Children of the Night

Chapter O N E

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  The cool mist swirled past my feet as I ran. I ran to the beating of a heart. The street lantern exploded as I ran past it, sending little embers to tingle on my face. I could feel it, the heart. It pounded loudly now, through my head, it shivered down my spine. Finally, I could see the girl sitting at the deserted bus stop. The moist air made her blonde hair stick to her terrified face. I would be terrified too, if I were the prey.

            “Get away from me you evil thing!” The girl screamed loudly. She could have sounded brave if her voice didn't falter as she spoke the word evil. I stepped into her view.

            “No,” I continued to walk closer to her, my feet making light sound on the asphalt. I was in arms reach of the girl. She scooted back, glaring daggers at me.

            “I said get AWAY!” The drenched girl stood up from the bench, madly flailing her arms around. She began to scream for help, but no one was there. It was just her and I, her beating heart and my selfish hunger. I eagerly eyed the girl's life line  in her neck, pounding hard and loud. A malevolent laugh bubbled in my throat; this girl was helpless.  Using my amazing speed and strength, I pinned her down on the bench and bit into her neck. The delicious warm metallic taste flooded my mouth. The warmth spread throughout my body and sent waves of a bittersweet pleasure through me. The girl's lip quivered and she whispered her last word.

            “Monster.”

            Sweat had soaked my bed, and left me shivering in its dampness. A soft light from the moon crept through my closed window, casting just enough light for me to crawl out of bed and change. I slipped my drenched tank top off and put on a giant shirt. A noise came from downstairs, making me jump. I was still jumpy from my dream. I had that same dream every night, but it would be a different person each time. The previous night, my human had been a very young boy. Around the age of ten. The hallway creaked loudly, making me jump back.

            “Mom?” The creaking stopped then started again, coming closer to my door. The door opened slowly but surely and in the doorway stood a shadowed figure. “Mom...What are you doing up?” I grabbed the hard metal flashlight that stood on my desk with trembling hands. The figure stepped in and swayed to my wall. My finger fumbled with the switch, but I managed to turn the light on and shine it at the shadow. A boy about my age stood looking at me with hard golden eyes.

            “What the hell!” I screamed, backing far away from him. The light shown went right through the boy's stomach, revealing my wall. My throat ached as I screamed, but I was cut off by the boy. He put his ghostly cold hand over my mouth.

            “I know what you did.” He hissed. I tried to bite his hand but I ended up biting my tongue. What did I do? He couldn't know...no it was impossible that he could know about my dreams. I threw the flashlight at him but it went right threw his head and smashed into my lamp, sending glass and sparks around my room.

            “Get out of my house!” I screamed. I tried to push him out physically. Then tried mentally. But he stayed in the corner of my room by the window and kept whispering I know what you are. Because I was one once.

My mom ran into my room and turned the light on.

            “Good heavens! What on earth happened in here?!” She said, concerned. Mom took in the sight of the smashed lamp, me crying to myself and silently whispering 'get it out'. My mom pulled me off of the floor and shook me. “Get what out? Miranda, get what out?” I pointed to the window corner, but the window was open and there was no sight of the golden eyed ghost boy.