Indifference::Vampiristic Behaviors.1

Chapter one of many:)

Metri stood in front of me, covered in a white mist. Metri was my best friend, and had been since I was very young. I knew everything about him, or at least I was under the impression I did. He smiled, and I smiled with him. It felt strange. I was drawn to him by some inescapable force. He took both of my hands in his and lifted them above my head. He took a few small steps toward me, which in turn, made me take a few steps back until I was against a wall. Strange, I don’t remember the wall being there before.

The serene silence of the room was broken by a loud bang. It sounded like a gunshot, was my immediate thought, although I’d never heard a gunshot before. I looked around nervously. "What was that?" I tried to ask, but my voice was gone. Only a breath of air came out. Metri shushed me with his lips, pressing them softly against my own.

Suddenly, the Metri I knew disappeared. I tried to jerk away, but the monster he was becoming held my hands tighter and tighter. His skin paled and he smiled a horrific smile. He held not even an ounce of the man I knew. His canines began growing to fangs, and blood dripped from his lips. His deep brown eyes started changing with the rest of him, becoming red ringed and golden, like headlights.

My hands began to bleed under his tight grip as I pulled, trying desperately to get away. "You’re hurting me!" I opened my mouth to scream, but the words were silenced once again by a force unknown. He released one of my hands to press his finger to my lips to shush my once more. His fingernails grew into dark black claws right before my solemn eyes. Before I even knew what was happening, he had a grip on my hands once again. I tried to shut my eyes, but I felt as if they were being held open. Finally as he drew back both arms and turned his head away, my eyes shut. I waited for him to end it…

…But he never did. I soon awoke to the sound of my own screaming. I jerked up and wrenched my hands around my pastel green sheets, which began turning a blood red. I had to catch my breath. As I did so, I look at my wrists and palms. I turned my hands over and over in disbelief. It was a dream. It was a dream. If it was a dream, why were my hands torn to bloody bits? I screamed until I felt my lungs begin to give out.

On any other morning, even one at five in the morning, as this one had been, my father would’ve walked in, calm as ever, smoking a cigarette, still in his brown and white pajamas and ask me, "What spooked you buddy?" But, something told me I’d never hear those words again.

"Dad..?" I whimpered. No answer. I got out of my bed and began quickly walking to the living room, where he often passed out. Many unfamiliar scents filled my senses. Scents like blood and death. Scent’s like smoke. My father didn’t smoke. As I finally entered the room, I began to worry about my sanity on top of my worries about my father.

It all happened in seconds, but it felt more like eternity. I saw something I wish I’d never seen and felt something I wish I’d never felt. My heart pounded within my chest as the image of my father with a hole blown through his head sunk in. The next thing to hit me was an overwhelming bloodlust. It felt horrible and wrong, but seeing so much blood gave me a thrill like no other, and a hunger like no other.

My father’s eyes were to the ceiling, and his hands loosely gripped the barrel of a shotgun. It was so surreal. I walked toward him as if this was the dream, and what had just happened was the real life. Drawn by an uncontrollable feeling, I dropped to the floor in a puddle of my fathers still warm blood. I came to the conclusion he’d done this just before I awoke. The strange dream suddenly flashed through my mind like lightening. The bang. I knew it was a gunshot.

The ringing of the phone jumbled my thoughts and in my confusion I answered it, "911? Is this the police? Daddy’s… Daddy…" I stood and stared at the window. I could’ve sworn I saw Metri looking back at me for a short moment. Once again my thoughts escaped me and I dropped the phone to the floor. I fell forward as the blood loss began to catch up to me and make me dizzy.

I laid on the floor and stared straight ahead. A person stepped in front of me wearing bright blue and white converse. ‘Metri wears those shoes…’ was the only thought I was able to process. With the blink of my eyes the person disappeared. It must’ve been my imagination. Metri hadn’t been there at all. It was just a dream, right?

It was just a dream.

Author's Note

Uhm... Not ure about the indenting. I'm sorry if paragraphs don't show or something... Still getting used to things. ^^'