Emma couldn’t believe
her eyes. Being in the presence of so much blood, she couldn’t help but shake
herself. Wanting it and yearning for it. She was a young teenage vampire
herself, but her father always made sure she did right and stuck to having her
humanity on knowing the difference between right and wrong, who to kill what to
kill it was always the right way. She struggled as she tip toed elegantly like
a lady over the dead, the blood seeping through her nice heels, she was annoyed
now more than ever. Her own best friend the one she looked up to the one she
grew up with and who always had the head on their shoulders of right and wrong.
She always preached what her father was, was utterly horrid and that she would
never be like him, but as she walked and tried to step over all the bodies of
what looked like the entire school she couldn’t help but look at Cassidy with a
different demeanor a different feeling toward her.
Her whole life Cassidy preached and was always
there to help her no matter the cost. She was never into drinking and as Emma
peered at Cassidy as Cassidy lite another blunt, her face cringed in disgust.
I spoke, “What
you can’t handle a little blood and a little weed, you’re such a wuss Emma.
Look around you.” I waved my hands I the air and twirled as I didn’t care what or
who I stepped on and I laughed a pure evil laugh. “We’ve got what we always
wanted, no more stupid,” I picked up a jocks head by the hair as he lay dead
over the stairwell railing as I walked towards Emma. “Jocks,” I laughed at his
covered blood face and let go of his head as it flopped down hard where it lay,
and I walked toward Emma more. “Making fun of us, no more” I point to the
bitchy cheer captain and the squad as the lay in a corner. “Stuck up bitches
making fun of who we are just because of our family name. “
Emma listened to
the words; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Those hateful things
people said to us, yea they hurt but that didn’t mean she could just go kill
them. She was better than this. Something was wrong; someone had to have helped
me get here to help her, but who. Emma shook her head at the thoughts, it didn’t
matter right now what mattered, even if she wanted to bitch slap Cassidy she couldn’t
she had to help her. Emma thought she couldn’t do this with her humanity on,
she would have died before hurting a hair on anyone even the nasty kids at
school. Emma remembered the words as it was yesterday, Cassidy always said karma
would one day find them, that she would let the words roll off her like a grain
of salt and just finish school and move on. She had to be the better person
even if they pushed and pushed she wouldn’t ever push back, but this, this wasn’t
like the girl Emma knew. This was her father, this was worse than her father.
Emma looked around, left and right as she turned her head as her hair moved
slightly off her shoulders and back on. Each direction she turned there was
blood, and bodies piled. Like it was a game of sorts to her, this wasn’t your
normal everyday feeding this was a massacre of hate. Emma breathed slowly in
and slowly out as she closed her eyes and reopened trying to not let the scents
get to her. Emma had to be there for Cassidy not change herself just for the
taste of the blood that lay before her.
As Emma just
stood there, I couldn’t help but have a smirk creep upon my features. I took my
hand, dry blood engulfed my whole arm, and I pulled back a piece of hair from
my face. I stood there now close to Emma leaning on the other side of the
railing, putting on foot with my high healed boot on one stair and the other
standing straight as I bent over hunched toward Emma, I let my tongue escape my
plump lips going across one fang and over my lips biting down on my bottom lip
as my eyes searched Emma cold. I didn’t see her as my best friend, I saw her as
an enemy here to destroy all I worked hard on completing on my own. I took the
charge in making it happen, the least Emma could do was thank me, instead the
look on her face was priceless. The utter disgust in her eyes and the curl in her
lip she always did when she hated the site of things. I couldn’t help but take
my hand on the railing and feel my chin in a manner as if I was playing a game
of cat and mouse trying to see what her next move would be. The thoughts of
really not caring at this point were beyond my control. The voices chiming over
and over again in my head that all she wanted was the power she could get over
me. She wanted me back to the wimpy puny girl I was, but I wasn’t going to have
it. Whatever she did whatever she said. I would fight it if it was the last
thing I could do. “Like I said before, Can I help you?”
Emma heard the
words as she scrounged up her features, her blue hues now a vibrant color. She
She had
to make her see her ways, pick up the pieces, burn this place to the ground so
she could finally move on, but first she had to get her back. By any means
possible if it was the last thing she could do.was angry, angry at the fact her own best friend spoke so coldly to her. She
had known Cassidy far too long to let her just throw away everything to become
the thing she hated most, her
father. Cassidy breathed once more as she let her
hands go from her waist down as she breathed out. Emma looked up at Cassidy, she
had to choose her words wisely to get through. She knew she could either yell
at her frantically and knowing that route it would probably make Cassidy either
mad or laugh at her for trying. She knew that being mad wouldn’t help the
situation so she decided to go the only route she knew would hit home to Cassidy. It was the only thing she could do, she had to make her feel again make
her realize all she had done, and once she realized it Emma would be there by
her side to pick up the pieces. Even though Emma was never the type to give
comfort, she really didn’t know how and with the life she had and what she was
going through that all seemed so microscopic to what Cassidy was going through.
She thought she lost everything, a boy a father her grandmother; everyone she
called family, but what she didn’t see plain in front of her eyes she didn’t lose
everyone. She didn’t lose her.
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