Coven of BloodMature

Newly turned Vampire, Vein, finds herself in a tricky situation. Her family don't know where she is and want her back, her ex-boyfriend still wants to be with her and her Coven leader loves her. What on Earth is she going to do?

I sat back on the bench. It was cold and slightly damp. Not that it bothered me. The boy was watching me. He was with a group of his friends. A few of them had cigarettes in their hands; the rest had a bottle – or both.

One was watching me. The others hadn’t noticed. It was time to take action. I stood up, looked at the floor then back at the boy. I smiled and walked away, leading him out of sight.

I leant against a tree, waiting for him. He pushed through the bush and smiled at me. I smiled back as he approached me. He ran a hand down my side and moved to kiss me.

I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him closer. Instead of going for his lips, I sunk my teeth into his neck. He let out a whimper and then went limp as my venom set to work. I started to suck.

I almost dropped him for the alcohol in his blood, but I hadn’t fed in days. Finally he was dead and drained. I pushed him away and kicked him into the foliage. I felt the veins under my skin jut out. They were a purple colour; I didn’t need to see myself to know that.

I strode out of the trees and headed home. The night was cool and a breeze twisted gently through the leaves. The sky was starry and the moon was almost full. I was halfway home.

“Vanessa!” shouted a familiar voice.

I stopped but didn’t turn around. “My name’s not Vanessa.”

“Yes it is.”

“Not anymore!” I spun around, baring my teeth at the person who used to be my brother.

Ben backed away, scared. I grinned, showing my pointed teeth. I stepped closer to him. He drew himself up, trying to look brave.

“Go home, Ben,” I said.

“Come on then,” he replied.

“You know I can’t come home.”

“Mum and Dad think you’re dead.”

“I am! When are you going to get that through your thick skull?!” I shouted. I calmed down slightly. “Have you told anyone?”

“No, you told me not to.”

“Good. We don’t need a mob chasing us right now.”

“Why?”

I paused. “Doesn’t matter, it’s got nothing to do with you.”

We stood there in silence for a while. It was Ben who decided to break the uncomfortable quiet.

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’ve just fed. Or did you not remember that I kill humans on a regular basis?”

“I remembered. I just didn’t know that happened.”

“That’s why we usually hunt in groups; this doesn't happen to such an extent.”

“Then why are you alone?”

“I had an argument. I stormed out and shouted when they tried to follow me.”

“You’re causing quite a disruption.”

“Full moon does that enough without my help.”

“What?”

“Doesn’t matter. Where’s Nate?”

“At home. He’s given up on you.”

“It’s time you did the same.” I turned around and carried on home.

“Vanessa–”

“That’s not my name!”

“Then what is your name?”

“The others call me Vein.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“Stop following me.”

“No.”

I whirled around and lashed my fingers out. The nails caught his cheek. Blood dripped from the wounds. I glared at him. I held my breath, so as not to catch the scent of his blood; if I did, I wouldn’t be the only one dead.

He took a step towards me. I pulled out a gun from its holster underneath my trench coat. I pointed it at him. The gun didn’t waver or shake at all. He stopped and held his hands up.

“Go. Home,” I whispered.

He turned and ran away. I sighed and lowered the gun. I slid it back into place and continued home. Someone stepped out from the shadows.

“You wouldn’t have pulled the trigger,” he said.

“Don’t underestimate me, Bladen. I would have,” I replied.

“He’s your brother.”

Was. He was my brother.”

Bladen smiled. “Welcome to the Coven of Blood.”

Together we walked home.

The End

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