sure did the readers. She ended up doing suicide in the end because of it.
I was homeschooled all my life and I never did have any friends. I still don't. The only person I had to talk to was my nanny or my teacher but I would always get a new one each year.
I get off my bed and I look in the mirror.
I have fair skin with long black hair in a ponytail and I have light brown eyes. Did I forget to mention? I'm asian but I was born in america. My mom is asian but my dad is white. And I am pretty short for 19 years old. I blow at my bangs and I fall back on my bed.
I feel so bored. I could be reading or writing. One of my hobbies. But I just don't feel in the mood. I decide I should go for a walk.
I run downstairs and I grab my Jacket. As I put it on I yell,
"DAD IM GOING FOR A WALK!"
"Come back soon." I heard him say from the other room.
I open the door and I feel the fall breeze. I put a foot out until I realize I should find a way to hide my face so I won't be embarrased again. I grabbed a hat with a cap and sunglasses. It's honestly hard to see in the night with sunglasses.
I turn the corner and I heard a scream. I looked all over but I found no one. I ran further up ahead and I saw two figures. I walked up to them.
Oh they were just kissing I thought. But when I got closer I noticed it didn't seem right. I took off my glasses and I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
A man was sucking the blood out of this woman. How- How.
I noticed I said this out loud. The man stops drinking and turns around. I started freaking out.
"You. Come out." He said.
I abandon my hiding spot behind the tree shaking and knowing I was gonna die. I would die at the hands of a vampire. At least I will died in a supernatural way.
I awkwardly walk up to them. I get a closer look at the scene. He is holding the ladies hair to bend her neck and blood is flowing out.
He let's go of the women and she falls to the ground. I try to make a tough face. I know I am failing so bad. I breath in and I breath out. I can do this.
"Great. You wasted precious blood." He says.
He looks at me and smiles with his fangs. And I notice how beautiful he looks. He looks honestly really cute.
"At least I can have yours." He says.
"Can I just like- uh go. I wont tell anyone you can just finish with your buisness." I say backing away.
He is in front of my face in the blink of an eye which is crazy since he was a few feet away. He is like 2 inches from my nose. I don't flinch at this and I try not to change expression.
"Why aren't you scared yet? You should be begging for mercy right now." He says.
If he only knew how afriad I was. I was just acting. His breath smelled a lot like wine even though he was drinking blood. Which was weird.
"Take off that disguise you have on. It's annoying me." He says.
I do as told and he looked suprised when I took it off.
"What's your name?" He askes me still close to my face.
"Why should I tell you?" I say. Even though I know the answer: so I know what body I am going to have a munch on.
"Just tell me!" He says.
"Nina. Nina Hicks." I say.
He moves away from my face and I let out a sigh after being so stiff.
"I feel generous today Nina. So I will let you go. But I will have to keep an eye on you." He says.
"Like a stalker?" I snort.
He turns back to me.
"Or would you like to be my slave?" He says.
"Nevermind." I mummble.
"Now I will let you go home and do your buisness but if you tell anyone, I will have a lunch on you." He said.
I sighed with relief and I started walking back home. I made sure not to look back.
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Feel (Michael Jackson Vampire Fanfiction)
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