Will watches the girl silently from the shadows. His eyes fixed on her brunette hair, shining in the moonlight, caressing the creamy skin of her bare neck, his feet tracing her footsteps soundlessly. Following her, slowly moving in for the attack.
It’s over so quick if you blinked you would’ve missed the whole thing.
Will licked his lips, removing all trace of the girl’s blood, and looked down at the unconscious body on the pavement. She wasn’t anything special, but as a gentleman he still wiped the excess blood from the wound in her neck and lay her down gently on the nearest bench.
“She was too easy.” A voice from behind him states flatly.
Will doesn’t even have to turn to know who it is. “I know Elizabeth. But I was hungry.”
“You’re always hungry, brother.” Liz comments. Her long, straight black hair swaying as she walked towards him.
Will doesn’t have anything to say to that.
“Come on,” Liz says, uncrossing her arms, “otherwise we’ll be late.”
Will glares at his twin sister.
“What?” she asks innocently, emerald eyes glinting.
“You know full well I am not going to be attending.”
“All those humans, dancing, laughing, drinking, they make me sick! Teasing me with their little mind games, without any idea of what I could do to them! It’s like they actually want to be my personal blood banks!”
Liz rolls her eyes dramatically, “William. You just ate.”
“You know I won’t be able to control it. I’m not like you … remember.”
Liz stands firm, her smooth, pale skin illuminating against her leather pants and low cut, black top. “William … it’s just a party.”
“I’m not going.”
“Why not?” she asks, “there must something wrong with you.”
Will’s face darkens, “that’s easy for you to say. You fit into the ‘cool’ crowds. Me? I’m all alone.”
“That’s because you’re too afraid of hurting someone.”
“So stop whining. Yeah, you prefer to be alone and ignore all the girls who obviously want you, but that’s you choice.”
“Elizabeth, can I just remind you, we’re stuck like this,” he gestures to himself then to her, “forever.”
“Stop trying to change the subject.” Her arms folded again, “come on Will; for me?”
Will looks at her sceptically, “you don’t get it do you?”
Liz throws up her arms in exasperation, and snaps, “what don’t I get? Why you’re such a stuck up, loser who’s afraid to go to a bloody party?”
“Don’t you see? That’s exactly what it will be if I go! A bloody party!”
“I don’t care!” Liz hisses, venom tainting her normally sweet, smooth voice.
“Elizabeth … ” Will’s voice is a deep growl, barely legible.
“What?” she snaps back.
“Don’t push it.”
“I’m going on my own then!”
Will raises his eyebrows, knowing full well that Liz was calling a bluff.
“I swear I will.”
“Yeah … okay.” Will turns his back on Liz and walks away.
“The party’s this way.” Liz whines.
“I know.” Will says but keeps walking in the opposite direction.
“Please Will? Please? Just this once?” Liz pulls on his jacket sleeve desperately.
She’s actually on the verge of begging now. Will thinks to himself, maybe I should just go. I mean, how much harm can I actually do in a room full of people?
“Why do you want to go so badly?” he asks, stopping and turning on her.
Liz freezes stuck for words, then stands up straight and puts her face on, “it’s a party William. People expect me to be there.”
“It’s a boy isn’t it?”
Liz stumbles, biting her lip. “No. Whatever, I’m their leader William. I was invited.”
“The whole school was invited Elizabeth, you’re not that special.”
“You don’t know anything!” Liz spits.
“Whatever.” William starts to turn his back on her.
“William!” Liz cries, and then gets control of her voice, “Kaitlyn will be there.”
“Okay, okay.” Will says, “just this once, I’ll go with you.”
Kaitlyn is a girl in Will’s class at school. Will finds the scent of her blood unusual and different, and it’s obvious she’s interested in him. It’s the way she looks up at him through her eyelashes and then looks away blushing, the way her eyes light up when she sees him and the brilliant smile she wears when he’s near her. Kaitlyn is one of the few people, perhaps the only, he likes and speaks to often. Will knows she’s beautiful, he knows they’ve exchanged blood before, though it’s impossible she would remember, she doesn’t know what Will and his sister are and Will wants to keep it that way.
“Will!” Liz looks as if she’s going to hug her brother, but then she smoothes her face out and gives him a crooked smile. “Thanks.”
“Hurry up, or we’ll be late.” William chivvies slyly.
“Do you want a punch?”
The house is alive with music, lights, laughter.
Will knows he’s out of place. He has the same main features as his sister, the same sparkling green eyes, same milky skin, same dark straight hair; and wearing his baggy jeans, plain white t-shirt and leather jacket; the only person not dancing, not meeting anyone’s eyes, he knows what he looks like.
He watches intently from a dark corner of the room; watches all the people, there’s at least fifty or maybe more, and Will knows he could kill them all in less than seven seconds. His speed would sweep him across the floor, snapping necks as he went.
Will takes a deep breath. He can smell their blood, hear their heart beats, feel the pulses in their veins, he looks around the room again; he spots a women, looking very out of place, pale skin, dark hair, ruby red eyes. She’s just standing there, staring at him, her gaze steady and her mouth twisting up into a sickening smile. Will blinks and the women is gone.
He searches the crowd with his eyes frantically.
“Will?” a familiar voice asks questioningly.
“Katy.” He smiles in greeting, all worry of the woman evapourating.
Kaitlyn is wearing a tight deep red dress, her waterfall of blonde curls draping down one side of her head, her bright blue eyes lighting up as she smiles back. “It’s nice to see you.”
“Yeah?” Will says, “it’s nice to see you too.”
Katy seems to blush then asks, “would you like to dance?”
An image of himself dancing enters Will’s mind and he cringes meaningfully, “I don’t dance.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” And she generally looked disappointed. Humans are so easy to hurt, easy to crush.
But Will hated seeing her like this. His eyes ran over her delicate features, neat, pixie nose with big sad eyes, her perfectly sculpted full lips and her long dark eyelashes. His eyes run along her jaw line and down to her neck … Will looses his train of thought completely, he can see the blue vein in her neck, he can hear the soft, steady pounding of her pulse.
He wants her blood, he wants it and he wants it now.
The desire courses through Will’s veins. He can’t, he knows he can’t. He won’t. But that doesn’t stop him wanting, craving, needing, yearning.
She won’t remember anything.
The thought comes to him before he can stop it.
“Will?” she lays a hand on his arm, a look of concern on her face, “are you alright?”
Will gulps, trying hard not to inhale any of her scent. “Just a little dizzy, that’s all.” He adds with a smile, “nothing to worry about, I’ll be fine in a minute.”
She searched his eyes, “do you want to sit down? Go someplace quiet?”
Will, fighting with all his strength with his self control, nods. “That would be nice.”
Kaitlyn smiles gently, worriedly, and drags him into a bathroom.
Will gives her a look as she locks the door.
“A bathroom?” he asks then lets out a tired laugh. He slumps down in the tub and takes a deep breath; the tangy smell of orange scented bathroom detergent is almost over-whelming.
Will sits up and coughs, covering his mouth with his hand.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” as she gets closer her unusual, thrilling scent gets stronger.
Will feels sick; the hunger inside him is threatening to burst out, taking him over completely. He groans and leans back, his head against the tiles on the wall, “what would you say if I said no?”
She thinks for a moment then answers, “it’s not what I’d say, it’s what I’d do.”
Will blinks, “and what would you do?”
Kaitlyn steps into the bath and sits down beside him, “well, I’d … ” she trails of when she meets his intrigued eyes. She slowly, cautiously reaches out with her hand and strokes Will’s cheek with the back of her hand.
Will takes her hand gently in his and kisses the fingertips.
She tastes so good.
He can’t. He won’t.
Remember what she tasted like last time?
The power, desire inside of him is too much for him to control.
“Katy?” he says her name softly, as if she’s a wilting flower and too much noise will make her soft petals fall.
She looks up.
Will lowers his voice even more and puts all of his strength into trying to sound sexy and seductive. “Would you like to come upstairs with me?”
Her face lights up, but then she tries to cover it by looking down and placing her hand in his.
Will smiles, a dazzling, heart-breaking smile and leads her upstairs.
She follows willingly, no idea what Will is about to do to her.
Liz pushes the one they call Adam off her, wiping her lips in disgust.
“Liz babe. It’s a party.” His speech is slurred and she can smell the beer on his breath.
“You’re not even old enough to drink.” She says.
“Babe. Do you see that stopping anyone else here?” he laughs, taking another swing of the can in his left hand. He takes one step towards her.
“Come any closer and I swear I’ll scream.”
“You don’t wanna do that babe.” He warns, but stops in his tracks anyway.
Liz looks around her, the house is about a hundred meters behind them, the garden is obviously pitch black but she can still see everything as if it were the middle of the day, there was no one around. No one to hear a scream anyway.
A thought brewed in her mind.
Liz smiled at Adam.
“There you go.” He says, coming a few steps closer.
The next thing he knows is he’s unconscious and lying, looking as if he’s passed out from the amount of alcohol he has consumed, on the grass, a wound, that looks kind of like a dog bite, on his lower arm. Liz is walking back towards the house, wiping her lips, this time to remove Adam’s blood.
Before she reaches the house a shadow appears in front of her.
“Elizabeth. That’s lazy.”
Liz scowls, “what are you doing here father?”
“Checking up on you.”
“You don’t have to do that. Will and I are of age now. We can look after ourselves.”
“But sweetheart, you don’t know the half of it.”
“We left you and mother for a reason.” Liz snarls.
Her father takes a step back. “If that’s how you feel, I won’t come here again.”
“Just go. I don’t want your ‘goodbye speech’ I’m not interested and I’m not going to give you any sympathy. I can look after myself, you don’t need to baby me. Just leave Will and me alone.” She marches past her father and onto the patio.
“You’re going to be just fine.” She hears him mumble, as if amused, before the door closes behind her.
Will stares at Kaitlyn lying on the bed beside him, the wound on her neck already starting to heal.
What have I done?
When she wakes up, she won’t remember a thing, he tells himself.
But that thought doesn’t make him feel less guilty.
“Will?” Kaitlyn whispers softly, fingers enclosing around his hand.
“Kiss me again.”
Will can’t help but smile. How ironic, a vampire kissing a human.
He leans down and brushes his lips softly against hers. He hears her sharp intake of breath and her exhale of satisfaction.
He starts to twirl her hair around his finger. “Hmm?”
“I think I love you.”