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Chapter One

Chapter One

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CHAPTER ONE
Waking up in the dead of night was not something that Carrie looked forwards to; even more terrifying was waking up in the middle of the
day. At least under the dark veil of moonlight, Carrie didn’t have to worry about submitting her skin to
first degree burns, or worryingabout combusting in to a pile of ashes
 –
 
not that Vampires did that anyway, but it was hard to shake the legends she’d heard
, believed andlearnt about as a human.That was also weird for her. Human. Past tense. Not human anymore. Never being a big fan of books, Carrie had to go off 
whatever she’d seen in the films to tell her everything she knew about vampires. Well, so far, it had all been a lie –
or most of it, anyway.
To start with, she couldn’t transform in to a bat, and believe her when she said it wasn’t through lack of trying. It had been all she’d spentdays doing. Now, she wasn’t sure if there was a trigger to it
did one have to think batty thoughts before they could transform?
 –
and if itwas a skill only some vampires were privy too,
or 
maybe it just didn’t exist. Although she didn’t like the sound of that last one. Vampiresneeded one cool way to get around, and Carrie really couldn’t think of anything cooler than being able to turn in to a bat on
demand andfly off in to the sky.
Flying. That was another lie. One that Carrie was actually quite upset about when she’d learnt wasn’t true. Vampires didn’t f 
ly.
Didn’t jump stupidly high. Actually, they didn’t seem to do a lot of stuff and Carrie was suddenly left
wondering where the obsession withthese mythological
 –
or not so mythological as it seemed
 –
creatures had spurred from. The only difference she was sensing so far wasthat she was a little bit faster than most humans, and she had to drink blood occasionally.
Or often, whatever. She didn’t think the fine
print of this lifestyle was anything to
even take in to account. The whole ‘contract’, per say, had been one whole list of rules. Rules thatCarrie didn’t even remember, never mind vow to follow.
 Not bein
g given a choice had, to put it literally, sucked. Carrie hadn’t wanted this, hadn’t believed in it, and definitely shouldn’t
 
have laughed in her boyfriend’s –
ex boyfriend now, thank you very much
 –
 
face when he’d told her what he was. She’d always known
that
he had a short temper, and while it had never before been present around her, she’d had a very small instinct that told her t
o never annoy
him. The laugh hadn’t meant to come out, it had just barrelled out of her mouth with no regards to what her brai
n was screaming at it.
The first hit had been a shock, the second had stung, and afterwards, it had throbbed and burned. Her body hadn’t taken much,
 
she’dgone limp after the first few hits, and didn’t remember much of anything else happening.
 
When she’d
woke, however, that all changed. Mitchel was leaning over her, his eyes stained red, tracks marking down his face.
At first she’d thought maybe she’d managed to get a hit back, possibly scratched him with her nails as she went down, but as
the hazinessof 
being unconscious faded, she remembered that she didn’t have the nails to do that kind of damage, and as much as she liked to
believe
she was, she knew that she wasn’t brave enough to even consider striking back someone stronger than her. She guessed, now
, his addedstrength had been due to his
condition
 
and that he’d probably held back quite a lot when he’d struck out at her. She wasn’t sure she wassupposed to be grateful for not being hit as hard as she could have been. She’d learnt later, much later,
that the blood dripping down his
face was his own, but it wasn’t due to an injury. It was how he cried. Strike one against her internal argument that Mitchel
was lying toher about not being human. He cried blood. She guessed, by default, that meant that
she now cried blood. How weird. He’d been holdingon to her furiously, mumbling words that she couldn’t make out, his tone apologetic as he rocked them back and forth.Her second hint had been when she’d felt something sharp pierce her skin, and slid hom
e in to the vein in her neck. At first she
thought that he’d pricked her with a needle, but after a few moments, once the red glare lifted from her eyes a little more a
nd she foundit easier to concentrate, she realised that there were two, small, stinging
pains shooting through her neck. He wouldn’t stab her with two
needles. That would be pointless.
Well, technically it would have two very good points, but she didn’t see what he could get out of sticking
two needles in to her neck. The fact that she could
feel every little pull on her vein didn’t help to convince her otherwise, either. It felt like
she was being sucked at, bruisingly, and with each little tug, it got harder to keep her eyes open.
Her third, but not final, had been when he’d pulled back an
d his mouth had been stretched. Like whatever was in there wasunnaturally big, bigger than what his jaw could deal with.
It wasn’t until he pulled back his lips and gave her a satisfied looking grin that
she saw the sharp, needle points of his teeth. Something she was sure had never been like that before
 –
 
surely she’d have noticed –
andthey were very real, and very red. Stained with her blood, she was sure, because even when trying to kill her, Mitchel
couldn’t do anything
without dramaticising it. Maybe she was just at the point of the break up where everything he did bothered her, because she was sure
that, short of running off to brush his teeth before smiling at her, there wasn’t much that he could be doing
to hide the blood.Her final strike, and th
e thing that made her take a step back and think ‘hold up, maybe he isn’t lying to me’, had been whenshe’d woken up in this bed, in the dark, and had been able to see perfectly. It helped that he was sat by her side and explai
ned things toher too. It did
n’t stop her from throwing him out of the room and telling him their relationship was over. He’d seemed like he’d expectedit, actually, and had gone without too much resistance. It made her wonder how many other girls he’d done this too before. An
d then howmany of them had acted the same way that she had. She wondered if Vampires had the same basic relationship rules
 –
and believed inMonogamy.
Probably not, she ventured. After all, they lived longer than any normal human, so it wasn’t like they had to wo
rry about anex-
wife, or girlfriend, being scornful on their death bed, or getting all of their worldly possessions. It didn’t give them a lo
t of reasons.
 
Mitchel owed her a lot of explanations, actually, but Carrie realised that would mean that she actually had to talk to him, and
be near him, and that was something she wasn’t ready to do without seeing if her nails had gotten sharper, and could inflict
the damage
that she’d thought she’d done before. Just for reassurances sake, not that she planned to in
 jure him
 –
 
she’d only do so if he didn’t have a
bloody good reason for subjecting her to this life style. Like, the end of the world was coming and the only people who could survive were
those who drank blood. And even then, Carrie decided, that wouldn’t b
e a good enough reason because it meant instead of finally getting
the peace that came with dying out, she’d be stuck with him until something was manufactured to kill off Vampires too. Maybe
that couldbe her new project
 –
finding out if she could die.O
r not, because then she wouldn’t be able to submit Mitchel to a world of eternal torment, like she currently planned. Unless,
 of course, he had a very good reason. No, not even a reason. An explanation, because there was nothing that Carrie could think of thatwould be a good enough reason to do this to her. A small part of her reasoned that maybe she was over exaggerating a little bit, and that
it wouldn’t be all that bad but Carrie forcefully suffocated that idea, and then mentally waved the pillow, threa
teningly, at all the other
half formed ideas that were in Mitchel’s favour.
A voice jolted her from her thoughts, a short, seeping voice that made a shiver run down her spine, not short from the reactionshe gave when someone scratched their nails down over a chalkboard. Instead of going through her, though, it flowed in to her. Carrie
couldn’t decide if it was horrendous, or if it was beautiful in an opera, singsong way. “
Tales told, tragedies wept. Thousands yearn, never truly forget. Bravery of its all 
ies, a discontinued bet, for you are the lock and he is the key, together unfolds travesties.” 
The voicepenetrated her, the way the words were almost sung, despite hardly rhyming, it was almost poetic, a raw beauty of a flame in a darkenedroom. Snapping
her head around, Carrie almost didn’t see the little girl stood at the door, her eyes wide as if she’d just witnessed
something truly terrifying.Two slender
hands descended down on to the little girl’s shoulders, who
se head snapped up quickly to look at the owner, herlight hair f 
alling in to equally as light eyes. “Ma?” She questioned, and Carrie noted that her voice sounded nothing like the one she’d
 just
heard pour out of the little girl’s mouth.
 
“What did I tell you about bothering people?” The stern voice came back, and Carrie winced as the severity in the woman’stone. It was rough, but resigned, like this was a conversation she’d had over and over again.
Well,
Carrie thought,
the girl looks no older than six. What do you expect? 
As far as Carri
e was aware, no young child was that well behaved that they didn’t stop what they wanted
 just because their mothers
 –
or at least Carrie assumed this was her mother - had demanded that they cease the behaviour. If they did,parents would have it easy and not have a reason to complain all the time.
“You told me not to do it, Ma,” The girl replied slowly, her head falling down, almost ashamed. Carrie felt bad for her
, notentirely sure what the problem was. So the girl liked to lilt poetry occasionally. She
didn’t think it was anything to discourage in a child,especially not if it was something that they were interested in of their own accord unlike most children who didn’t even know
what a bookwas unless it was glossy or filled with pictures. Sometimes it
made Carrie glad to realise that she’d never had kids –
and definitely moreglad now that there was definitely no chance of her ever having them with Mitchel. The only way he was getting near her again was if shehad permission to cause some serious damag
e to him. Something she was hoping that she’d get eventually.
 
“Exactly. I told you not to do it. So what are you doing here?” The woman didn’t seem to care, or even see, the scowl that
Carrie was shooting her.
“Doing what you told me not to?” Carrie couldn’t help but frown as the girl sounded even younger, shrewd beneath innocence.At least she was smart enough to admit she’d done something wrong, but not come out and name it exactly.“And that is?” Her mother prompted, one eyebrow raising up –
Carrie was still amazed she could see this well, while it was dimin the room.
“Well, there’s a lot of things you’ve told me not to do.” The girl pointed out slowly, and Carrie definitely wanted to give h
er
points for her mouth. It was backchatting at it’s finest. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm, or even smugness. She was just calmly stating the
fact that her mother seemed to have a lot of rules, and regardless of them, this little girl was going to do as she pleased.
It wasn’t like she
was hurting someone, so Carr
ie didn’t get the problem.
 
“Excuse me. Not to be rude,” Carrie started, pushing herself up a little more and lifting her chin stubbornly as both sets of 
eyes
moved towards her. “Can I ask what it is you’re doing in my room?” She assumed this was her room,
anyway, at least for the moment
while she was lay in here, and she wasn’t sure she was okay with people walking in and not having a good reason. Especially if they didn’t
seem to care that she was in here.
“Go to your room, Kira.” The woman instructed,
moving out of the way so that the small child could get passed her easily.
“What did she say to you?” The woman’s gaze moved back to Carrie, before she slipped in to the room, properly, shutting the d
oor behind
her as she stood by it. “It is vital that I know.”
 

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