The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 11

My whole body jerked with the cold as Jessy grabbed my arm and helped me get on my feet. The alley looked like a wet distorted brick mosaic to my eyes as droplets of water trickled down my face.

"You're hurt," she said upon noticing the monster's scratch. I felt a sting the moment she mentioned it. "Let's move. You wouldn't want to encounter more of those." She turned her back from me as lightning zipped across the heavens, making her leather coat glisten through the raindrops. I turned back to the carton boxes where I crash-landed. The blue gooey thing had disappeared in a steam and melted in the water.

"Yeah, I-I think you're right," I whispered to myself and gulped.

"Let's go, Peter"

I came back to my senses and hurried back to Jessy. "W-what the hell was that? T-that thing that just attacked me?"

"You will know everything about them," she said, not even turning around to face me. She took the curve of the alley where her car was waiting. "I will explain everything to you. But not here." She opened the door and turned back around. "Now get in. You need to get yourself fixed."

"Aren't we going to the hospital?"

"No, you'll draw too much attention. It'll be risky. Besides, you be fine in an hour or two."

My forehead crumpled. "What are you talking about?"

She gave me a glance before entering the driver's seat. "We're not talking about it here."

We drove into Jessy's house in a few minutes. We came very fast I almost thought we were flying the whole time. Jessy was something of a driver. I wonder how she hasn't got any violations for overspeeding. She clearly deserves one.

"Let's go!" She got out of the car and started walking up to the steps of Old Hapton's house.

What the? Why is she being so bossy?

I had to get out and run after her with my wound pestering me in pain. It felt like little bulldozers crashing me from my insides. Jessy walked up swiftly and did not even glanced back to check on me. She just opened the door and switched the lights on, revealing a white and nude empty living room. There was nothing inside but a simple sofa, a TV and a glass table, nothing more.

My wound felt painful that I couldn't help closing my eyes in pain. My shirt was already soaked with blood and I felt like I'd faint any minute.

"Sit down," Jessy said. She took off her trenchcoat and placed it in a drying rack. Then she turned to me, face blank and stern.

"Take off your shirt," she said.

"Excuse me?"

"Do I have to repeat myself?" She raised an irritated brow. "I said take off your shirt. I'm gonna have to take a look at that scratch."

I wasn't obliged to compel but I found myself taking off my jacket. My blood had caused a red abstract impression on my white shirt. It made me want to kneel and vomit. I hate seeing blood. That's why I hate being in hospitals. Seeing blood makes me nervous, makes me want to disgorge the contents of my stomach. It's super ultra weird to admit it but, yeah, I'm scared of blood. I took off my shirt without leaning down at it to see how bad it is.

I know it's bad and the pain was already excruciating. Jessy sat beside me and smirked. "You're overreacting, Pete. Look, you're fully healed."

"What?"

I swear I wasn't really planning on checking out the wound but Jessy made me turn down at it.

My soul wanted to squirm out of my body when I saw my belly. There wasn't a wound at all. It was just me and my. . . should I say abs?

"Surprised?" Jessy muttured.

I didn't know what I was feeling. I wanted to run away. What the hell is this woman doing to me? I touched the part where the wound used to be. No sting, no pain, nothing. Was I just imagining it all this time? But there's blood on my shirt! I know it was real! I've felt it.

"What the did you do to me?"

She stared at me straight in the eyes then frowned. "I didn't do anything. You're own body did that to you."

"Wait," I said. "Hang on a minute. I'm really really confused as to what the hell is going on right now. What is going on!"

"You're body is designed that way Peter," she replied, still keeping her stern expression. "You can't bleed to death like normal people do."

"Are you saying that I'm not normal?"

"Let me finish!"

The intensity of her voice made me retreat into a nod. I don't know about her but she has this ability to make me shrink and shut up. "Alright, I'm sorry."

She didn't even took that as a serious remark. She kept her eyes locked on mine. "This is serious. The being who attacked you at the alley on Henchley's is not just a monster. It was a vampire."

The world seemed to have stopped turning around. Clocks seemed to have stopped ticking and I felt like I was stuck in my seat for eternity. But then, a chuckle escaped my breath.

"You're kidding, right?" But Jessy looked dead serious like a cop conducting interrogation to a sindicate Lord. I reposed myself from laughing. "Vampires only exists in movies and fairytales."

"You've seen one who almost got you killed and you still don't believe it? Unfortunately for your movies and fairytales Peter, vampires are real. They exist. And you are actually one of them."

"Whoa, wait!" I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "You really gotta hold it at that point. I'm no vampire!"

Jessy smirked and chuckled like what I said was something amusing. "I know, it's silly. But it's true Pete. You are not like everyone else in this neighborhood. Not exactly a vampire but not entirely human. . . You're a halfblood which means you are both."

I want to hit myself in the head so I'd get unconcious. All this informatiom she was spilling in my face seemed so distant and unacceptable. I just couldn't.

"Jessy, I. . .think I had enough of this talk. I'm not this halfblood thing whatever. I'm human and—"

"And how would explain that?" She pointed at my fully-healed wound. "Your wounds heal within seconds. You can regenerate. Have you ever wondered why you can hear conversations you're not supposed to hear? Why can you be so fast? So agile? And why have your eyes turned blue?"

"How did you know all of that?" I muttered, almost inaudible.

She pulled off a dagger from her pocket and slashed it at her arm which caught me off guard.

"Holy sh*t! Why did you do that!"

I almost leaped from the couch. Red blood flowed from her lacerate and trickled down the floor leaving red bloody spots on the tiles. Then she put the bloody dagger down on the table and wiped the wound she cut on herself. "Watch," she told me.

Wiping the blood off the wound, her skin slowly weaved themselves like a zipper does and within a few seconds, the wound was gone, leaving only pale white skin.

Her serious blue eyes pierced into me. "I'm like you. I'm a haflblood."