Teen Vamp

This is an uber-cool story written by one of my best friends, this is only chapter one...

Chapter 1

 

 

“Jenny, stop your nonsensical behavior! By the time I get home, I’ll be out of breath and it’ll be your fault that I suffocated to death.”

Jenny silently walked up to me and pinched my nose. “I’m sorry, have you died yet?”

“Seriously, we need to get home before anyone gets worried and mad,” I said. I quickened my pace leaving jenny far behind and buried to her neck in trouble. I knew what was best. She knew that too. Our parents would definitely get really mad at us if we were home after six o’clock.

“Wait up. I think I saw something moving over there and it’s creeping me out. Save me!” Jenny said.

I snorted and then, turned to where she was pointing and moved slowly toward it. “It’s probably just a little bunny rabbit or something.”

“It was holding some other animal or something, but I didn’t see what. It still looked human.” She covered her hazelnut eyes with her hands. For the first time today, I was scared. If Jenny the brave was scared of this thing, then I should be too. “Be careful Emi!”

That warning made it worse. What if it killed me and I never got to see my parents again or I lived the rest of my life in shock and was petrified or what if the thing simply left and never came back. I liked the third one best. I didn’t get much more time to think because I had gotten to the truly bright green bush. I halted and peered over the thick yellowish-green leaves into the maze of branches. What I saw surprised me; I thought that it was just a harmless girl, but no. I found out that I was wrong.

I jumped back as the flawless body of a fifteen-year-old girl sprang from the bushes. ‘Who are you?” I asked.

“Nobody you need to know. Why is your friend scared of me?” she said.

I turned towards Jenny, who was being cowardly, probably feigning. I took three strides and plopped down beside her on the moist grass. “why are you scared,” I asked, “of this girl?”

“She’s not a simple girl like us, Emi. She different, I can sense it.”

The strange girl glared at her as if what Jenny said were true. She glided towards us as though she were on a tidal wave that brushed up onto the shore where we sat. Then, grabbing Jenny’s shoulder, she opened her mouth and I saw two little glints coming from her teeth. Jenny thrashed wildly as the perfect being bit her in the neck.

“What have you done?” I demanded. The thrashing had stopped and Jenny’s limp body was held in long, slim fingers clenched into a fist. The nails of these were long talons, but what really frightened me, was that there was blood dripping on them. I instantly knew it was Jenny’s. I screamed and looked in horror first at Jenny, then, at the bizarre teenager.

Her face was smothered in blood and her teeth were bared and ready for a fight. Her once blonde hair now looked like ketchup. What had changed the most, were her eyes. Whilst I had met her, they had been green; now they were black. I was shaken and scampered away from the beast. She flung Jenny’s. She suddenly broke into a sprint and shot past me while trying to rearrange her hair.

I crept towards Jenny’s body and immediately felt tears well up in my big amber eyes. I shivered at the thought of what people would say. They would think I was a teenage psycho who had killed her best friend. Think what they may, I was innocent and the worst part was, I, alone knew it.

I stared with blurry eyes at Jenny. She had been dressed and groomed for picture day. Her best outfit lay on her tan skin, but what made me cry the most was her face. Her black curls bounced for the last time around her slender face and stretched down to her waist where a pair of jeans hung loosely at her hip bone. Her purple t-shirt read “Vampires suck. . . blood” in black ink. Jenny’s calm face startled me. Why would a girl who had been murdered be so calm? Had she wanted to die? Impossible to know. Smears of a red substance stretched across her face. Her long lashes spread out like a fan over her silver eyes.

She had been my best friend and everyone at school was her friend, we were popular. Now, nobody would get the chance to know her better.

I picked her up with ease and clutched her tightly against my chest. I headed towards an empty construction sit. When I had gotten tired of hauling her around with a blood-drenched shirt, I set her down in a sitting position against a large trash bin. I seated myself next to her and confessed everything I had ever done that had hurt her.

“I’m s-s-sorry ‘bout the time I t-told every-everyone about,” I sobbed, “your s-s-s-s-secret.”

Her body remained still, but was now completely drained of color.

“I wish I could talk to you again Jenny! It’s only been ten minutes since you died, yet I feel that my soul has been ripped apart and put into a shredder. Please,” I begged, “come back to me. I can’t continue like this! What did I do that was wrong to deserve this?”

At those words, her body fell onto my shoulder and I, thinking she had magically been revived, grabbed her and pulled her into a huge hug.

I pushed her out to look at her, but my disappointment overwhelmed me it was almost impossible to describe the sadness in me. I watched from behind the garbage disposal at a group of little girls with baby faces and rosy red cheeks. Their little dresses made the sidewalk look like a rainbow or as if an artist had exploded his paints all over. They all smiled with their tiny teeth and skipped along while two middle-aged women trailed behind in jogging outfits and pushing two strollers, one green and the other yellow.

I despised them all from the moment I saw them. They were happy and nobody, in my opinion, should be happy and joyful. I burst out and into their path. They all backed away at the sight of my shirt.

“Why are you so happy? Why should anyone be happy? Today is a bad day! I have one more question for you: Why is it that all humans act, at one point in their life, as if they had finally found their utopia? Huh? Why?” I shrieked.

The mothers, I presumed, speed-walked to the front of the procession and pushed the rainbow clan behind them. They stared at me and horror and one of the girls said something about a weirdo, scary, older sister girl. One mother went back to turn the whole thing around in order to get away from me.

“What’s a utopia?” a squeaky voice asked. I suddenly realized that it was the mom standing in front of me. She was worried and scared at the same time. Her face formed a frown, but halfway down her face you could see the frightened look that was engraved in her memory forever. I would never forget this. To me, it would be a memory of how horrible I was and also a reminder of Jenny’s death.

“Go on! Leave me in my grief-stricken state!” I yelled at her.

“Are you okay? You look quite horrible. Why don’t you come to my home and get freshened up?” asked the amiable woman.

“Please, help me. I can’t take any more today! It would just be easier if you could just kill me. I will die anyway! What’s the big deal?” I pleaded. Tears ran down my cheeks and dripped down from my chin.

“I can’t do that, sorry. You cannot ask me to commit a serious crime. I wouldn’t be able to bear it and the loss of a young girl will help-” she began.

“IT WILL HELP ME!” I blurted loudly. One of the girls behind her, dressed in yellow, covered her ears. Pfft, I thought, little kids. I reluctantly joined the second mother in the back. “Alright,, I’ll come with you.”

“Good! Girls! Back to the house we go!’ said the woman next to me. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high bun that almost tore her skin off while neat bangs caressed her forehead.

I couldn’t believe how easily I had been convinced. I thought about other possible events that could have happened on the lengthly walk to the lady’s house. I realized that I didn’t even know her name and prepared mentally to ask her what it was. “What’s your name?” I asked her.

“I’m Layla Melbin and my companion’s name is Kara Hendrickson,” she answered. Her black hair and grey eyes reminded me of Jen, my dead friend Jen. Her body actually looked like it was used to being clothed in jogging outfits and was full of curves. Most mothers in San Francisco only bought them because it made them look athletic and healthy.

“Oh. My name is Emily,” I murmured. Then, everyone stopped and turned towards a beautiful garden full of green grass and any kind of flower you could imagine. There were carnations, hydrangeas, roses, birds of paradise, tulips and many more that were unknown to me. Watching helped calm down and become peaceful. I had expected something extraordinary from Mrs. Melbin, but this was completely out of range of what I had imagined.

“We’re here!” sang the sweet voice of Layla Melbin. The very sound of her voice made you think of honey and a sweet perfume all mixed with the most beautiful bird’s voice. I forgot, for a moment, about my troubles and absorbed all the happiness I could get from her words.

I trudged along behind them and entered the most amazing house I had ever been in. The couches were a wild color of violet while the pillows were a light shade of green. The curtains that hung in front of the mark-free windows were brown with green tassels. A big rug laid out in front of me was all brown with white designs. The wooden planks underneath it were a deep chocolate color and had blackened parts spattered across them. I stared in awe as the rest of the group moved on into the kitchen. Then, I heard something I didn’t expect.

“Hi Jeremy!” exclaimed the group of girls in unison.

A male voice muttered a few words and then, footsteps could be heard leaving the room and going up the stairs.

I wandered over to where the little girls were and sat down in a mahogany swivel chair. The kitchen was unusual in its own way. The color scheme in here didn’t match the entry way at all. the chair I sat on was painted black and the floor was a color somewhere in between white and cream. The tile counters were red and the island in the middle of the room was black.

“What shall we do now?” asked Mrs. Hendrickson to the girls. “You,” she directed to me, “you can go take a shower upstairs and Mrs. Melbin will get you some clothes. If you need any help, Jeremy is up there. Okay? Why don’t you meet him? JEREMY!”

“Coming! I’m coming!” said Jeremy.

I heard a slew of thumps coming from upstairs and headed to the staircase. I made my way up to the bathroom, if I could find it. I turned the corner upstairs and ran straight into Jeremy Melbin, Layla’s son. He stepped back to observe me and then opened his mouth to speak.

“You need a towel,” he said. He reminded me very much of Jenny too, but I didn’t ant to think about it. I would collapse if I had any more outbursts today.

I had woken up this morning in a perfect state, gotten ready for picture day, eaten breakfast, and gone to school like any normal kid, but this afternoon, I was a grief-stricken teen who had just lost her best friend.