Bitten

Nine

Nine

I continued to sit on the perch of Barry's bed, watching him sleep all throughout the night, not even bothering to blink. I already couldn't sleep not after what I'd endured, and because I'm already well rested. All this time my mind was a complete blank, worn out from thinking about what Barry had said about Andrew. Part of me still wondered if it could be possible to kill him, and if so, how? Even if it were possible I don't know if the humanity within me could even kill another person, even if he isn't technically human and he's more of a monster than man.

The sunlight that was creeping through the basement window was the only indication that it is now morning. I should leave, but I don't want to go back to the condo, back to the monster that lives within. Instead, I just sat there and watched my best friend sleep (and maybe my possible lover, though I'm not even sure if I could think of the possibility even though he did confess to loving me and he wasn't aware that I was listening).

As I watched him in his deep slumber, a small part of me, somewhere in the back of my immortal mind wondered what would it be like to kiss him. Of course, the human part of me doesn't even want to think about it. I mean, he's my best friend. It'd probably be like kissing my grandfather. But then I remembered whom I really wanted as my first kiss, but unfortunately, he's engaged to Jackie. I don't know what would've happened if I hadn't bumped into Andrew at the library, but I bet it wouldn't be something like the one I'm currently living.

Maybe if I hadn't encountered Andrew, my life could've been just like anyone else's. Would I eventually gain the confidence to talk to Kirk Dawson, ask him out? Or would I give Barry the time of day, and go on a date with him? Also, maybe my family wouldn't have so many problems if I hadn't "vanished." Jillian wouldn't have to starve herself to look beautiful in someone else's eyes. My parents probably wouldn't fight as much, or look like they're on the verge of breaking up from my perspective after looking through the window yesterday.

It was around eleven o'clock when Barry started to slowly wake up. The sound of his gruff yawn caused me to unfreeze from my spot. For a moment, I wanted to say something, but then again I'm afraid of somehow making it awkward. But when his eyes met mine, he just smiled.

"Good morning." I murmured quietly, unsure if his mother is still in the house. But despite my being careful, I can already sense that Cynthia has already left no more than an hour ago.

"Good morning." He said, his voice groggy from the deep sleep that he rightfully disserved. "I thought you would've left." He added quietly.

I could feel my eyes widening by his words. Why in the world would he think that? Although I don't physically ask him, I do respond with, "That would've been an excellent idea." My voice marred with sarcasm.

He flinched, shocked by how my voice sounded, but it didn't take him long for the words to register. "Yeah, that would be a terrible idea." He said with a dark laugh. "I'd suggest you go to Jackie's but Kirk might be there...and..."

"Yeah." I mumbled almost inaudibly.

I tried not to imagine what it would be like to see Jackie and Kirk together...I shook my head, dislodging the thoughts that might've crept into my brain. As much as a part of me still yearns for Kirk, I need to keep it together.

"So what's on the agenda for today? Are we going to stalk Jennifer Lawrence?" Barry asked, quietly laughing at his ludicrous question.

I scrunched my eyebrows. "To be honest...I'm not sure. But I'm up for anything other than going back to the loft."

He didn't bother to ask a follow up question. And for that, I was glad that he listened to the gruesome dark details of what can only be described as the worst night of my existence. Worse than the night Andrew told me that he'd turned me into a vampire, and took me to suck the blood of the innocent humans who don't deserve to die. No human should have to die in order to benefit someone else.