Bitten

After we finish our ice cream Wes insists that we should walk around the city but I do not see the point of it. I know the city well but he says that the city is different now that we are vampires, there are sights, and smells that I have never experience. I fight him on it.

“Wes, I let you take me out now I want to go home,” I stand firmly not giving him anyways of fighting me. We are standing outside the park and it is getting dark. This is my choice. I decide if I live or if I choose to die. I cannot do this alone and I want his help on it. He has made it clear that he does not want me to die.

“But Ab-” He starts as I narrow my eyes.

“No, I am drained. I need time and apparently, that is something I have plenty of. Now just let me have it.” Wes lowers his eyes in defeat and nods his head.

“Fine, let me take you home!” He tries to pass me but I sidestep him block his way.

“Can you stop treating me like a child? I can walk myself home.” There is a flash of anger in his eyes but he quickly hardens his eyes turns around and walks away from me. He wants to help me I know. Wes needs to realize that I will accept his help if and when I need it and at the moment all I want to do is be left alone.

“Do whatever you want Abigail? I’m tired of trying. I’m leaving,” a part of me wants to apologize but a bigger part of me does not mind. I walk away as well in the opposite direction. It is dark as I make my way down the street; there are not any streetlights on this street. Maybe I should head back, ugh why am I worried I’m a freakin vampire. A smirk appears on my face and I walk down the street with a little bounce in my step.

“No!” A scream fills the air as I am halfway down the block. “Pwease.” That voice I know it, “Machon!”

Hannah, where is she? If I were still human I know what my reaction would have been, panic. Now I let my instincts take over and they lead me towards Hannah’s voice. I run towards the next street and my feet abruptly stop and I look halfway down the street and there is Hannah, tears running down her face, the gasps for air is pounding in my ears. I look a bit further up and Mason is on the ground with three guys towering over him.

“Why are you here? Did Sam send you?” The voice is angry and aggravated.

“Hannah, run!” Mason screams ignoring the men around him trying to keep his sister safe. She sobs and does not move. Mason tries to stand up but one of the guys kicks him in the stomach sending him back down to the street flat on his stomach. His face is press tightly against the street as the leader steps on top of his head keeping him in place.

“Leawe him!” Hannah cries and tries to run to him but the smallest less violent one grabs her and takes a couple of steps away from Mason.

Don’t you dare touch that her! My teeth grind together as I watch the man fight Hannah in his arms as she flails around trying to getaway.

I am running towards them. Trying to remember some self-defense moves I learned a while back but nothing is coming to mind. I am going to have to fake it. The leader pulls his leg back and pushes it forwards with speed heading towards Mason’s head, I am in front of him in a blink of an eye and grab the leader’s leg. His eyes widen with shock and tighten my hold on his leg; he yelps and tries to shake me off. I pull him closer to me.

“What do you want with them?” I hiss at him. My mouth starts to fill with some tingling liquid. The leader’s eyes widen.

“Your eyes!” I push his leg back and he hops a couple of steps back before he trips and falls on his ass. My fangs are out but I do not want to scare Hannah. I turn to face the other two men. They are looking at me as if this is a joke. I walk to the man with Hannah in his arms.

“Give her to me!” I glare at him and he hands her right over. “Hannah,” I say as soothing as possible. Her big eyes are on me and she wraps her tiny arms around my neck. “Mason, are you okay?” All he can manage is a groan. A cold hard thing presses against my skull.

“You should have minded your own business, you stupid girl.” I take back what I said about the small less violent man of the group, none of the other two held a gun to my head. Hannah has her face buried in my neck and Mason is out cold on the ground, should I take on these three guys with a child in my arms? They circle me so that I cannot escape.

“What do you want with them?” I say again, pulling Hannah closer to me as possible, and sidestepping so that I am next to Mason.

“We just had a couple questions for him,” the man cocks his head to the side indicating Mason.

Thump! The man to my right hits the ground. “What the hell?” The small man swings the gun around trying to catch whatever had paralyzed the man next to me; I try to cover Hannah as much as possible with my hands. I can hear soft footsteps around us, whatever it is it’s not human. The other man made a run for it; he did not get far when he vanished into thin air.

“Oh god, this can’t be happening!” The man with the gun gasp as his eyes dart in every which direction.

“Machon,” Hannah whimpers and her breath is warm again my skin.

“Shh, he’s okay!” Please be okay. Please!

“Take her and the child; I swear I won’t hurt you!” The man with the gun says to no one in particular, his eyes are bewildered and he is panicking in front of me.

“Well if that’s how you treat a lady, the world isn’t going to miss you.” The voice is coming from behind us and we both turn, there is no one there.

“Show yourself,” I get a glimpse of a shoe stepping in front of me when the small man turns wildly as if he was pushed. He pulls the trigger my knees buckle and body lowers over Mason with Hannah in the middle of us. My hands cover Hannah’s ears as she screams at the top of her lungs. Then silence falls upon us all at once, I had not noticed that my eyes were closed tight. I open my eyes and see a hand stretch out to me. I look at it and then look up some more until my eyes land on Wes’ brown soft eyes.

“Why are you always in danger when I find you?” He smiles at me. I take his hand and he pulls me up.

“Hannah,” I look down and she is fast asleep in my arms, tears still running down her cheeks, and her eyelashes stuck together. Poor thing it must have been too much for her, I look over at Wes and he is already looking at me. “Where’s shorty?”

He chuckles, “Don’t worry about him, he’s taken care of. Get home before something else happens to you,” he says and starts walking away.

“Hey, can you do me a favor?” One of his eyebrows shots up. The last thing I should be asking from Wes is for a favor after the way I have been acting with him. He stares blankly at me and shrugs.

“Can you give me a hand with,” I nod my head towards Mason on the ground.

“Where are you taking them?” He bends down and flings Mason’s body over his should as if he is carrying a baby.

“My place, I guess. I have no idea where they live.”

“Leave them here, he’ll wake up and then they will head home,” Wes suggests, “but if this is what you want I will do it. Race you to your place,” a smile appears on my face.

“How?”

“Let your instincts take over, come on!” Wes is out of my sight in a blink of an eye. Here goes nothing I relax my body and start running. I am running at normal speed but before I can start worrying the buildings around me blur pass me and it is as if my body knows exactly where to go. It stops at the bottom of my building stairs I climb them up slowly as I can. When I get to my place the door is open.

“Wes?” I step in slowly, I see a paper on the couch where Wes sat in earlier today I pick it up.

Beat you! I had some business to take care of. He’s in your bedroom he doesn’t quite fit in your small couch. See you later ~Wes

I drop the paper and walk to my bedroom. Mason is unconscious on my bed. “I guess we’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” I walk over to the couch and put a small pillow on the corner of the couch and lay Hannah there. Her eyes flutter for a second but she falls right back to sleep. I sit next to her and let today’s events invade my mind.

This morning I could not wait for death to come and take me. Rip me apart and send me where ever my kind goes. I could not wait for Death to scythe me into eternal darkness.

But a trip to the park has shown me two paths; one covered in crimson blood and the other showing all the options life has to offer.

Hannah chuckles in her sleep making me sink further into my seat, “Maybe I am not ready to give myself to the Grim Reaper just yet.”