Once I'm there, I run inside leaving the door open and run to the bathroom to look at the damage done...again. When I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror, I see that it only split open a quarter of the scar. I sigh in relief and go into the medicine cabinet, taking out the rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls. I flinch as I touch the alcohol-soaked cotton ball to my cheek. After I clean it up, I grab a butterfly band-aid and put it on the cut. I throw out the bloody cotton ball and wipe the blood off of the sink. I walk out of the bathroom into the living room and sit down on the couch and go on my phone.
If anyone saw this they would die. If they realize that a wampiya (wahm-pie-yah, which is mainly a vampire but also has a little bit of werewolf genes which is why there blood is silver) was still in town, they'd burn me at the stake. But it's seriously not my fault, it was my dad's for bargaining my life with a—
"What the fuck happened to you and why did you run out of..." Cole says.
I scream, somehow managing to reopen the cut, and covered up my cheek, which was now starting to bleed again. I look up to see Cole standing in the middle of the door frame. "I have no clue what you are talking about," I say trying to sound calm.
he isn't that smart. We just need to play it cool and act like nothing is wrong. Just don't get weird and awkward.
Cole gave met his look like, "I'm not that dumb. Watch." He inhaled deeply and I noticed his eyes flashed like headlights. Very strange. He looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Why is your blood silver?"
"Again, I don't know why you're talking about. What craziness do you have, good sir, to think i have silver blood?"
Cole slowly walked towards me and so I started stepping back because I really didn't want him to realize that I was bluffing. I know that I cannot lie very well, but he damn well doesn't. I squeak when I feel my back it the wall. Cole kept stepping closer and I kept trying to shrink back into the wall.
"Put your hand down," Cole says.
"No, I don't want to," I said.
"Either you do it or I'm going to and you're not going to like the outcome of it."
"I'm not putting my hand down you ninny." Awe shit man, I told you not to get weird and awkward. Now look at what you've done.
"I warned you," Cole growled out. He got really close to me, he pulled my hand away from my cheek and he held onto my hand. I instantly put my other hand up to cover up my cheek.
childish antics for the win!!, or so I thought.
"I told you not to do that," he spat through his teeth as he growled. He pulled that hand away and held up both of my hands above my head, making my shirt ride up on my stomach. He looked over my body and smirked. "I'm going to have fun with you," he said. He looked at my cheek and ran his finger over the blood and licked it off if his finger.
what kind of sick freak is he?!?
"Cole, you fucking idiot! Stop you will get infected!!"
He chuckled to himself and said, "Oh honey, I can't get infected because I am already immune."
"But t-that would m-mean that you a-are one of them...."
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Author's Note
Hello lovely's of Wattpad. I know that this is pretty short. I'm still trying to remember what my old storyline was, clearly, it's been a struggle. I hope this is okay. Seriously, let me know what you think. I want to get better with my writing and hopefully hearing some comments will help with my writer's block.
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