Post by shiina on Oct 2, 2009 20:17:48 GMT -5
I woke to warm rays of sunlight filtering into my bedroom through the window the next morning. I rolled over without thinking and fell onto the floor. "Oops," I mumbled, pushing myself up and jumping to my feet.
I hurried down into the kitchen after a quick shower. Ben was scrambling some eggs across the kitchen. I assumed he was still mad at me and the eggs were just for him, so I grabbed some cereal and sat down at the table to eat. My assumption was right, when he scraped all the eggs onto a plate and sat across from me at the table to eat.
A long awkward silence followed.
"Is Mom still asleep?" I finally asked when we were both almost done eating.
He glanced up at me, gathered all the eggs he had left into a large heap on his fork, and shoved the eggs in his mouth. Then, his cheeks bulging like a hamster, he used his stalling time to clean up his plate and fork so that by the time he was able to swallow, he could make a quick escape from any real conversation with me.
"Yeah." He said, grabbing his car keys.
I eyed him, slightly hurt. Don't get me wrong, Ben was a wonderful guy, but when he got upset, his solution was to avoid. Not just for a few days or so, either. The last time I had witnessed him give someone the cold shoulder, he had gotten angry at one of his buddies for saying something about my mom. He had lost a friend as a result, and he never even told the poor guy about us moving.
"Where are you going?" I asked him as he started twords the backdoor.
He pulled the door open, "Biking." He replied.
"Ben, wait," I said.
He stopped with one foot out the door and looked at me, "What?" His one word responses were begining to bother me.
"Can we talk? Please." I begged im, willing myself not to cry.
"I'm going to be late as it is." He said, glancing at the clock and then down at is shoes.
Ben was a terrible liar. He and I both knew he didn't have to be at the ike race for another two hours. "Please, Ben. Don't do this to me," I said, "Please... Please hear me out, Dad."
He froze completely for a long moment, looking at me in surprise. A tear glistened in the corner of his eyes, and he wiped it away quickly. Finally, He stepped back inside and closed the door. He faced me, "Yes?" He asked. I could see that he was trying to hide the huge grin that covered his face.
"Ben," I stopped and quickly corrected myself, "I mean, Dad, I, uh, I'm sorry. People change, and well, I'm having some friends over tonight that-"
He cut me off by scooping me off the ground with a tight ug, "Apology accepted, sweetie."
I smiled, hugging him back as he set me back down. "Are we tight again?" I couldn't resist asking.
"Tighter than a rubber band stretched across Texas." He answered.
Ben and I hung out until he had to go to his bike race. We were watching amovie and joking about every part we could find something to make fun of. About two hours after he had left, it was finally time for Morgan and Kayla to come over.
I stared out the window for the longest time, with regular intervals of glancing at the clock. Punctuality was always something I freaked about, and Morgan and Kayla were going to hear about it when they finally arrived. If they arrived.
My mind suddenly began to race, as always, filled with doubt, worry, and betrayal. What if they didn't really like me? What if they were only pretending to be my friends to not show up and hurt my feelings? My mind flashed back to Sarah on the bus the first day. She was laughing with that other girl. Laughing at me. Maybe they knew. Maybe Morgan has done this before and they were laughing at me because I had no idea what was coming.
They aren't my friends, Morgan and Kayla. It was all an intricate and planned plot ot hurt my feelings and embarass me. Who knew Morgan the Moron was capable of something so clever?
She wasn't. Just as I was about to give up, walk away from the window, go right back to where I was, back to haring humans, I saw Morgan and Kayla walking towards my house on the side of the street. I leaped out of my seat and ran for the front door. I stopped myself on the porch, though, resisting the urge to run out into the middle of the street and hug them.
So instead, I stood on the front porch, waving frantically and smiling like a lunatic. I would have been better off running to greet them like a puppy after being left alone all day.
I watched them as Morgan waved back, with a smile even more insane thjan mine, and grabbed Kayla by the arm as she broke into a sprint. Kayla was visibly struggling to keep on her feet at first, but then, with the grace of a cat, caught her footing with the grace of a cat. Then my eyes connected with hers and instead of staying in perfect synchronization with Morgan, she started to stumble like she couldn't keep up.
But it was no trouble at all for me to tell that she was faking it.
I wondered briefly why she would pretend not to be graceful, but soon put it out of my mind as I gave up on my calm act and ran to meet them in the middle of the street. I clasped my arms around Morgan, expecting to be hit by the strong human scent that lingered throughout the whole school. I was shocked when my nose was met only by the light scrnt of vanilla.
I tried to keep a kind grin rather than a confused look as I commented, "Wow, Morgan, You smell really good."
"Are you hitting on me?" She laughed, "Thanks. It's a special body spray Kayla gave me. She said she made it herself. It smells so amazing."
I glanced at Kayla, curious about her, and suspicious. But why was I suspicious? So she gave Morgan some body spray, so what? That doesn't mean it was the reason she didn't smell like a human. And even if it was, that didn't mean Kayla knew it was. Maybe it was all a coinsidence.
So I ignored it, and we all ran back to my house.
I took Morgan and Kayla up to my room to put their things down, and we all went outside to ride my go-kart. We were piled in it in an unsafe way, with Kayla sitting on Morgans lap and me driving. My neighbors owned the trails in the woods behind my house, and they had named and set up strrt signs for each trail.
"We goin' down Pimp Plaza!" Morgan Shrieked as I took a sharp turn onto the trail named "Pimp Plaza." The turn was so fast and sharp that the go-kart lifted onto two wheels, threatening to flip as we all screamed in unison. The kart fell heavy back onto all four wheels as the path straightened, and we all busted out laughing.
"That was one close call we just had on Pimp Plaza!" Kayla screamed.
The go-kart could only keep us entertained for a little while, though, and soon we found ourselves in my newly remodeled basement playing playstation 2, then again got bored and went upstairs, and ended up watching the Blood Rayne movies Morgan had brought.
Five minutes into the first Blood Rayne movie, I was already fed up with it. It was so off about vampires that I wanted to scream, smash the TV, and vomit, all in that order. The vampires in the movie turned to ash in the sun, got burned when touched by water, shrank away from crosses, and hissed with long, sharp fangs. They hissed! The only thing I had in common with those made up things was that I drank blood.
And that thought brought my attention to the fact that I was dangerously thirsty, and how good a thing it was that Morgan and Kayla only smelt like vanilla spray.
I stood up, twitching slightly as I did, " Are you uys thirsty?" I asked, looking down at Morgan, who had been leaning on my shoulder, and fell face first onto the couch when I stood, and at Kayla, who had been leaning on Morgan and had fallen onto the floor, hitting into the coffee table on her way down.
"Ow!" Kayla complained as Morgan giggled.
"Well?" I asked again.
Morgan beamed at me, "Sure!"
"Yeah," Kayla agreed as she pulled herself back onto the couch, rubbing an already forming bruise on her arm, "What do you have?"
"Kool aid, milk, water."
"Milk," Morgan chimed at the same moment Kayla responded, "Kool aid."
I started to turn to go into the kitchen when Morgan stopped me, "Hey, wait," She said, grabbing my sleeve, "are you okay, Lily? You look really Pale."
I put my free hand against my face, feeling how frozen my skin felt. I looked down at her hand gripping my sleeve still, able to feel the warmth radiating from her skin, as my ears began to lock onto the sound of her heartbeat.
My mouth ran dry, my throat begining to burn. Finally, I forced myself to snap out of it, pulling my arm away so fast that I nearly ripped her arm out of it's socket. "I'm fine!" I spat violently, then forced a smile on my face and corrected myself, "I mean, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."
I turned on my heel and made a hasty retreat to the kitchen, making a bee-line for the refridgerator. I reached out for the handle right as a scent hit me. That warm, enticing smell, as alluring at the call of the sirens. I looked at the doorway right as my Mom walked in.
"Stay there, Mom!" I practically screamed, hlding out both palms to her like an idiot crossing gaurd about to cause an accident.
She jumped nearly a foot out of the air, remarkable for a woman with MS, and froze in her tracks, watcing as I yanked open the refridgerator door and grabbed one of my plastic bottles full of the thick, cherry red liquid I was in dire need of. I downed it in less than ten seconds, holding it upside down, desperate for every last drop I could get from it.
I tossed the empty bottle in the trash and crossed the room to sit in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. "Having humans as friends is harder than I thought." I sighed, more to myself than to my mom.
"They're human?" She asked, shocked.
I looked at her, feeling exhausted, " I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen." I looked down at my still trembling hands, ""I was wrong, Mom. People change."
She came up to me and hugged me from behind, "I'm sorry." She said.
Wanting to avaoid an emotional moment, I stood up and crossed the kitchen to get the drinks. I sluggishly pulled down a few cups from the cabinet, wishing the blood rush would hurry up and take effect. I poured some kool aid for Kayla and then two glasses of milk for Morgan and I.
"I'll talk to you later, okay Mom?" I said, walking out without an answer from her.
I walked into the family room, forcing myself to smile. I noticed the sun was just starting to set, giving the room a warm glow with long shadows cast. Morgan smiled at me as I set the drinks down on the table carefully.
"You know," I said, beginning to feel the effects of the blood, "One of you could have helped carry the drinks back!"
Morgan laughed, "But you're so good at it, Lily."
I looked at Kayla, who was still silent, her face neutral as she stared at me. She looke suspicious, as if she were analyzing me. "I knew it," She finally whispered.
"What?" I asked.
She sat up and smiled, an obviously forced expression, "Nothing!" She said too quickly.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "keep secrets."
"Shut up, you idiots!" Morgan shouted suddenly, "this is the best part!"
I looked at the screen to see Rayne, the vampire main character with pretty, red hair and revealing leather clothes, slashing at a group of men with her cool scythe things. Just like that, all three of us were engulfed in the movie.
Somehow, we all managed to fall asleep watching the movie. I was the first to re-awake at around two a.m.
I shook Morgans shoulder groggily, "Guys, wake up."
Morgan pulled her head off the throe pillow she was drooling on, "Huh? Orange juice?"
Kayla's eyes shot open, too, "Orange!" She said as she sat up.
"I'm not even going to ask," I said, watching as they both burst into quiet fit's of giggles at their inside joke.
"Come on, let's get some hot cocoa." I aid, "It'll wake us up." I glanced at them both again, the two of them giggling and hyper, "Okay, it will wake me up, then."I mumbled.
we headed to the kitchen and downed our hot cocoa, then, as hyped up as we were, went outside. It was a warm summer night, and around two forty-five in the morning. We ran down the go-kart trails, laughing and screaming like lunatics.
"Awesome!" Morgan said, pointing to the sigh=n that said Pimp Plaza. And so we ran down Pimp Plaza.
We ended upin anold Civil War cemetary that was visible off to the side of one of the trails. english ivy vines completely covered the ground inside the wrought iron gate that marked the perimeter of the cemetary. There were three roken headstones, a statue of an angel, a small sealed off mosoleum, and a stone bench with a statue of Saint Peter sitting on it.
"It's strange," Morgan breathed, "but somehow, I feel oddly safe here, rather than creeped out or scared."
And she was right, even I felt it. Standing there, looking up at the tall marble angel towering over me, head bowed, hands folded, deep in an eternal prayer, I felt there was another power watching over me from above. Actually, no, I felt like someone was with us, standing near and just waiting for us to notice.
"Dear Lord," I heard ayla whisper. I looked over at her to see her hands folded and head bowed like the statue, "please protect us, be here with us and fill our hearts. I know you would never turn your back on us for anything, Lord, even when we turn from you. I pray that everything that happens is meant to be. In fact, I already know that everything happens for a reason. Bless us, Lord. In Jesus name, Amen."
I couldn't resist repeating her, "Amen." as Morgan did.
We finally left the graveyard after a while, and had started back to the house, running and screaming again like retards. I guessed it was probably around five in the morning by then.
I jumped skillfully over a root protruding from the ground, not bothering to hide my vampiric grace. I heard the dull thud of Kayla landing the jump behind me, then listened for Morgan. But instead of Morgan jumping over it, she stumbled and instead I heard her crash to the ground with the grace of a potato.
"Ow." Morgan moaned.
I could smell the sweet, alluring scent of the blood running down her arm before I saw it. "Oh sweet Lord," I whispered.
I didn't step forward, afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself if I got any closer, but I couldn't step away either.
So I just stood there, gawking at her blood. I got so caught up that I didn't even notice Kayla had come up behind me until she tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Why aren't you doing something?"
I jumped and spun around to face her, "I can't."
"What do you mean?"
"I just can't." I said again, my head swarming for an excuse, "I-I get queasy around blood." I paused, taking a deep breath, "you help her."
"You're lieing." She responded calmly, "and I can't help her either."
"Why?"
"The same reason as you." She mumbled.
I was startled, "you... You're a..." I froze mid-sentance. Kayla's face grew ghostly pale, contrasting against the back night sky. I immediately knew why, when I smelt the scent of blood multiply to an irresistable strength. My throat ran dry and was filled by a burning heat.
"Guys?" Morgan said, standing right behind me.
Kayla stopped breathing. I didn't.
I hurried down into the kitchen after a quick shower. Ben was scrambling some eggs across the kitchen. I assumed he was still mad at me and the eggs were just for him, so I grabbed some cereal and sat down at the table to eat. My assumption was right, when he scraped all the eggs onto a plate and sat across from me at the table to eat.
A long awkward silence followed.
"Is Mom still asleep?" I finally asked when we were both almost done eating.
He glanced up at me, gathered all the eggs he had left into a large heap on his fork, and shoved the eggs in his mouth. Then, his cheeks bulging like a hamster, he used his stalling time to clean up his plate and fork so that by the time he was able to swallow, he could make a quick escape from any real conversation with me.
"Yeah." He said, grabbing his car keys.
I eyed him, slightly hurt. Don't get me wrong, Ben was a wonderful guy, but when he got upset, his solution was to avoid. Not just for a few days or so, either. The last time I had witnessed him give someone the cold shoulder, he had gotten angry at one of his buddies for saying something about my mom. He had lost a friend as a result, and he never even told the poor guy about us moving.
"Where are you going?" I asked him as he started twords the backdoor.
He pulled the door open, "Biking." He replied.
"Ben, wait," I said.
He stopped with one foot out the door and looked at me, "What?" His one word responses were begining to bother me.
"Can we talk? Please." I begged im, willing myself not to cry.
"I'm going to be late as it is." He said, glancing at the clock and then down at is shoes.
Ben was a terrible liar. He and I both knew he didn't have to be at the ike race for another two hours. "Please, Ben. Don't do this to me," I said, "Please... Please hear me out, Dad."
He froze completely for a long moment, looking at me in surprise. A tear glistened in the corner of his eyes, and he wiped it away quickly. Finally, He stepped back inside and closed the door. He faced me, "Yes?" He asked. I could see that he was trying to hide the huge grin that covered his face.
"Ben," I stopped and quickly corrected myself, "I mean, Dad, I, uh, I'm sorry. People change, and well, I'm having some friends over tonight that-"
He cut me off by scooping me off the ground with a tight ug, "Apology accepted, sweetie."
I smiled, hugging him back as he set me back down. "Are we tight again?" I couldn't resist asking.
"Tighter than a rubber band stretched across Texas." He answered.
Ben and I hung out until he had to go to his bike race. We were watching amovie and joking about every part we could find something to make fun of. About two hours after he had left, it was finally time for Morgan and Kayla to come over.
I stared out the window for the longest time, with regular intervals of glancing at the clock. Punctuality was always something I freaked about, and Morgan and Kayla were going to hear about it when they finally arrived. If they arrived.
My mind suddenly began to race, as always, filled with doubt, worry, and betrayal. What if they didn't really like me? What if they were only pretending to be my friends to not show up and hurt my feelings? My mind flashed back to Sarah on the bus the first day. She was laughing with that other girl. Laughing at me. Maybe they knew. Maybe Morgan has done this before and they were laughing at me because I had no idea what was coming.
They aren't my friends, Morgan and Kayla. It was all an intricate and planned plot ot hurt my feelings and embarass me. Who knew Morgan the Moron was capable of something so clever?
She wasn't. Just as I was about to give up, walk away from the window, go right back to where I was, back to haring humans, I saw Morgan and Kayla walking towards my house on the side of the street. I leaped out of my seat and ran for the front door. I stopped myself on the porch, though, resisting the urge to run out into the middle of the street and hug them.
So instead, I stood on the front porch, waving frantically and smiling like a lunatic. I would have been better off running to greet them like a puppy after being left alone all day.
I watched them as Morgan waved back, with a smile even more insane thjan mine, and grabbed Kayla by the arm as she broke into a sprint. Kayla was visibly struggling to keep on her feet at first, but then, with the grace of a cat, caught her footing with the grace of a cat. Then my eyes connected with hers and instead of staying in perfect synchronization with Morgan, she started to stumble like she couldn't keep up.
But it was no trouble at all for me to tell that she was faking it.
I wondered briefly why she would pretend not to be graceful, but soon put it out of my mind as I gave up on my calm act and ran to meet them in the middle of the street. I clasped my arms around Morgan, expecting to be hit by the strong human scent that lingered throughout the whole school. I was shocked when my nose was met only by the light scrnt of vanilla.
I tried to keep a kind grin rather than a confused look as I commented, "Wow, Morgan, You smell really good."
"Are you hitting on me?" She laughed, "Thanks. It's a special body spray Kayla gave me. She said she made it herself. It smells so amazing."
I glanced at Kayla, curious about her, and suspicious. But why was I suspicious? So she gave Morgan some body spray, so what? That doesn't mean it was the reason she didn't smell like a human. And even if it was, that didn't mean Kayla knew it was. Maybe it was all a coinsidence.
So I ignored it, and we all ran back to my house.
I took Morgan and Kayla up to my room to put their things down, and we all went outside to ride my go-kart. We were piled in it in an unsafe way, with Kayla sitting on Morgans lap and me driving. My neighbors owned the trails in the woods behind my house, and they had named and set up strrt signs for each trail.
"We goin' down Pimp Plaza!" Morgan Shrieked as I took a sharp turn onto the trail named "Pimp Plaza." The turn was so fast and sharp that the go-kart lifted onto two wheels, threatening to flip as we all screamed in unison. The kart fell heavy back onto all four wheels as the path straightened, and we all busted out laughing.
"That was one close call we just had on Pimp Plaza!" Kayla screamed.
The go-kart could only keep us entertained for a little while, though, and soon we found ourselves in my newly remodeled basement playing playstation 2, then again got bored and went upstairs, and ended up watching the Blood Rayne movies Morgan had brought.
Five minutes into the first Blood Rayne movie, I was already fed up with it. It was so off about vampires that I wanted to scream, smash the TV, and vomit, all in that order. The vampires in the movie turned to ash in the sun, got burned when touched by water, shrank away from crosses, and hissed with long, sharp fangs. They hissed! The only thing I had in common with those made up things was that I drank blood.
And that thought brought my attention to the fact that I was dangerously thirsty, and how good a thing it was that Morgan and Kayla only smelt like vanilla spray.
I stood up, twitching slightly as I did, " Are you uys thirsty?" I asked, looking down at Morgan, who had been leaning on my shoulder, and fell face first onto the couch when I stood, and at Kayla, who had been leaning on Morgan and had fallen onto the floor, hitting into the coffee table on her way down.
"Ow!" Kayla complained as Morgan giggled.
"Well?" I asked again.
Morgan beamed at me, "Sure!"
"Yeah," Kayla agreed as she pulled herself back onto the couch, rubbing an already forming bruise on her arm, "What do you have?"
"Kool aid, milk, water."
"Milk," Morgan chimed at the same moment Kayla responded, "Kool aid."
I started to turn to go into the kitchen when Morgan stopped me, "Hey, wait," She said, grabbing my sleeve, "are you okay, Lily? You look really Pale."
I put my free hand against my face, feeling how frozen my skin felt. I looked down at her hand gripping my sleeve still, able to feel the warmth radiating from her skin, as my ears began to lock onto the sound of her heartbeat.
My mouth ran dry, my throat begining to burn. Finally, I forced myself to snap out of it, pulling my arm away so fast that I nearly ripped her arm out of it's socket. "I'm fine!" I spat violently, then forced a smile on my face and corrected myself, "I mean, yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."
I turned on my heel and made a hasty retreat to the kitchen, making a bee-line for the refridgerator. I reached out for the handle right as a scent hit me. That warm, enticing smell, as alluring at the call of the sirens. I looked at the doorway right as my Mom walked in.
"Stay there, Mom!" I practically screamed, hlding out both palms to her like an idiot crossing gaurd about to cause an accident.
She jumped nearly a foot out of the air, remarkable for a woman with MS, and froze in her tracks, watcing as I yanked open the refridgerator door and grabbed one of my plastic bottles full of the thick, cherry red liquid I was in dire need of. I downed it in less than ten seconds, holding it upside down, desperate for every last drop I could get from it.
I tossed the empty bottle in the trash and crossed the room to sit in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. "Having humans as friends is harder than I thought." I sighed, more to myself than to my mom.
"They're human?" She asked, shocked.
I looked at her, feeling exhausted, " I tried to tell you, but you wouldn't listen." I looked down at my still trembling hands, ""I was wrong, Mom. People change."
She came up to me and hugged me from behind, "I'm sorry." She said.
Wanting to avaoid an emotional moment, I stood up and crossed the kitchen to get the drinks. I sluggishly pulled down a few cups from the cabinet, wishing the blood rush would hurry up and take effect. I poured some kool aid for Kayla and then two glasses of milk for Morgan and I.
"I'll talk to you later, okay Mom?" I said, walking out without an answer from her.
I walked into the family room, forcing myself to smile. I noticed the sun was just starting to set, giving the room a warm glow with long shadows cast. Morgan smiled at me as I set the drinks down on the table carefully.
"You know," I said, beginning to feel the effects of the blood, "One of you could have helped carry the drinks back!"
Morgan laughed, "But you're so good at it, Lily."
I looked at Kayla, who was still silent, her face neutral as she stared at me. She looke suspicious, as if she were analyzing me. "I knew it," She finally whispered.
"What?" I asked.
She sat up and smiled, an obviously forced expression, "Nothing!" She said too quickly.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "keep secrets."
"Shut up, you idiots!" Morgan shouted suddenly, "this is the best part!"
I looked at the screen to see Rayne, the vampire main character with pretty, red hair and revealing leather clothes, slashing at a group of men with her cool scythe things. Just like that, all three of us were engulfed in the movie.
Somehow, we all managed to fall asleep watching the movie. I was the first to re-awake at around two a.m.
I shook Morgans shoulder groggily, "Guys, wake up."
Morgan pulled her head off the throe pillow she was drooling on, "Huh? Orange juice?"
Kayla's eyes shot open, too, "Orange!" She said as she sat up.
"I'm not even going to ask," I said, watching as they both burst into quiet fit's of giggles at their inside joke.
"Come on, let's get some hot cocoa." I aid, "It'll wake us up." I glanced at them both again, the two of them giggling and hyper, "Okay, it will wake me up, then."I mumbled.
we headed to the kitchen and downed our hot cocoa, then, as hyped up as we were, went outside. It was a warm summer night, and around two forty-five in the morning. We ran down the go-kart trails, laughing and screaming like lunatics.
"Awesome!" Morgan said, pointing to the sigh=n that said Pimp Plaza. And so we ran down Pimp Plaza.
We ended upin anold Civil War cemetary that was visible off to the side of one of the trails. english ivy vines completely covered the ground inside the wrought iron gate that marked the perimeter of the cemetary. There were three roken headstones, a statue of an angel, a small sealed off mosoleum, and a stone bench with a statue of Saint Peter sitting on it.
"It's strange," Morgan breathed, "but somehow, I feel oddly safe here, rather than creeped out or scared."
And she was right, even I felt it. Standing there, looking up at the tall marble angel towering over me, head bowed, hands folded, deep in an eternal prayer, I felt there was another power watching over me from above. Actually, no, I felt like someone was with us, standing near and just waiting for us to notice.
"Dear Lord," I heard ayla whisper. I looked over at her to see her hands folded and head bowed like the statue, "please protect us, be here with us and fill our hearts. I know you would never turn your back on us for anything, Lord, even when we turn from you. I pray that everything that happens is meant to be. In fact, I already know that everything happens for a reason. Bless us, Lord. In Jesus name, Amen."
I couldn't resist repeating her, "Amen." as Morgan did.
We finally left the graveyard after a while, and had started back to the house, running and screaming again like retards. I guessed it was probably around five in the morning by then.
I jumped skillfully over a root protruding from the ground, not bothering to hide my vampiric grace. I heard the dull thud of Kayla landing the jump behind me, then listened for Morgan. But instead of Morgan jumping over it, she stumbled and instead I heard her crash to the ground with the grace of a potato.
"Ow." Morgan moaned.
I could smell the sweet, alluring scent of the blood running down her arm before I saw it. "Oh sweet Lord," I whispered.
I didn't step forward, afraid that I wouldn't be able to control myself if I got any closer, but I couldn't step away either.
So I just stood there, gawking at her blood. I got so caught up that I didn't even notice Kayla had come up behind me until she tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "Why aren't you doing something?"
I jumped and spun around to face her, "I can't."
"What do you mean?"
"I just can't." I said again, my head swarming for an excuse, "I-I get queasy around blood." I paused, taking a deep breath, "you help her."
"You're lieing." She responded calmly, "and I can't help her either."
"Why?"
"The same reason as you." She mumbled.
I was startled, "you... You're a..." I froze mid-sentance. Kayla's face grew ghostly pale, contrasting against the back night sky. I immediately knew why, when I smelt the scent of blood multiply to an irresistable strength. My throat ran dry and was filled by a burning heat.
"Guys?" Morgan said, standing right behind me.
Kayla stopped breathing. I didn't.