The Vampire's Witch

One

My phone rang for the third time in the past hour, Quinn was getting irritable. I realized I was supposed to be out of the house less than thirty minutes ago, but it was really hard trying to get ready when one of your parents could walk in any minute now.Every time the phone vibrated, I jumped, and I couldn't afford to mess this up because liquid eyeliner was damn near impossible to get off.

I did understand her excitement though, we were living in the middle of Bumfuck, Louisiana. Also known as Baton Rouge. There was nothing more to do besides drink a ton and hookup with whoever was willing to. Personally, I could if I would. But my father was the strictest man alive. This is why sneaking out tonight was so important.

Mardi Gras.

A huge celebration, that probably had religious value, but for people like me, it was a party. People all over the world goes to Mardi Gras to do one thing, get f****d up. I normally didn't do this. I am not a heavy drinker, but what the hell? Tonight, could possibly change my life. A hook up, drinks, and Linkin.

Why shouldn't I go?

The phone rang again, Islam my make-up down and pick up the phone to answer it.

"What?"

"I am outside! Come on, it's f*****g freezing out here." Quinn said, there was a growl in her voice. It was true, it was pretty nippy in March.

"I'm coming." I murmur.

I threw my leg over the ledge of my window and looked down, Quinn was standing down in the streets with her arms around her torso, shivering. Why was she wearing barely nothing?

I swung myself over to the nearby tree and climbed down the branches. Once I hit the bottom of the tree, I skipped over to Quinn.

Quinn was a tall skinny girl, with a flat butt and big t**s. With her wearing cut off shorts and red heels. Her shirt was a cut up muscle shirt with Led Zeppelin on it.

"Why are you dressed like we are going to church?" Quinn asked.

"Why are you dressed like a stripper who's rent is due?" I asked.

Quinn smiles and winks at me. By the time we got to the car I was also shivering. "Why did you guys park so far?" I asked.

"Because your dad isa f*****g hard ass, that's why."

"Agreed." I muttered

I checked my make-up in the mirror. My eye-liner turned out well for how many times it was disturbed tonight. Though, my once tight curls had fallen into loose curls.

The car ride to the city was long. Mike was driving, while I sat in the front seat with Quinn in the backseat. By the time we got there, my only desire was to return to my room.

Parking also was a nightmare.

When we finally got settled in the crowd, drinks were to be found. Mostly calm drinks. I danced onQuinn all night. It felt so good. We had got there at nine, and by twelve, I was properly s**t faced.

Quinn stumbled towards me while I danced on some stranger. "There's a bonfire, Linking is going to be there." she said,

I smile, "Lets go then."

When we arrived to the bonfire, which was only fifteen minutes away, we stumbled in on the action. It looked like a hot mess of a party. Everyone who was there was already as trashed as me, just slurring around, no real goal.

"There's Linkin." Quinn said, smiling.

I looked over at the tall, dark, and handsome boy in the center of the bonfire. He was standing there looking like a cold glass of water in the middle of the Arabian desert. When Linkin caught sight of me, he smirked, that slow grin he did whenever we made eye contact. Almost like we both knew a secret no one else did.

My momma certainly wouldn't approve of a boy like Linkin. He was too sleazy, too manipulative, and too handsome. I was sure that my sober mind would put hazard flags all around Linkin.

But my mind under the influence had me walking right over to him.

"Well you're looking pretty hot for it to be so cold out." Linkin said.

"Flattery gets you nowhere." I said.

"Does drinks get me anywhere?"

"Of course. I came to party." I giggled nervously, something besides his height intimidated me.

"Well I got some moonshine. You want some?"

"Moonshine?"

"It's like alcohol but better."

I smiled,"Okay."

Mistake #1.

Linkin led me to the drink stand where he poured me a red cup of moonshine.

I took the cup and took a large swig.

Surprisingly it wasn't as bitter as I expected. It was actually good. I began to drink it skillfully.

"Damn, you drink like a pro."

That was the last thug I remember before I was slow grinding in Linkin with a very large audience.

My brain was fuzzy and allI wanted was to dance. I didn't care what I needed to do to dance.

"Let's take this party to a more private location." Linkin offered.

I had no clue what he meant by that, but I channeled my inner Quinn, and just decided to go with it.

I giggled and followed him deeper into the woods.

Linkin pushed me up against the tree and I kissed him roughly.

The kiss wasn't sweet. It was sloppy and messy. Most of the time his tongue was all over my chin and upper lip. This was nothing like I imagined my first kiss to be.

I pushed Linkin back and he smirked, he felt so confident in that terrible kiss.

I giggled, "You're so bad at that."

"Like you're any better." he teased, kissing me again.

I pushed him back,"This is my first kiss, and I still can kiss you better."

Linkin ignored my statement and began gnawing on my neck. I was so uncomfortable. It didn't feel good.

In books and movies they make neck kissing to be like heaven, but this was uncomfortable. He was constantly nipping my flesh way too violently.

"Okay, stop. I want more drink." I slurred.

"Not yet. It'll be there when we get back."

"I said I want a cup." I snapped.

"Fine. I'll get it.Just stay here." he said, walking away. I smirked and watched him go away.

"Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave." I teased.

I sat in the silence waiting for Linkin.

There was a rustle in the trees that I heard, "You move fast."

The rustle moved in a different direction.

"Linkin, don't play games. Tonight is the worst night."

My heart thumped louder and I was scared.

"Boo!" I heard him yell. I screamed terrified.

"Linkin! Damn you!" I yell.

"Whatever, take your damn drink." he chuckled.

He walked towards me and in a flash his head was broken and he was lying on the ground. It was if a blur of fast paint broke his neck.

Shock filled me so fast that I couldn't even scream.

Standing in Linkin's place was a feral looking guy who was terrifying.

"You're coming with me." he growled.