Chapter 1-Who Wants To Live Forever
"Well, Angel, I think you've finally achieved it, you have officially become paler than paper."
I looked up at Katie's smiling face. I was sitting in the shade of the large oak tree in the middle our schools courtyard. She sat down next to me and pulled out a brown bag.
I looked at her, she was wearing a rather low cut blouse. Her pale neck stood out against the dark shirt. I looked away quickly, sickened by the thoughts that had gone through my head.
"No, not for that shit anyway..."
She smiled and shook her head.
"You're never hungry..."
I gave her a quick grin, then looked away from her. "I have something I need to do, I'll see you later."
I got up and walked away, the truth was, I was hungry, starving actually. But there was nothing I could eat in this hell hole. At least, nothing I could eat that wouldn't run yelling to the teachers. I walked past a bunch of cheerleaders, their cute little uniforms left little to the imagination. I had to bite my own lip to keep from trying to sink my teeth into their smooth skin.
I haven't always been this way. Actually, I haven't been this way very long at all.
Next month makes five years. Five years since I was kidnapped. Five years since my life was taken. Five years since I became a vampire.
I used to be normal, or as close to normal as a girl could be. I used to be the girl that everyone at school knew, the girl everyone loved. I was involved with everything you can think of, sports, yearbook, student council, pretty much every time the school doors where open, I was there.
But that was at my old school, in my old life.
I was always in the city news paper representing my school for something. And that's how he found me, in the news paper.
He once told me that he fell in love with me the moment he saw me, he said he had to find out more. He found my pictures on my myspace. He told me that I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, the long, curly, black hair, and the light blue eyes. He said he knew as soon as he saw my pictures that he had to have me.
And he did.
He broke into my room in the middle of the night and took me away from everything I had ever known.
He took me into this hell.
Once I figured out what he was I tried to burn him with the cross shaped pendent I wore on my gold chain. He just laughed at me. Then, as a punishment for trying to hurt him, he burned a 6 inch cross on my left breast.
The scar is still there, since it happened before I was turned, it will never go away. He beat me, a lot. One time he even whipped me. Those scars are still there too. I have multiple thin white scars going down my back.
He kept me locked away in his basement for a year before he decided to turn me. He said he wanted to be with me forever. I told him he was nuts and spit in his face.
I tried fighting him, but if there is one thing I know well, humans can't arm wrestle vampires and win. It just doesn't work.
He turned me that night. He made me a monster.
I lived down in that basement for four years. It took me three years to grow the courage to try to escape.
I chipped a piece of wood off the stairs and sharpened it against the concrete wall. When he came down that night with my dinner I staked him.
After I did it, I stared down at his paralyzed body for nearly an hour.
What was I supposed to do now? If I left him there, he would some how get free and either come after me, or find another girl to put in this hell. I had to kill him...I set the place on fire, completely torched it. And I ran.
I found myself in California, but when you're trapped in the body of a 17 year old there weren't many options for you. I got two jobs, one at a restaurant, and the other at a clothing store.
When the restaurant owner found out that I was living in a run-down apartment and that I had dropped out of school, he told me he would pay my rent at a decent apartment if I promised to quit my other job and enroll back in school.
I did, and well, here I am.
I'm a 22 year old stuck in a 17 year old's body. I guess it could be worse.
I tried to keep my distance from people, Katie was my only friend in this place. And that's only because she was persistent. My first day of school I met Katie, she was in most of my classes. She was one of those people that you have to love. I tried being a bitch to her, but it didn't work, she would just laugh and say something equally bitchy and funny back.She was the only person in this place who's throat I didn't want to rip out. Okay...so maybe every once and a while I wanted to drink her blood...but only when I'm hungry...anyway, it's not my fault. Shes attractive, shes alive, and she has blood pumping though her veins. That's normally the kind I go after. So shoot me.
The bell soon rang, and I was nearly ran over by the people going through the hall.
Run little ants...do you even realize the world that's going on right behind your backs?
Of course not. You're to naive for that, you are to busy worrying about your date to prom or what your going to wear to the party next weekend.
I used to be one of those people, I think that's what bothers me the most...