Blood Bank

Only Night-terrors (1)

<I>All I heard was crashing and hissing. The tangy spell of blood was hovering in the air, and it terrified me. I threw the covers off of myself, stopping to look at my chubby hands. I was pale as a child,still am. There was no way to stop the dream other then to relive it, so I flung my legs over the bed and shuffled across my tiny bedroom. I walked towards the light pink door, pausing at the vanity mirror. I brought my small hands to the mirror, touching the hard glass. It felt so real, and yet I knew it was just a dream. My eyes were an ominous amber, a color I've learned to hate. It reminded me of a demon's eyes. My hair was a vibrant red, like a stoplight. I hated that too. It reminded me of something I could never lose. Blood. I slammed my eyes shut, mentally preparing myself for what's to come. I gripped my purple night gown in one hand and the metal door knob in another.

Flinging the door open, I stepped softly into the hall. "Mommy?" I unwillingly called out, no longer in control of my own actions. "Daddy?" A loud crash sounded from down the stairs, and I jumped. I could hear people talking but I hadn't a clue what they were saying. I tentatively walked down the stairs, clutching onto the railing. "Mommy?" I called again, tears spewing from my eyes. Two men looked up from the kitchen, both covered in blood. I hugged the stair railing, my eye's widening. "Wh-who're you?" I sniffled. They were handsome, I will admit. One of them had stark white hair, and yellowish eyes, much like mine. The other one had dark brown hair and deep red eyes.

The man with brown hair took a threatening step towards me, his fangs bare.He tensed up, ready to attack, but the man with white hair placed a hand on the other man's shoulder. "She's the one we're looking for, Don't kill the quest item." The man with white hair ordered, and stalked towards me. He stopped in front of me and crouched down, offering me a smile. "My name is Muse, and this is my friend Cassius." He gestured to the man behind him. "What's your name?"

I looked at Muse, putting my hands on my hips. "Mommy says to never trust a stranger."

"I told you my name, so now we're friends."

My four year old mind thought about it. It made since to my childish mind, so I grinned at Muse. "My name's Hecate."</I>

I woke with a start, sitting upright in bed. Tears streamed down my face, and my hands shook violently. I gripped the soft blue blanket covering my legs and released a shaky breath. Once I had calmed myself, I flung lifted myself from the bed and made my way towards my small cherry-wood dresser that had a small amount of clothing in it, most of which were dresses that I was forced to wear. I pulled out a black dress that went to my thighs. The dress was extremely revealing, as all of the clothing I was given was. The sleeves of the dress were laced and the skirt of the dress was covered in white poka-dots.

Slipping on black converse that went to my knees, I sauntered across my bedroom. Turning the crystal knob, I opened the hard wooden door to the long hall way. There were many doors, most of which were empty and usually led to more rooms. This house was confusing. I turned my amber gaze to the stairs, where the sound of someone fluttering around the house was heard. Probably the house cleaner, I knew better then to get my hopes up for someone else. I glided down the stairs silently, darting into the kitchen for food. I pulled out a box of cereal and poured myself a bowl, then snatched the milk from the fridge.

"Good morning, Hecate." A smooth voice greeted.

Whirling around, I gaped at the man in front of me. Muse was never home anymore, he always had some important "Vampire" business to take care off. Totally to important for the last human that can never run dry of blood, right? Soon, my gape turned into a glare and I spun back around and added the milk to my food before putting the milk away and taking a seat at the stone table. Muse sat across from me, twiddling his thumbs. "You look nice today." He commented, obviously trying to make conversation. This only made me angrier, He was the one who made me wear these clothes! Huffing, I dumped my food in the trash and stormed upstairs, leaving an upset parasite to sit alone.

Once I got to my room, which took a while because the doors all look the same in this house, I slammed the door behind me. The slam shook the entire second floor, and I was afraid the door would actually come off it's hinges. I sat on my bed and pulled out my favorite book, and snuggled up under the covers.

I got to about chapter eight when a soft rap sounded on my door. "Cat.." I slammed my book shut and glared at the door. I headed towards the door and flung it open, glaring at the tick standing in my door way. He looked down at me, and I mentally cursed myself for being short. I stood at a measly 5'2, and he stood at 6'3. We stood in silence for a moment, His eyes holding sorrow, mine holding anger. "Are you going to give me the silent treatment?"

Nothing. Not a single word. I didn't even <I>think</I> of words to speak to him, knowing he could listen in on my thoughts. He huffed, crossing his deathly pale arms over his chest. I just barely took in his clothing until that moment. My eyes scanned him from head to toe, He wore a blue collar-shirt and black pants with blue converse. I met his eyes again, glaring. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, something we both did when we were stressed. "Come on, stop being childish." I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by the loud shrill of a cellphone. He looked reluctant to answer it,

"Go ahead, Answer it."

That was all it took. He pulled his phone out, turned it off and crammed it in his pocket. "It's not important. Probably just the cleaning lady or something." I looked at Muse, stunned. That wasn't normal, usually he was eager for an excuse to get away from me.

"I imagine you're here because you want to feed?"

Muse shuffled past me, stepping into my small bedroom. "No, I've already fed today." He sat on my bed, staring at me. He turned his attention to the book that was resting on my bed, "You're reading this again." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. I nodded, shuffling my feet.

"I don't have any other books."

"Oh."

He placed the book on the bed again, " I noticed you didn't eat much, do you want me to make you something?" He rose to his feet, and we awkwardly stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do with ourselves.

"I'm good."

Muse shrugged, "Your lose, I'm an amazing cook." He grinned, his fangs just barely visible. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Such an egoistical man.

"Whatever you say."