One of a kind

Chapter 4

“Elsa you should join the cheerleaders, it would be so fun!” Amelia said her head resting in my lap. “What do you think?” Amelia looked over at Emica who’d she’d thrown her legs over, capturing her at the other side of the sofa. 

“Yeah, the uniform would look great on you.”

“Thanks, but cheerleading seems way hard. It’s a little for badass for me.” I drag my hand through Amelia's soft hair.

“Suit yourself,” She sat up, “Emica, can you walk me home?”

“Sure.” She said casting a sad smile in my direction as she stood up.

“See you on Monday?” I ask. Amelia moving to the entrance hall.

“Yeah.”

I tilt my head back on the sofa as I hear the door close. Highway to hell starts playing and I start bobbing my head to the beat closing my eyes. I sit there peacefully for a moment before forcing myself to my feet, heading out on the veranda. The stars were twinkling down at me for the night sky. The cold tries to dig itself into my skin. A group further away laugh as they kick a battered football between them. I should probably also start going home, but not just yet, I’m too lazy to get myself to stand up yet. Someone sits down beside me, throwing a blanket over me, that I pull closer to myself gratefully. I look over, it’s Athan. I sigh.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said, “I’m sorry, about before. You know how you just do stupid things sometimes before you think through it?”

“Yeah, all the time. It’s practically the story of my life. I forgive you.” I nudge him, “I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to lash out on you.”

Silent falls between. The song changes inside to a Bohemian Rhapsody. Whoever's party this is was, they have great music taste.

“Is there anything bothering you?” he finally asks.

“No,” I responded and before he manages to add any additional questions I added, “but I should be leaving.”

I stood up letting the blanket fall to the ground. I take long strides trying to get away from the party, leaving the good music behind me. I hear Athan jogging up to me.

“Let me walk you home.” I roll my eye.

“I don’t need you to do that, but I won’t stop you.” I would never admit it to him but I was scared of the dark and even though he was practically a stranger and a weird stranger at 

that I’d rather not walk alone even though he could secretly be a murder.

“I’ll take that,” he said.

We walk in silences only the trees rustling like whispers in the night. Wad that something moving is bushes? s**t! s**t! s**t! This is when I get murdered.

“So,” Athan breaks the silence forcing me back to reality, “what does the all-mighty Elsa do for fun?”

“What I do for fun? I don’t know, hike maybe?” I shrugged, “I like being outdoors I guess. My parents always took me to do fun stuff out in nature.”

“You ever wrestled with a bear?” he teases.

“Only if Mr.Tickles is considered a bear.” I refer to my old battered stuffed bear. He laughs, grabbing my wrist with his ice-cold hand forcing me to stop. Athan stands to face me, his eyes focused on me, as though seeing into my heart.

“You know you look like someone I used to know.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said trying to wrench my wrist free.

“No,” he said taking a step closer, to close I want to run but I can’t, “you’re not like the others, not like the other girls. I like you.”

I punch him with my other free hand making contact with his face.

“I am like other girls you asshole. All girls are people!” I shout at him. He only looks at me with amusement in his eyes.

“You’re a feisty one.” He grins. I gasp. He’s got long sharp canines. 

“Look at me in the eyes.” I do, his eyes look sad. “I’m sorry. I need you to calm down.”

I feel a sleepiness fall over me at those words. I fall limply against his body. No, I think as my body snapped back to its senses. I feel and energy rush through me.

“No!” I shout as I push him, a blast of blue energy comes from my hands. I feel as my body gets thrown back a few meters and I fall to the ground. My head hits the ground hard.

“Ow.” I sit up, feeling at the back of my head. It’s damp and warm. I’m bleeding. Realising this I look up, Athan is looking at me as though I’m a snack that he’s about to devour. I try scrambling back, but before I can get anywhere he’s stranding me, taking my hand licking at the blood.

“Get off of me.” I struggle below his weight. His hands go to the collar of my shirt. His fangs glitter in the moonlight. I close my eyes. I was going to die here. His fangs manage to scrape against my neck just as his weight off me.

“Get away from her you bloodsucker.”