Dead of night (Draft)

Clarabelle

I smelt the rain and the trees ahead. My mom focused on the wheel and said nothing while she drove. I was daydreaming once again. Pretending to be somewhere else as I always did. I didn't see why this place was supposed to be any different from the others places we'd lived at. Everywhere we went, we eventually had to move. My secret was frustrating, and what was worse, my mother didn't share my problem.
"We'll be able to stay this time sweetie." She told me, while pulling up to the new house. I had two weeks to get used to my new neighborhood before starting grade ten.
"I'm just glad I don't have to pretend to be an albino this time. That wig was ridiculous." I remember when I got my hair caught in a door in grade nine, and my bleach blonde wig came off. I saw my mother wince when I mentioned it. She tried so hard to help me fit in. This time we were going with the safe explanation for my pink eyes by saying my father was an albino instead of me. No one could question it since he wasn't around.
"You won't have to try hard to fit in this time Clara. This place rains a lot, and the winters are long. You won't have to worry about the sun, or hot weather. The school has a great art program too." She said while getting out of the car. I got out too, and looked at the mud stains on the car. I just helped washing it yesterday. I sighed and pulled out my bags from the back seat.
"Go on inside and take a look around, I'll take care of the stuff in the trunk." My mom told me. I swung my bag over my shoulder and walked in. The house was built in the twenties, and only some of the rooms were redone since it was originally built. The stain glass windows depicted mythical creatures, and the front door was a bright red. As soon as I walked in I could see the wooden staircase. To my right I saw the kitchen which was re done for sure. The living to the left room however had wallpaper that was so old I could smell it from the front hall. I went up the stairs to find my room. The walls were painted pure white, which was good for me. I wanted a color that didn't make it difficult for me to decorate my room nicely.
"Ouch!" My mothers voice came to my attention. She must have gotten cut. The smell of blood burned my nostrils and throat a few moments later, as the scent travelled through the air. I clenched my teeth and raced to her. She jumped as she usually did when I used my 'abnormal' speed.
"Don't do that!" She put her hand on her heart. I heard it racing.
"I didn't mean to frighten you, but I uh..." I looked down at the drop of blood oozing from her paper cut. She sighed, knowing she couldn't be mad at me for racing to her. I was protective, and couldn't help it.
"Well I'm fine, relax." She scrounged around for a Band-Aid. I took all my stuff up to my room, piling the boxes on top of each other. I had two weeks before school started to unpack and get everything ready. There was a large window in my room that faced the woods behind all the houses in the neighborhood. The smell of pine filled me up, making me forget the smell of my mothers blood. My throat still burned but I tried to ignore it. The tall trees almost distracted me from the huge doubt that this place wouldn't be any better. I let down my bronze colored hair from the high pony tail. The thick curls fell down to my hips. My pale skin could almost blend in with the walls. I had no beauty marks or blemishes accept a small heart shaped freckle on my right shoulder. My mother always told me my heart freckle made me special. I would always laugh at that thought. Of all the non human qualities I possessed, my only freckle was her favorite thing about me.
I knew why we were here. This town was the place where my mom met my dad. She went here one summer when she was twenty to spend time with my great aunt Penny who by now was deceased. She met my father at a library, and apparently shared the same taste in books. I didn't understand why she wanted to be here if thinking about him made her feel sad. I guess she did it for me.

Another car pulled up to our driveway the next day. Mom clapped her hands with excitement. I wasn't too happy about Debby finally living with us. I did like her, and she was the best girlfriend ever to my mother, but I didn't want her to be living in the same home as us. Nothing was wrong with her, it's just that my superb hearing made it difficult to ignore when she and my mother were making love. Debby was understanding which was one thing that helped me to warm up to her. She helped my mother accept herself and come out to my grandparents as bisexual. I'm not even sure my father had known about it, and I wasn't going to ask. Debby even accepted my secret. I hadn't wanted mom to tell her but if she was living with us it would be hard to stop Debby from finding out that I'm half vampire.
"Eleanor!" Debby called in a sing song voice, as she walked through the door. I crept to the top of the stairs and noticed she dyed her pixie cut blue. That was so much like her, to do things that a teenager would do. She wore converse and a hoodie, which contrasted against my mothers elegant vintage dress. She and I both had the same style.
"My love!" My mom embraced her lover. They passionately kissed, and I tried not to make a noise. Debby glanced up to me, and pulled away from mom.
"Well if it isn't Dracula, spying on us." She winked. I rolled my eyes at her.
"How was your drive?" I asked, zooming down the stairs. She never flinched at my speed or strength, which I admired. It took my mother ages to get used to it, and she still wasn't fully. She gave me a condescending look when I used my speed again.
"It was booooorinnnngggg." Debby dropped her bags, and of course went to the kitchen. My mom giggled slightly before following to her make something to eat.