When Darkness Falls

Bad Composure

Yeah so remember how I was kind of thirsty back not even three hours ago when talking to Phil?  Yeah, it's definitely grown to about a million times worse since then.  I can't even swallow without my throat feeling like sandpaper is scratching at it, and all throughout dinner I couldn't keep my eyes off of Phil's or Shaun's neck.

My spaghetti grew cold quickly when I denied eating it.  Instead just listening to how their blood pulsed through their veins, and oh god I'm so thirsty.  That's it.  I have to do something before I just bust into Phil's room and slip my fangs into his throat, and I might kiss him too but that just depends on how the rest of this goes.

I sit up in my bed and quickly rummage through my new clothes to find an actual shirt to put on, finally settling on one of my new Muse shirts and a pair of black skinny jeans.  I'm not sure why I'm even trying to dress in all of my new clothes if I'm just going to get them stained up with blood, but then again what kind of person is just going to willingly walk somewhere with a guy in sweat pants and a tank top at 1 a.m.?  I know I wouldn't if I were still human.

Letting out another defeated sigh, I stride over to my bedroom door, making sure to be absolutely quiet considering I have no idea if Phil is a light sleeper or not.  Once I make it down the hallway, I just do my vampire speed down the stairs so that I won't have to worry about the noise.  Vampire perks.  

When I get to the living room that I'd have to walk through to get to the front door, I notice that the television is still on even though nobody is awake.  I roll my eyes guessing that Shaun had probably been too lazy to turn it off before he went to bed.  He never stayed upstairs, though.  I figured that out on the third or forth night I stayed here when he accidentally left his door open so I could hear him snoring the whole time I was scavenging through his fridge for a little midnight snack.

Turning my attention back towards my task in mind, I grasp the handle to the front door, squeezing my eyes tightly shut as it let out a defeated squeal when I forced it out of its natural position.  I swear, if someone wakes up because of this damned door, I'm literally going to go buy a new one for them. 

Once I'm outside, the cool air nips at my skin.  Yeah I'm dead and probably shouldn't be able to feel any of this, but for some reason I can.  Being a vampire is just so weird, I don't know hardly anything about myself, and it's not like you can look it up on Google, because if you do then all you get is some stupid twilight shit.  I can guarantee you one thing, I sure as hell don't sparkle.

When I get into town, the first place I think to go is the park.  There was one similar to this that was closer to where the house was, but I know that probably nobody is going to be there.  The place was pretty abandoned.

I sit down on a bench and let out an exasperated sigh as I bury my face in my hands trying to think of anything to distract myself from the horrible thirst that has made its way through my throat.  Just when I was starting to actually get a hold of myself, though, I feel the bench shift under another person's weight right beside me causing me to immediately tense up.  

"Hey, are you okay?"  The girl's voice is high pitched and chimy like little bells, laced with worry and comfort.  And when I look up to see what she actually looks like, I'm stunned.  Hey, I might be gay but I know a beautiful person when I see one, and this girl is the definition of beauty.

Her chocolate brown hair fell to her shoulder in thick ringlets that also outlined her face that looked like it was carved from stone perfectly.  Bright, emerald green eyes stare back at me, and for a split second I think of how Phil's eyes do almost the exact same thing.  They completely entrance me.  

She shoots me with a bright, dazzling smile before speaking up again.  "You look like you're on the verge of a complete mental breakdown, my friend."  She giggles slightly to herself, and I can't help the smile that forms on my face.  The giggle reminded me of one of my younger sisters that I grew up with.  It was the kind that was completely contagious; you couldn't help but laugh along with her whenever she did it.