I still remember the first day I saw her. Even in the dark corridor, her beautiful eyes shone like stars, those gorgeous eyes that couldn't make up their mind. And her mark! Her incredible mark. It just seemed right that the first time I saw the girl I loved, I was getting the vampyre equivalent of a blow job from another one. I remember meeting her eyes and feeling like she was the only one there, just me and her in that wonderfully surreal moment. "You don't want me? That's not how it looks now," Aphrodite's voice broke through our gaze and brought me back to reality. She shook her head as if she too, was experiencing the same light headiness as me. She was going to run. Panic swelled up in my chest at the very thought of her leaving. "No!" I pushed Aphrodite away from me as I started towards her. Just as I suspected, she ran. "No!" I cried to her, but it was too late, she was gone. I recall only a few things after that. Aphrodite tried to continue seducing me but I couldn't let her. I didn't even like her anymore, let alone love her and i wasn't going to let her embarress herself on account of me. I left her sprawled on the floor, her lacy knickers showing for the next guy. I remember walking across the courtyard towards the dorm rooms, people and objects embedding themselves only in my blurry subconscious. Her face. Her face. It was all I could think about as I stripped down and stepped into the shower, blood circling the drain beneath me. 'Find her' my brain screamed at me as I shoved on my uniform. But I knew I couldn't, dinner was only minutes away and I had no choice but to be there. As soon as I stepped through the wooden doors of the dining hall, I was surrounded by a wave of ordinary, no worries teenagers. Well, ordinary apart from the fact at least half of them are gonna grow up to be blood sucking creatures who live forever and have a big worry, like surviving the change. Apart from that, they were all good. I tried to push her face out of my mind as I sat at my usual booth, successfully at first. That is, until a breeze brushed past me signaling the door opening to reveal her standing there. She was no longer wearing that filthy, blood spattered football shirt. Unfortunately, she was now wearing the school jersey instead. But my disappointment didn't hold for long. I started to block out everyone around me and focused on her. She held herself majestically as she walked to the back of the line with that Okie girl, Stevie Rae. My jaw clenched as I realised that almost everyone who had seen her walk in was now either staring in awe at her mark or gossiping about her as if she was some sort of freak. 'Ironic' I thought, 'that we're either gonna die or become vampyres and she's supposedly the only freak here'. I went back to listening in on their conversation. I smirked when she was relieved about the food on offer. Nope, no bloody steaks here. Unfortunately, I couldn't quite hold in the choking laughter as I watched her face grow paler at the thought of blood. Had she not read Bram Stoker? Those sitting closest looked questioningly at me for a few seconds before going back to the gossip. Instead of spying, I watched. I still hadn't heard her name, even if it had been said a few dozen times. She laughed and turned towards me. Our eyes locked.
My eyes flashed open and I was gasping for air as the mirror across the room showed a sweat drenched teenager with ragged black hair in the pale moonlight breaking through the abbey windows. My head was spinning from the nightmare I had just endured. They were regular now, almost every night I would remember something else about her. I got out of bed and stumbled towards the looking glass. As I stood in front of the mirror, I could literally see my sapphire eyes filling with guilt and sorrow. I should never have let her go and now she's dead. The tears overflowed onto my cheeks as I thought of Zoey's lifeless body. Only two words spun through my mind now. She's dead.
