Chapter Two

"I got trouble, trouble, trouble, always knocking at my door..... Yes im a whole lotta trouble baby, just like a kid in a candy store...." -some song that popped in my head by i dont remember who

 

 

 

Chapter Two

I smiled and walked outside to enjoy the moonlight. I suddenly smelled the sweetest thing I had ever smelt. I forgot my earlier feeding and followed the sweet smell of blood. Normally, I was great around people. But when I smelt blood, it got kind of hard to keep control of my actions. But the smell of this blood, it was different. I heard yelling as I headed toward the town and the smell led me towards it. I peeked around the corner of a strange alley I never realized was there. Peering down it, I saw two guys, looking about twenty, having it out at eachother. One had a bloody nose, and the other one was bleeding from the lip. I never had to fight myself like this before. It took all my strength not to run out there and drain both of them from their blood. I then realized that only one had the sweet scent, and I couldn’t figure out whom. Finally the guy with the bloody nose ran off. The guy who was bleeding from his lip watched him go with clenched fists. He suddenly collapsed and hit the ground with a thud. I ran over to him and looked down at him. Once again the sweet smell overwhelmed me as I realized it was this man. The smell of alcohol mixed in the air; I noticed both men must have been drinking. I now looked down at the strange man’s honey brown eyes. I lifted his head off the ground with one hand. My instincts told me to hurry up and drink while I could, but another part of me told I shouldn’t. He closed his eyes softly and opened them again.

“Who are you?”

I looked down at him, not knowing whether or not I should reply, and if so, what would I say? I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I starred into his gorgeous eyes, getting lost in the honey brown mixture. I finally caught my voice, but it came out choked.

“Roxy”

The guy nodded and suddenly his eyes closed. I held my breath, not sure whether he had died or passed out. I looked down at his bloody lip. The blood teased me as it ran down his chin. I wanted to drink it so badly, but I couldn’t. I just stayed there, frozen. I slowly lifted up my hand and put it on his throat, trying not to touch the blood on his chin that slowly was making it down to the front of his neck. I held in my breath and pressed my fingers against his warm skin. I felt a pulse and let out my breath in relief. I stood up and slowly picked him up, struggling every inch of the way. I barley made it home by the time the sun was just showing above the horizon. I walked up the stairs, still carrying the strange guy. I set him down on the couch in my living room.

I left for a moment and came back with a damp washcloth. Part of me wanted to wipe the blood off of his face, and the other part wanted to finish him off, end his life. I knew I couldn’t do that. People would notice if he went missing. I looked down the stairs and saw a little ray of morning sunshine sparkle through. I shuddered and looked back at the man. I took the wash cloth and dabbed his chin with it. I pulled the wash cloth back to me and smelt the wonderful smell again. I looked at the blood on the washcloth, wanting to sink my teeth into it. I quickly shoved the thought away and continued to wipe his face off. When I was done, I finally got a good look at him. He had dark, sort of curly hair. It fell into his face, covering his eyes. I carefully reached my hand forward and moved it to the side. He was so warm. I never had really touched a human, unless I was going to eat him or her. But this was different. I moved my hand back to my side. I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kill him. I moved my head down to him, hearing the steady pulse through his veins. I could feel my two, sharp, upper canine teeth growing. They begged me to sink them into his skin. I leaned back quickly and backed out of the room. I walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed. I looked at the floor.

“What am I doing?”

I felt a tear run down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. Why did it hurt so bad to not kill him? I heard movement in the other room. I took a deep breath and walked into it slowly. The guy was sitting now, rubbing his head where it had hit the ground. He looked at me.

“Where am I?”

“You’re at my house… What were you doing fighting that other guy?”

He smiled weakly.

“He ticked me off”

I nodded and decided not to bug him with a bunch of questions. I looked down at the floor as his smell suddenly hit me again. I turned my head away from him to breath in some normal air.

“Why did you do it?”

I turned around and looked at him curiously.

“What?”

“Why did you take me here, instead of leaving me there?”

“Oh… Someone could have just ran up and stole your wallet or killed you”

“That’s a lot to think of when you just see a random person”

I nodded slowly. The guy rubbed his bottom lip but quickly pulled his hand away.

“Ouch”

I looked at him concerned.

“Are you gonna be ok?”

He nodded and picked up the washcloth that I had left by him. He gently put it on his lip. I wanted to walk towards him, to breath in his sweet smell and drink his blood. I wanted it so badly. I stayed where I was.

“What's your name?”

He looked at me.

“Alexander, but you can call me Alex”

I nodded again.

“I'm sorry I dont really remember, but what's your name again?”

“Oh, Roxanne… Call me Roxy”

He nodded and scooted over on the couch. He patted it.

“I don't want to keep you from your own house”

His eyes smiled as he spoke. I walked toward him and sat on the edge of the couch. I tried my hardest not to breathe in his smell, even though I wanted to so badly. He gave me a look.

“Sorry if I don't smell very good. Last night was a long night”

The edge of his lips curled up as he spoke. I smiled.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude”

I know, I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I was secretly hitting myself in my own head. I stood up and walked toward the door.

“Uh… You can go home whenever you ne-I mean want to”

He nodded.

“Thanks”

His smiled disappeared, and he looked sad, or upset about something. I gave him a look.

“You do have a house, don't you?”

He looked at me.

“It’s nothing big, don't worry about me”

My heart started to pound as my mind raced.

Maybe I can kill him

“Do you have family, or friends you can stay with?”

He smiled.

“Friends and family, yes. I'm in a small predicament since I can’t stay with any of my friends and I'm choosing not to stay with my family.”

I couldn’t stop myself. The words slipped before I could even think about what I was saying.

“You can stay here with me, if you want”

As soon as I said it I knew id regret it. A human could not live in my house. He’d discover I'm different than everyone else. He looked up at me, shaking his head.

“You’re inviting a complete stranger to live with you? I could be a serial killer”

I laughed inside my head. That’s nothing compared to me

“I have an odd ability to trust certain, random, people”

I forced a smile as I lied. Alex shook his head.

“No, I really shouldn’t”

“No, I insist”

I hated my stupid mouth. Why doesn’t it talk to my brain before it just says what it wants? Alex shrugged and looked at the ground.

“I guess I could stay for a while… As long as I'm not in the way or anything”

I shook my head.

“It will be fine”

He continued to look down at the ground, then he turned his gaze back at me.

“So, when does your boyfriend get home? Will he mind?”

The little people inside my head smiled at that.

“I don't have one… I live by myself”

Oh great idea, Roxy… Tell the hot, total stranger you live by yourself. Now he knows if he wanted to, he could kill you. I pushed the little voices away, ignoring them. I looked at Alex.

“So what happened? Why don't you have a house?”

“I got in an argument with my dad and got kicked out”

“Can I ask what it was about?”

“It was stupid… You’ll probably laugh”

“No, I promise I wont”

My curiosity drove at me, almost as much as the urge to kill him did. Thankfully the blood on his lip was drying, which meant I would be able to breathe again soon. He smiled.

“This is gonna sound ridiculous, but… My dad is a… Vampire hunter”

I froze. I tried to act like nothing was wrong. He continued to talk, not looking at me.

“He wants me to do it with him, but I don't believe they exist… I know, it’s stupid”

I nodded slowly, still trying to get the shock out of my system. Oh yeah, Roxy, have a crush on the vampire hunters son. Smart idea. I kicked my brain and it stopped talking again. Alex looked at me curiously.

“So do you have a job, or what?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. My mouth spoke automatically, for once doing me good.

“I have a night job”

He looked at me curiously.

“Doing what?”

I hadn’t thought of that. I said the first thing that popped into my head.

“I do the night shift at the zoo”

He nodded.

“Sounds interesting”

You have no idea. I mentally shot the little people dancing around in my skull. They stopped talking again. I looked over to him.

“What do you do?”

“I work at the bar that you found me behind”

I nodded.

“Is it day and night, or what?”

“Its night”

My brain sighed in relief. That should make it easier to live with him. Then it hit me. What's he gonna say when he notices I don't eat “normal” food, or drink water? What's he gonna say when he sees I only live on the top floor of an abandoned house? What's he gonna say when he discovers vampires do exist? My brain became frantic as I tried to figure out answers to all of his possible questions. Suddenly my brain was interrupted.

“Well, I should probably get some sleep since I have to work tonight”

I nodded.

“Oh, me too”

I walked out of the living room and closed my eyes. I couldn’t stand living with him. If he bled, the smell would drive me crazy. He’s human, he’s accident prone. It’s bound to happen, and one day, I'll slip. I walked into my bedroom and sat on my bed again. I sighed.

“What am I gonna do?”

I felt exhausted. I wanted to curl up and stare at my ceiling, which was what I ended up doing. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep sleep. I sat up as I felt my strength returning to me; and sadly, my hunger as well. I looked at my blinds. No light tried to escape into my room. I smiled. Standing up, I got another smell of Alex. I clenched my fists tightly and took a deep breath. He must be bleeding again.

“I can do this” I told myself quietly.

I slowly exhaled and walked out of my room. I could smell Alex’s sweet blood the closer I got to the living room. I heard him approaching me and I turned around to face him. He smiled. I saw his lip. It was torn again in the same place as before. It didn't bleed heavily now, but it was enough to attract my attention. My full attention. I mentally shot the voice in my head who promptly laughed in response.

“Uh, is it ok if I use your shower?”

I nodded and quickly walked off. I felt like I was being rude, but I had to get out of that house. I was gonna kill him. The voices in my head were arguing. Do I kill him? Do I keep him alive? Why am I making the decision I am? I shook my head and stopped. I smelt his blood again. I couldn’t help myself. I ran back into the living room and looked for the blood stained clothes. I couldn’t find them. I suddenly heard the water turn on in the bathroom. I ran to the door and put my hand on the doorknob. I stopped for a moment, trying to get a handle on myself. I sighed and let my hand fall, as I stepped back. I took a deep breath in, trying to calm myself, then smelt the blood again. I quickly reached forward and twisted the doorknob, and furiously paced in front of the door when it wouldn't open. He had locked the door. I stormed down the stairs and out the front door of my house. I gotta get out of here. I have to kill something. I have to do something. I just can’t be here.

I walked down the end of my driveway and sat there. I looked up at the moon. It was a crescent. I smiled at it and breathed in the night time air. I could feel self control slowly wadding back to me. I lay down on the cement and star gazed for I don’t know how long. Finally, when I knew I would be able to keep control of myself, I stood up and began to head back to my front door. When I got inside, I saw Alex standing on the bottom floor of my house, looking around. He glanced up at me, shock in his eyes.

“Why is there nothing down here?”

My voice caught in my throat and I scrambled for reasons.

“Ok, don’t tell anyone, but I dont exactly own this house. It’s abandoned and when little kids come snooping around, I don’t want them to know I live here. They all dare eachother to make it up the stairs, but not one of them ever does”

His face straightened and he smiled.

“That’s cool, I guess. Your secret is safe with me”
I sighed of relief. That was surprisingly easy.

Alex walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet.

“So what do you eat?”

I froze, wondering if that question was implying that I was a vampire, or the fact there was not a crumb of food in my house. I scrambled once again for reasons.

“I uh, I eat out. I hate doing dishes”

Alex gave me a curious look but nodded. I sighed again.

Ok, I think I can do this. I mean, so far the questions aren’t too hard. I’ll just think of more answers tonight. Alex walked up the stairs and talked over his shoulder.

“Would you mind if I brought some clothes and some food over?”

I shrugged.

“Why not?”

He turned and looked at me.

“You have got to be the strangest person I’ve met”

“Thanks?”

“Have your eyes changed color?”

I felt shock run through my body.

Oops. I forgot about that.

“Uh, yeah. They do that sometimes”

“Neat”

 

 

 

Author's Note

same as always, i wanna hear it all. I know im not great at the cliff-hangers for the ends of chapters, but do you still want to keep reading?

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I like it(:
Its pretty good.