“So you don’t remember at all?” I ask, watching his face as he stares at his hands. A crease forms between his eyebrows as he thinks.
My stomach can’t decide on if it still feels bad about what I did. He looks up at me and I stare past him as my stomach twists with guilt, making up its mind.
“Not at all,” he says. “I don’t remember the wish... I just remember that I made it. Ever since then... I’ve lived here. It’s been years… I think. I don’t know why I’d want to live here.”
I finally look at him, his eyes sending my heart fluttering, but I don’t dare to look away, no matter how bad I feel about what I did.
“So you don’t remember at all?” I ask him.
He shakes his head slightly.
“I just remember the blue light and then I was here. I don’t remember anything that happened before it though...
“Sometimes I think that it was just a dream I’d had when I was human. I don’t know... I think about dreams sometimes.” He laughs, almost embarrassed. “I must sound stupid.”
“No,” I say quietly, looking back down at my hands. “No, not at all.”
“I just wish I knew what I wished for...”
I nod and stand up, the room swaying a little. I feel his cool hands on me suddenly, and I look over my shoulder at him in confusion.
“You should sit back down,” he smiles. “Are you hungry?”
“Why are you doing this for me?” I ask him, his cool hands still holding onto my arms.
I see him shrug out of the corner of my eye as he helps me sit back down.
“I just feel like I need to.”
He walks into the kitchen and I feel my eyes water. My heart breaks and my stomach feels upset.
“What’s wrong?” Adam asks me, suddenly concerned.
I shake my head and rub my nose.
“I think I’m going to go back to sleep,” I say and scoot myself down the couch until I’m laying down, my back to the room. I barely hear him as he walks over and pulls the blanket up around me, and my heart flutters and aches as he walks away.
I fall asleep.
I dream of the little boy, Brandon. He’s standing there in the alley, and he looks at me, and smiles.
“My big brother will be right back!” He says proudly. “He’s getting cookies for us.”
“For who?” I whisper, falling to my knees. The boy is so small and frail. It’s amazing he can still walk.
“Me and my mommy. Adam doesn’t eat much,” he sighs. “I wish he would.”
But he’s a vampire, I want to tell him. He can’t eat.
I hear footsteps coming from my left, and I look down the alley. There I stand, black leather covering my collarbone to my ankles, and black heeled boots reaching up to my knees. My hands are bare so my claws can be easily available, should any problems cross my path. My red hair is like fire as the light of the full moon shines on it, and my eyes are as black as my outfit. I draw in a sharp breath at the perfectness of my face and the intimidation radiating from my body.
This is me.
I stand up and move in front of the boy. I won’t let her take him. Not again.
“Move,” she hisses, a smile playing on her blood red lips. “Or I’ll make you.”
She reveals her fangs as she smiles, her black eyes twinkling.
“No.” I say, holding my ground and pushing Brandon behind me protectively. “You can’t do this again. You don’t know what you’re doing!”
“Of course I do. Move!”
With one hand, she throws me into the brick wall and I fall to the ground, coughing and sputtering.
She smiles at me cruelly, and leans over the boy. His bright blue eyes gleam with terror at the beast, the monster that would take him.
“No!” I cry out as she sinks her teeth into Brandon’s neck.
His face goes pale as the blood drains from his body, and wheezing escapes his throat as he goes limp. His heartbeat becomes louder, and then, it ceases to exist.
I’m sobbing. I’m glued to the spot I sit in, my hands clamped over my mouth and my eyes unable to tear away as the body falls lifeless to the ground.
The door in front of me flies open, and Adam steps out, taking in the sight of his brother. He drops the bag and says Brandon’s name softly. Then he looks up at me. The human me.
“I will find you,” he says through gritted teeth. “And now that I have you under my thumb, inside my house, I will make you pay, Vanessa.”
I wake with a start, but I’m not in Adams house anymore. I’m chained to a wall made of stone. The room looks like a dungeon, with chains and locks and arches everywhere.
I look to my right to see Adam, weak and bruised and bloody. His body seems to be struggling to regenerate and heal itself. I jump at the sight, the metal around my wrists above me digging into my skin.
“Adam?” I croak.
He’s looking at me, his eyes as dark as a rose petal.
“Vanessa... I can’t protect you, I...”
The large wooden door opens with a bang. In steps a man with a jacket, the cloth tails hanging behind him.
“Hello, Rochelle,” the figure with the hat says.
The Ring Leader says.