Chapter 3: The Truth
It was around math that I started to feel a bit tired. It was more like being drained. Like my energy was slowly fading away. My legs felt like rubber. But even through all the uncertainty, all my senses were somehow sharper.
When I was walking in the hall I heard a dog bark from right behind me. But when I turned around, there was nothing there.
As soon as the last bell rang, I headed for my car as fast as I could. I couldn’t stand the noise swarming around me. It was all too much to take in. I was probably sick. Really sick. I’ve never felt this bad before.
But when I came to a part where I could see an alley, I felt compelled to stop. Like something was pulling me. But at the same time, I wanted to run away. Run to Alaska and never come back. But something took over me, and I stopped. But as soon as I entered the alley, I knew I’d made the wrong choice.
My blood started pounding in my ears, my heart racing, palms sweaty. Just like I had in the parking lot at school, when I saw that boy. That strange, terrifying boy who I didn’t know, yet made me want to turn the other way and run home, all the way under the blankets of my bed where nothing could hurt me.
I started walking quickly out of the alley. But then I saw a tall, shadowy figure before me. I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I looked all around me, searching for a way out, but noticed that he’d picked a perfect place where the little girl couldn’t run away. It was a dead end. I was trapped. And I also couldn’t run very fast normally, but with my legs holding me up like toothpicks, I could barely walk.
As soon as he stepped out of the shadows, as soon as I saw his silvery eyes, I knew. I’m not sure if it was my subconscious, but I knew that my “dream” was real. That much was obvious. But what I also realized at that moment, or maybe the moment in the parking lot, was that I knew that he was in my dream. He’s my living nightmare.
“Don’t be scared,” he said. His voice sounded so soft, so innocent, and if I hadn’t known better, I would have believed him to be a nice guy.
And, don’t be scared? Who is he kidding? He’s the one who has me trapped in an alley, making me wonder if I’ll ever get out of here alive, and he’s telling me not to be scared?
“What I’m about to do, I’ll be breaking the law. So don’t think I’d do this if I didn’t have to,” he said.
Oh God. He’s insane. He’s one of those messed up teenagers, who delude themselves into thinking that what they’re doing is right. Even if half the world tells them it isn’t.
There’s no way I can escape. Even if I did have the strength, he looks like he could take me very easily.
“I know how you feel right now,” he said.
I snorted. Yeah right.
“I know how you’re probably struggling to stand, and that you feel weak. I know that all your senses are sharpened. I also know that you had a strange dream last night. But looking at me here, you realize that maybe it wasn’t a dream,” he said, looking at me like it was only a matter of time before I caved, throwing myself into his arms, and saying that I’m his now and he can do what he wants.
But I’m not giving up that easily. So what? He's done his homework. He’s smarter than I thought. I mean, anyone could tell I was weak by standing beside me. And he could have made Serena and Nevar cough up on what I’d been talking to them about.
“I’m not going to drag this out any longer, so here it goes. I’m a vampire,” he looked at me like he was planning on going on with this little speech for a while.
He’s crazy. The best thing to do with crazy people was to just nod and pretend to agree with them. Pretend that their own little world they made up is true. Which in this case is the land of horror stories.
“I can prove it to you too,” he said.
Suddenly his eyes were more silvery, like a cat’s. Looking like a hunter ready to pounce. But all I could notice were the huge canines that had come down, just like you’d imagine a vampire’s teeth to be. They were like two swords coming down from his gums. The most terrifying thing was how real they looked. They didn’t look like some cheap plastic fake ones, they looked real. Like they could tear through any kind of skin, no matter how tough. They looked like they could cut through anything.
Then, all of the sudden, his teeth were normal, and his eyes were the normal silver they were before.
“Do you believe me now?” he asked.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t trust my voice. So I just nodded my head, while my eyes were still staring at him. But could this be real? Please let it be a dream, oh please let it be a dream.
“There is something else that I have to tell you. Because I didn’t just bring you out here to give you the scare of your life, although that part was a bit fun I must admit,” he smiled for a second then it went away. “You see, me and my friends, well we have certain competitions for let’s say, who’s the best. Two and a half days before last night, I made a bet, being the foolish person that I am, to see who could go without feeding the longest. The winner would just win the glory of it. Now let me tell you, we have to feed at least once a day. So it was pure agony. I don’t even drink human blood. Well I do, but I get donors, because I have more, shall we say respect, than everyone else. And then when I saw you, when I smelled you, I couldn’t resist. I had to feed on you. So that is why you had blood on your shirt, and the reason why you felt so terrified to be near me. Though I have to say, I’ve never seen that before. And here is your sweater back,” he said. Never stopping once.
When he handed me the sweater, I notice that there was dried blood all over it. I dropped the sweater suddenly.
“Yes,” he said looking at it, “I’d gotten blood all over it and I couldn’t let you take it back, because most people would wonder why they have blood all over their sweater. Anyways, if it hadn’t have been for what I did next, you would have died. You wouldn’t be standing here listening to me tell the tale. See, I have that much respect for you, that I couldn’t leave you to die. So I started turning you into a vampire,” he said.
I drew a sharp breath. Finally being able to speak.
“But that’s impossible. I just ate a regular breakfast. And what do you mean, started?” I asked accusingly.
“I wasn’t done talking yet. But to become a vampire, a vampire needs to drink your blood, and then you have to drink the vampire’s blood. You have to do that three times. But you didn’t get enough blood because someone was coming so I had to get you back inside. I was on the second round too. But if you don’t get enough, then you will walk around like a dead corps, brainless, forever,” he said.
“So basically I either become a vampire or die?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he said.
Did I really want to become a soul sucking monster? I would never age past sixteen. And my family, what would that do to them? If I just walked in and said, Hi mom, today I got turned into a vampire, I hope you don’t mind. I’m pretty sure she’d have a heart attack. Either that or send me to a mental hospital.
But there was so much I hadn’t seen. So much I still had to do in my life. And I didn’t want to just give up my life. But if I had to drink people’s blood to survive, be a monster that’d I’d only had nightmares about, then would it be a life worth living?