This Book was inspired by my sister Caylin, because she has always wanted me to write something...
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Am I human?
Damien grinned as I rolled my eyes at him to hide my sudden panic.
"Yeah if I'm not human than you’re not a pain in the ass."
He laughed. “Boy Graves you sure know how to pick them."
Creeper scowled at him, but walked around him so he was close to me.
Creeper kept his gaze on me, and I held it. I would not look away. I will not submit.
After about five minutes of this he finally broke eye contact and growled.
"Psh whatever I'm going now."
I spun around expecting Creeper to grab hold of me again but he never did. I exited the cafeteria with no complications and made my way back to the dorm.
"God I already hate vamps!” I groaned as I collapsed on my bunk.
I closed my eyes and let my tears I had been holding in fall.
Were they telling the truth? Am I really not human?
I jumped off the bunk, and ran into the bathroom to the counter mirror.
I stared long and hard at my face. My eyes were wet, and dark with grief. My hair was a static mess, my skin was covered in dirt, and my mouth was tilted in an impassive frown.
I looked like a dirty version of my self, but that's about it.
Wouldn't I know if I wasn't human?
I hesitantly backed away from the mirror, and edged back into the room.
Of course I'm human! He’s just an idiot.
I shook off my uneasy thoughts, and jumped back into bed.
"I just need some sleep.” I mumbled as my exhaustion took over.
My eyelids slowly closed, and before I knew it I was sleeping.
I really shouldn't have done that.
Something cold, and soft pressed against me in my dreams. There touch sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body. I yearned for more.my neck tingled, and my mind was blank as they pulled me closer to them. I felt safe in this dream.
I could feel my fear from earlier fade, and my paranoia was completely gone.
This was so.. So amaz-
"Slam!” I bolted up nearly falling out of my bed to pitch black.
It only took me seconds to realize I was back in the cellar.
"What the hell is with vamps and darkness?” I groaned, as I lade back down.
"It gets a point across.” A familiar voice spoke.
"Leave me the hell alone. Master Creeper," I snapped.
I should have known he'd be in here with me.
His presents in here made me worry at my about dream.
"I'm the one who gives the orders around here."
I Snorted. “You obviously didn't listen to anything I said."
"Actually what you said is what got you in here in the first place."
I continued to lie on my back, as I slowly slid my body closer to the bed wall.
"No what got me here was your murdering ass," I snapped.
"Oh sorry meant to say your murdering master creeper ass."
"Why must you continue this Ember?"
I stayed silent.
I'm not falling for the “please forgive" crap I'm not stupid.
Creeper must have realized I wasn't going to answer so he spoke.
"You don't believe Damien do you?"
I suddenly felt the bed weight shift, and someone was sitting way to close to my feet!
"First off hell no I don't believe him second you might want to move out of my kicking zone."
He chuckled. “Fine let me prove it then, and you can't do very much damage to me Ember."
I hesitated. “Yes I could, and...How?"
He stayed quiet for a few seconds.
"Let me bite you."