Death - Part 1

Raina kicked the bottle that lay at her feet, sending it sliding a cross the hardwood floor. She cringed as it clattered against the wall; It was a hollow sound, a sound of emptiness, echoing the emptiness of her soul.

She didn't feel whole without the laughter if her sisters ringing in her ears, or her brothers teasing. She felt lost without her parents pride-filled eyes, the love that she felt when they were all together.

Then there was Thomas, her sweetness, b*****d that he was. It hurt something fierce to admit that she missed his smile from time to time. She shook her head violently, trying to erase the memories.

"I need more booze."


Rising with a sigh, she grabbed her coat as she headed for the door; Pulling it tightly around her as she left, only to realize it was starting to sprinkle. Little drops of water splashing her face, running down the glass of car windows; Like the tears that has been running down her face all day.

With another sigh, she headed down the street to the convenience story two blocks away. Raina just wanted the day to end, it had started out worse enough, and now she was wallowing in her own grief. Every year, she knew this day would come, and she knew she would spend it in despair; This year had been the worse of all though.

She had started the day out by wrecking her car, not her fault, some idiot had hit her in the intersection. She had made it out without a scratch, but her Ford Focus had been ruined. After that, she had not thought things could get worse.

They had though, losing her job because one of her employees had accused her of stealing. Lional, that b*****d, had set her up; All because she had refused his invitation to dinner.

After she had been fired the day had been filled with moments of discomtempt. Little anomalies here and there that only made her day that much worse. Which was why she was here now, walking down the side of the road, alcohol present on her breath. All she wanted was one more bottle to go home and curl up with.

She couldn't bring herself to do it though. Standing at the back of the store her eyes wandered over the many contents of the coolers. She leaded forward, pressing her forehead to the cold glass and sighed for the hundredth time that day.

"What would Beaux or Rosey think if they saw you now."

She said to herself, trying to pull away from the temptation. Beaux, Rosemarry, she missed her sisters. Miss her brother Kayne, her parents. If they were here now they would chaste her for the condition she was in.

They weren't here though, they never would be. Still, they were surely chasting her all the same from wherever they were, and with that thought she pulled away from the cooler, gabbed a soda and headed for the front desk.


Walking back to her condo she sipped on the drink, letting all the memories wash over her now. There was no use holding them back, they would force their way through her shield eventually. It was easier to ride the pain, than be taken over by it.

She had been sixteen when they were killed; The man who she had thought was the love of her life had been their killer. For seven months they had been dating, and she felt like she was on top of the world. Then one night, Thomas had come to her house, distressed.

Raina had tried to calm him down, tried to get him to talk about whatever had happened; But he had said she wouldn't believe him. She wouldn't give up though, they were dating, he should have been able to tell her anything. So she pushed, and pushed, until he snapped.

She still didn't remember how she had wound up on the floor with him on top of her. She was bleeding, but she couldn't tell from where, or what had happened. The commotion had brought on the attention of her sisters, Beaux and Rosey had come storming into the front room, their eyes showing instant fear as they caught glimpse of the scene before them.

Everything after that she couldn't remember clearly. One moment Thomas was on top of her with crushing weight, and the next he was gone. There was a scream, and Rosey was laying on the floor. There was so much blood seeping from her neck as Rain crawled to her in shock.

She was still breathing but her eyes were glassy, not focusing on anything. Another scream and a loud thud, more blood, so much blood. She looked up at Thomas then, he was laughing, not in humor, but in hysteria.

His mouth was covered in blood, she saw the glint of fangs; Raina turned away from the sight as a hand fell over her shoulder. Beaux was there, coughing up blood as she attempted to speak.

"Run." She whispered, as more blood fell from her lips.

After that she blacked out, the memories buried deep within her mind where she could not reach them. The next thing she remembered was finding Thomas back in the kitchen, her mothers pearls in his hand covered in blood.

She couldn't remember thinking about it, she only acted. Moving slowly to stand before Thomas with horror filled eyes. One second he was there, smiling down at her, and the next his face was pinched in pain.

Raina looked down to see a knife sticking out of his chest as she pulled her hand away from the hilt. She ran, afraid of what he would do to her, afraid of what she had just done. Somehow she knew he was not dead.

So she ran to her fathers study and broke the glass to his showcase, grabbing the gun just as Thomas entered the room. She slid the clip into the base, raised her arm, and fired.

To this day, Raina couldn't understand why Thomas had not fought back, why he had just stood there, and let her kill him. Even after the clip was empty she had stood there, pulling the trigger over and over again; Then finally, with a sob she threw the gun away and ran to his body, falling to her knees in his blood.

For minuets on end she waited for him to breath, for his chest to rise and fall. She had seen what he had done, drinking the blood of her family; She had seen the fangs, his strength. He couldn't be dead.

He was a vampire, it wasn't supposed to be that easy.

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[nostal]

show, dont tell haha aside from that and a bit of repetitive tics like saying its raining two times, your style is quite effective.