Avenge Me

Avenge Me - Chapter 2

- Avenge Me -

Chapter 2

I woke from my nightmare breathing hard. Every night I dreamt of the day I decided to change Emil. And every night I damned myself for ever trying to do so.

             I lay back down, closing my eyes. It was noon, far too early for a vampire to be awake. The thick curtains in my apartment were closed, not letting in any of the harsh light. I sighed, trying to distract myself from any thoughts of Emil. My heart may not beat anymore, but the pain aching through it was still unbearable whenever I think about him.

             Failing to distract myself, I thought of the night I'd planed for tonight with those clueless, drunken, slutty humans I liked to go hang out with. They were my distractions. The girls: Sarah, Estelle, Katrina and I were going to the club to get hammered, and possibly go out with equally as drunk men.

            I should've listened to Favian. He was the one that changed me. He taught me everything I needed to know in order to survive in the world I now lived in. But of course, stupidly, I had broken possibly one of the most important one yet: never fall in love. Especially not with a human.  

Stop thinking about it, Celina, I urged myself. With that I fell back asleep, this time into the comfort of dreamless blackness.

                                                                     

            Standing in the shadows of the outside wall of the club, I watched the human girls from a fair distance away. They were waiting for me. In order for me to feel comfortable meeting with humans, I checked their minds to make sure they knew nothing. And I'm sure they didn't, I knew they weren't keen enough to figure that out. But I had grown to be paranoid of everyone - anyone I didn't trust completely.

             Stepping out of the shadows, I probed one of my “friend’s” minds; I think her name was Katrina, as I approached.

Katrina

             Where is Celina? It's nine thirty; she is supposed to be here now. It is getting cold in my revealing hot pink dress that clung to every curve and stopped just under my butt. And unlike Sarah and Estelle, everything I had was 100% real. No nose job, no plastic or silicone breasts. No died hair. My golden blond hair was natural, unlike the white-blond of the other girls, whose dresses were, if possible, even more revealing then mine.

             I plastered on a huge smile when a tall gorgeous girl walked our way. She had flawless light beige skin and was wearing a simple short black strapless dress with matching black heals. Her long black hair hung straight down to her waist. But most striking was her eyes: a grey color almost looking like the moon. They were rimmed in a smoky grey shadow and eyeliner, making them pop. She was beautiful; there was no doubt about that. Not a fake beauty, yet somehow it was unnatural and disconcerting. It was Celina.  

             "FINALLY! Let's go already Celina, you made us wait for, like, a really long time!" whined Estelle.

             I smirked at her as I pulled away from Katrina's mind. She knew nothing, just experienced a natural human reaction to be around a vampire. Together we walked through the VIP door to the club: Pulse. How fitting, I mused, because even with the loud music blaring, I can still hear the pulse pumping blood through veins in the crowded space. At least the humans suspected nothing unnatural.

             When we walked in, we were greeted with very little light, music so loud vibrations shook the floor, and the strong smell of alcohol. Oh, and let's not forget the bodies grinding together on the dance floor.

The three human girls smiled triumphantly, while I looked on calculatingly, as eyes landed on us: the females in the room shooting daggers at them when their boyfriends forgot about them as their lust-filled gazes landed on the four drop-dead gorgeous girls.

             Sarah grinned. "Let's get this party started!" she yelled, already sounding drunk when they hadn't even touched any liquor yet.

              Tonight's going to be interesting, I thought dryly.