Pure Blood

Chapter 3 - Filthy Blood

Chapter 3 - Filthy Blood

I woke in an unfamiliar surrounding a bed far too comfortable to be my own with a strangers warm brown eyes staring down at me inches away from my face.

"Urgh finally, I thought you were never going to wake up. I'd apologise for shaking you but I'd be lying cos I'm really not!" The stranger snorted rolling her eyes as she perched herself on the bed opposite.

I sat up hesitantly understanding that Dean must have carried me up here after I'd fallen asleep again. I really was lucky to have such a caring older brother.  

After rubbing my eyes I examined the stranger who had quite rudely woken me up realising she was obviously my new roommate.

Her warm brown eyes examined me back and I noted the mischievous sparkle in them as she greeted my gaze with a huge grin.

"Good, I thought you were never going to wake up, I'm Ava by the way." She rushed out looking at me expectantly.

"Um Hi Ava, I'm Harriet."

"Harriet Hu? You know Harriet....you look just like my old dolly, you're.... just so tiny and pretty!"

Before I could think of an intelligent response to her last comment she flung her arms around me giving me a tight hug, while nuzzling into my messy curls.

"Wow you smell rather gorgeous missy, anyhow hurry up and get ready so we can get breakfast together, I'm soooo thirsty." She exclaimed while reluctantly breaking the embrace, sitting back on her bed impatiently.

Within a couple of minutes I was showered and dressed in an identical pinafore dress to the one that Ava was wearing. Judging by Ava's expression I now looked even more like her old doll, which was clearly cringe-worthy! As if I needed anything else to make me look babyish and doll like, with my stupid dainty frame and features and now this stupid uniform.

I had just finished applying my pink lip gloss and was examining my reflection in the huge fancy rose framed mirror; that stood in the centre of our dressing table, as Ava grasped hold of my hand and dragged me out of our bedroom still grumbling.

"Urgh come on already! Vain much!" She snorted jokily still holding my hand forcing me to practically skip down the steep concrete steps to keep up with her.

I couldn't help but feel positive about how quickly Ava and I had hit it off. I mean she was ridiculously bossy and kind of forward and impatient but she was cool. I was glad she was my new roommate.

The glorious scent of the breakfast hall hit me before the noise did. The noise reminded me a lot of the canteen at my old school only the scene was very different, too posh and too gruesome. It was crazy busy with other Supernatural's queuing, perching on high stools and lounging on sofa's as they feasted and drank greedily.

Ava and I stood eagerly in the queue silently, our eyes wandering around the crowded canteen hall; I wrinkled my nose as my eyes paused on a scruffy looking boy sucking greedily at a raw streak. Personally I preferred my blood more civilised, for example in a tall wine glass.

I tore my eyes from the gruesome sight glancing down the queue attempting to evaluate how much longer Ava and I would need to wait before we could cure our thirst, when a cold wrinkly hand grasped my arm and dragged me out from the queue.

I tried to struggle against the grip as I cast wide confused eyes at the old woman that held me; her silver murky eyes bore into mine as she ranted hysterically.

"Filthy! Your blood is filthy! I see the dirt run through your veins like rats! You shouldn't be here! Shouldn't be here! Dirty blood! You'll damn us all!" she screeched frantically, her clasp on my arm getting tighter.

No matter how hard I fought against her clutch I couldn't escape, how was it possible that such a frail looking elderly woman was so strong!

Her horrific eyes bore so intently into mine it was as if they could see straight into them; see everything they had seen. I stopped fighting against her grasp feeling as if I were drowning in her misty silver eyes never to surface again; when suddenly the eyes were gone and her grip on my arm lessened.

I watched intently as a tall beautiful boy with neat brown hair spoke tenderly to the horrifying woman asking her politely to calm down and let me go. Within a few seconds my throbbing arm was free and the woman was strolling away muttering to herself quietly.

"He's not the one, not the one, oh no not him." She repeated over and over until she was farther enough away that I could no longer hear her. 

"Ignore the batty ol' witch, everyone else does." The boy stated before his lips pressed into a thin line and he frowned at me.

My eye lashes felt heavy and wet and I struggled to stop my bottom lip from quivering as I scrutinised the boy standing in front of me feeling immensely aware that everybody in the canteen were watching us after playing witness to my miniature assault.

You know those moments when you wish the ground would swallow you? Well this was most defiantly one of them moments.

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