I walked out of the coffee shop, my head down and my heart in pieces. I'd been invited to the shop by my friends and my boyfriends for a night out, and I had pulled up feeling excited. I parked and walked in, and I knew something was wrong. My boyfriend had his arm around my best friend, and she had her hand on his thigh.
I stopped dead in my tracks, my throat closing up. At that moment, one of my other friends had looked up. Her name was Kate, and she was a really sweet, down to earth girl. She gave me an evil smile and beckoned me closer, and I took a few hesitant steps forward before she got up and dragged me to the table.
"Hi, Kass, nice to see you." She said with a sneer.
"Oh, yeah, Kass. Great to see your shining face again." Leslie sneered. She was my bestfried; the one with her hand on my boyfriend.
"We need to talk." Jason, my boyfriend, said.
"We do have a few things to say to you, Kass. Like that we think that you're a stuck up, selfish bitch." Kate said uninteresdedly.
"And that you're ugly and disgusting." Maria added.
"Don't forget that you're a fat whore." Leslie pitched in, her voice high and sharp.
"I think I have the most to say." Jason cut in. "I think that you're a compulsive bitch who doesn't know when to back off. And you're a prude. We've been together for six months, and you've never done more than kiss me. I'm so tired of the way you act, and the way you look. That's why I decided to move on to bigger and better things." His hand moved up to Leslie's chest, and I felt my face redden.
"Why are you still here? Don't you know that we're done with you?" Kate said cruely, staring me down.
I turned and walked out of the warm coffee shop and into the winter night, my heart slowly shattering. I couldn't think, I couldn't see, I couldn't feel anything. The only thing on my mind was that I wasn't good enough.
I walked across the street, feeling dead inside. My boyfriend and my friends had ganged up to tell me that I was worthless and that they didn't want me around them. If that wasn't enough to kill a person, I didn't know what was.
Walking down the alley between Harvest Moon bread and Pennyway's Jewlery, the darkness enclosed me. Cold wind blew on my exposed skin, the jean and t-shirt I'd chosen to wear inside obviously not enough to keep me warm outside. My coat was in the car, but right now the cold felt good. It felt like something.
Suddenly, I was snatched backwards into the shadows by hands around my waist. I didn't respond, didn't cry out. I didn't have enough energy to care anymore.
I could smell her the moment she left the coffee shop. She smelled like vanilla and brown sugar, and when the coffee mixed with her scent, I had to force myself to stay calm until she got into the shadows.
I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against me, relishing in the warmth of her body. I waited for her to respond, to scream and kick and cry out, but she didn't do anything. She stood limp in my arms, quiet and staring off into the distance.
I was shocked; I'd never been in this position before. My prey had always made too much noise, and I'd been forced to silence them quickly. She hadn't. I released my arms and stepped away, watching to see what she did. If she ran, I'd go after her. She wouldn't get far.
She didn't move, just continued staring off at nothing. I walked around and looked into her eyes; her eyes were a deep emerald green, but they looked empty. Her hair was black, long and blowing around her face in the cold. She was wearing very few clothes for a human in this weather, but she didn't seem to feel the cold.
I looked at her again, shocked speachless. I had no idea what to do, so I did the first thing that popped into my head.
I picked her up bridal style and took off running back tot he house; father would know what to do.
When I got to the house, the guards didn't even stop me; they just opened the gates and let me in. I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell with my elbow, my hands being already occupied.
My father opened the door, his face stern and sharp. When he saw me, though, it softened.
"Erik, what's going on? I thought I told you to keep your snacks outside." He scolded me as he continued to look down at the girl in my arms.
"We need to talk about her, father. She's...different." I said slowly. "She didn't react when I grabbed her, and I think something's wrong with her. She looks...dead inside. I can't explain it."
Father reached for her hand, and the second he did he pulled away. "She's as cold as we are. Take her upstairs and put her in one of the guest bedrooms; we'll talk while she warms up."
I climbed up the stairs slowly, unsure what this girl would mean for us. For our kind, and for our world.
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Spirit and DiscordFantasy
Kassidy finds herself crushed after her friends and boyfriend abandon her for 'bigger and better things'. Soon thereafter, she is attacked by a vampire, and taken to his home. What happens when you introduce a broken human girl into a mansion full o...