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.”
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.”
“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.
“That’s not my name!”
“Then what is your name?”
“The others call me Vein.”
“Why do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Stop following me.”
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.