Chapter Seven
I sit in the back of my closet, tears streaming down my face. I am in total disbelief. What did we do? This doesn't even feel real. It can't be, can it? I mean, vampires. It's impossible. How could it be? All of our symptoms add up to this conclusion, but ow could it be true? Jonah just happens to stumble upon this book and just happens to be bold enough to take on the challenge of performing this ritual and this ritual just happened to work. It's just too crazy.
I pull myself to my feet and make my way to the bathroom. I flip on the light and stand in front of the mirror. I stare at my reflection trying to find any evidence of anything different. My skin is paler than usual. I don't glow or glimmer like in the movies. I have a reflection. Both of these do not match with the legends of the vampires. I look into my eyes. They look the same. They're still brown. However, there's little flecks of green in them making them reflect an almost reddish color, but they don't glow. I open my mouth, searching my teeth for anything different. They are exactly the same as they always were. No sharper, no duller.
There's nothing. Nothing is different. I'm so frustrated. Was Jonah lying? Why would he lie about this? I grow angrier and angrier just thinking about it all. I slam my fists against my sink counter in frustration. It cracks. I step back in disbelief. I look in the mirror and my eyes are glowing a dark red. I step up to the mirror to get a closer look. I open my mouth and my teeth have transformed into sharp fangs. I glare at the crack in my sink. I did that. I feel a sudden surge of power race through my veins. I feel powerful. I feel strong.
I race down the street running as fast as I possibly can. I pass house after house, car after car. I feel free. I run and run until i don't recognize where I'm at. I stop and glance around. The street lights glimmer shedding light to all the dark alleys and corners. I hear voices down one particular alley. I can't help but to be curious. I stroll down into the dark comfort of the alley. I see them; a boy and a girl. She's laughing and leaning into his chest. I can hear them talking, but i can't make it out over this loud pounding sound. I hear my stomach growl. The pounding grows louder and louder. I jump up the fire escape ladder on the building beside us keeping my eyes on them. They don't seem to notice me.
I can't control myself. I pounce. I grab the boy and rip his throat open with my teeth. I grab the girl. She tries to scream but i tear her vocal chords out before the sound escapes her lips. I set the bodies beside a dumpster and drain them of the blood. I have no idea how I knew what to do. It just felt natural. Like some type of animal instinct. The blood tastes so good. Like eating your first real meal after practically starving all day because you can't find the will to get out of bed.
I feel so alive. I run all the way home. I enter my room and feel very out of place. I take down all my posters of my favorite bands like BVB, PTV, and FIR. It's time for a remodel. I lift my bed up with ease and place it in the corner farthest away from the window. I toss my dresser in the closet to make more space in my room. I go to the kitchen and grab a couple trash bags and some duct tape. I rip the trash bags open and duct tape them over my windows. I take out my favorite dagger and cut open my arm. I use the blood like paint and slather it all over my walls until they shine a lovely red. I do the same over the trash bags to give them a nice glow.
Once i'm done I look at the clock. It's already 3 AM. I crawl into my bed in hopes of getting a few hours of sleep before school. When I've finally dozed off my dreams are riddled with nightmares.
I'm a normal girl who wears bright colors and has a shit ton of popular friends. I contour and beat my face to look like a model. I'm invited to all the parties with all the normies. I listen to bands like One Direction, 5SOS, and something called a Halsey. It's all so disgusting. I have a boyfriend and he plays all the sports. Not only that, but he's Captain of all the teams. All of the teachers love me. I bring each of them an apple. Every. Single. Day.
My alarm blares waking me up from my nightmares before they can get any worse. I run to the bathroom and throw up, absolutely disgusted from the contents of my nightmares.
I throw on a black low cut v neck top with black skin tight skinny jeans. I put on my black leather jacket and lace up my black converse. Today, I am a bad bitch.
I walk out the front door. As I make my way to school, it begins to rain. Before I reach school grounds, I grab a small child and pull them behind a shed. I drain him of his blood and discard his body in the weeds. Not my problem anymore, I shrug.
I push open the doors and the place is crawling with cops. Lockers are being ripped open and searched. Mine hasn't been tainted with their pig hands, so i grab my books and head to class.
I sit down in my seat right before the bell rings. The intercom comes on. Instead of the announcements, it's our principal.
"Good morning. It is with my utmost regret to inform you all that last night two of our students were attacked in an alley uptown. They did not make it. It is with even more disappointment to say that the assailant is suspected to be a fellow student. Please keep an eye out for any suspicious behavior. Report it immediately. Do not approach or act on this. This person is believed to be extremely dangerous. Be aware of your surroundings. There is a town wide curfew. Be inside with the doors locked by 8 PM. Thank you. Be safe."
The sweat kicks in and i start to feel sick. How could they possibly know it was a student? Do they know it's me? How could they? It was a dark alley and i moved so quickly. There's no way. It all has to be speculation.
I retrace my steps for the rest of class racking my brain for anything that could point to them knowing it was me. Kids are being pulled from class left and right. All for a couple of murders. Parents are real pussies for that.
Suddenly I'm filled with rage. How dare they? As if I'd ever feast on the blood of these disgusting normies with their blood tainted with happiness and sunshine. None of them are worthy.
I begin to devise a plan to show these normies what fear really is. So many ideas are running through my mind. Should I lock the classroom door so they can't escape while I rip their heads off their bodies while screaming the words to my favorite Attilla song, "Party with the devil"? No. Too easy to be caught.
I text Jonah, AKA Daddy Edgelord, asking for his guidance. I glance up from my phone to see if anyone is looking at me. My crippling anxiety causes my skin to burn from the eyes of my classmates glaring holes into me. I look down feeling my face becoming red. My teacher slams a book on his desk and everyone's head snaps forward.
"Just because people are being called out of class does not mean class is over. Pay attention. We still have a lot to cover."
The redness and heat fades from my face just as my phone buzzes. It's Jonah. He is calling for an emergency meeting in his basement to discuss a new plan. Although he partially ignored my cry for help and need for action at this very second, I am intrigued to hear what he has in mind. For the rest of the school day, it's all I can think about.
