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,
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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.