I look around me. Thank goodness, it was just a dream. The collar of my nightdress is all wet. I'm sweating. Besides me, the clock shows that's three in the morning. I just have a few more hours before getting up for school. I turn and try to find sleep again, but it's futile. For some reason I can't shake away the uneasiness I felt in the dream. Rising from my bed, I walk to my bathroom and look at myself. I look awful. These dreams are getting a hold on me. My dark brown eyes are injected with blood. Sweat that smells like fear, drips down my neck. I wash my face in an attempt to fix my appearance a bit.
The next morning I wake all sore and confused. My neck and back, ache. It feels like I was hiking an impossibly high mountain or something. I remember last night but quickly dismiss the thought. It's just craziness. Mia's craziness. Why am I sore? I rub my hands up and down my arms and they are slightly different. They feel stronger. Toned. I walk to the bathroom and look at myself.I gasp.
The next morning I wake to find a black chest in front of my bed. It has some beautiful carvings. They look like symbols, ancient symbols. Lines form loops, waves, and circles. The chest is big, almost like one of my chest drawers. On the lid, there are some more symbols, or runes, I think. I can't be sure. I touch them and I feel a low bolt of electricity. I yank my hand away. This is too strange. But having the chest there or not, I have to get to class."Hey, I heard your birthday was yesterd
The next day I wake a little bit hazy. I don't even know how I managed to sleep. My head it's trying to process this...this thing. Vampire. I'm a freaking vampire. This kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life. Is it possible that everything once held in books and spread around like legends are actually true? Looking at the mirror I see my eyes going from soft brown to deep blue. I need to control this. How do I control this? Am I going to become a blood-sucking monster? I get out of bed and head to class, even though I know I won't be able to concentrate.
A few days have passed since the incident with Chris, but the rumors haven't stopped. They get worse the longer I don't deal with them. Kissing, making out, touching, first base, second base; the list goes on and on. My fury escalates by the day and by the weeks. I don't know what to say to him. I don't want him to remember what happened. What really happened? But what if he does remember? Will he be freaked? Who wouldn't? I just hope, that if he is, he doesn't start some kind of hunt, then it would be vampire huntings all over again like in the movies.
Dean is shaking me. His voice is far away, like a long lost whisper. My body is numb. I don't feel my legs, or arms, or body. My eyes are out of focus. I feel myself talking, but I don't hear myself. I know there are words in my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying. My throat hurts and it isn't because of blood. I'm not moving my lips; I'm screaming, over and over again. Dean keeps shaking me. I come back to my senses. I stop."Alice, what's wrong? What happened?" He places his hands on my ar
We haven't seen a lot of Megan around, not since we discovered that she is a Deamhan. We have taken a few precautions though. I finally have started to wear the red teardrop pendant that Mia had given to me in the black chest. It's a jasper stone. Very pretty; it's highly known for its protective qualities. Also, I've been carrying around a small pocket knife in my jeans or inside the boots I wear. This was insisted by Mia, even though I think I can protect myself on my own, without the help of knives or any objects. I may not know what my full powers are, but I'm sure instinct will kick in when I need it.
I have evaded William completely since that night. In class, I seat far back. On the hallways, if he's coming I find another path or simply turn around. I just don't know what to say to him. I already can hear his questions: "Why did you run? Is it that you don't like me? Is it Chris?" I really don't know how to handle it. Plus, I have had Britney following my every move lately. I guess that's because Megan isn't around and she is keeping an eye on me. No matter, Mia keeps her eyes on her.After classes, I go back to the commo