The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 12

I counld't talk. I was between the feeling of amazed and scared. "T-this is ridiculous."

Jessy grabbed my arm and held it tight.

"You need to listen to me Pete. Your life is in grave danger as much as mine and all the other halfbloods. The vampires are still out there hunting our kind which is why it is dangerous for us to go out at night. They will not stop until they killed every single halfblood in this world. That's why I need you. I need you to come with me to where halfbloods like us can help each other survive. What I'm telling you may sound really weird and crazy but it's the whole fvcking truth and there's no way you're gonna run from it."

"You just made me want to." I grabbed my bloody shirt and my jacket. "Look Jessy, I'm sorry that I'm gonna say this, but this? This is bullsh*t. I'm not a bloody halfling whatever. I'm human. And whatever it is that you want to do, spare me. Cross me out 'cause I don't have time for all of this. Have a nice evening."

I got up and prepared to leave. I was already heading for the door when Jessy talked. "I understand, Pete. Believe me I acted the same way when I found out the truth of who I was. I didn't want to accept it, much as I don't want to believe it. But then changes do happen to people like us. Your vampire blood will continue to flow inside you and no matter how fast you are, you can never outrun it. I just want you to know that when you change your mind, you can find me behind these doors."

My decision of leaving was final. I headed into the door without turning around. I got out of the property and headed out into the night. Heaving deep breaths, I couldn't shake the thought away. I just wanted a normal life. Go to school, have fun with my friends, make my mom happy and just be happy on my own too. I never wanted to be something extraordinary or extracreepy or whatever assortment of crap is present in the world. I don't want any of it. I just want to live my life the way guys my age do. But now Jessy came carrying all this crazy information.

I threw my bloody shirt on the trash when I got home. I didn't have plans of letting my mom see it. She might think I've gotten into trouble again, which of course I did. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror for so long. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to believe. I just want to get it over with. How I hoped Jessy would eventually let it drop. But everything she said actually makes sense. Though I never really had the nerve of believing things a girl like her, who I barely know, would tell me. It all seems like a joke at one end. But then I saw that vampire who wounded me, to which that wound also disappeared. I saw Jessy cut herself and I saw her heal. There is no fvcking scientific explanation to that.

I wiped the beads of water on my face. This is all too much to handle. I better go get a psychologist. I'm pretty sure I'm almost out of my mind.

*****

Several days passed and I haven't seen Jessy around the neighborhood. She used to be around playing volleyball with the girls but these past few days, I haven't seen a sign of her. It felt weird that I was already looking for her around for no apparent reason, which I believe, is really lame after everything I told her.

"Are you heading to the hospital today?" Mom poured milk on her cereal. "I already got you an appointment with Dr. Baldwin. He's one of the best opthalmologist in the country. He might know what's wrong with your eyes. He might get you CT-scanned."

"What's CT-Scan again?" I asked. I lazily mixed the milk along with the cereal but my stomach kept gurgling inside me like my internal organs were having a rock'n roll party.

"It's somehow similar to an X-ray which enables doctors to see through your bones, blood vessels and tissues," she replied politely.

I nodded. I don't really know much about medical terms and I also didn't much care. I just want to go to the hospital, find out what's wrong with my body and prove to Jessy that I'm no vampire halfling. I am a human and she should see it too so she'd stop telling me that I'm something else.

*****

Dr. Baldwin's clinic was full of patients with different eye problems waiting for an eye check-up. Some of them looked like they'd been here for years. An old man at about the age of 60 was called by a nurse to get inside the clinic. The poor fellow had eyeglasses on and was held by a man who seemed to be in his early 30s.

"Excuse me sir, are you for today's check-up?" The nurse approached me holding her clipboard so close to her chest.

"Uh yeah, my name's Peter Radzcliffe. I have an appointment today." I showed her my refferal slip.

The nurse glanced at my paper and checked her clipboard then frowned. "There must be a mistake, you are not listed here."

"What? But today is Tuesday. Today is my supposed appointment with Dr. Baldwin." I groaned.

"Oh, let me check our other records to see if I missed your paper." She gave a smile and proceeded to getting the other patients.

I lightly bangged my head on the wall behind me. I'm not getting another refferal slip. What is it that doctors are trying to avoid from me anyway? Or are they? by any chance trying to avoid me? But that's crazy why would they do something like that?

"Mr. Radzcliffe, I am very sorry but there has been a mistake. You weren't listed at all for today's check-up with Dr. Baldwin. But I found your record and it says here that your eye check-up appointment is with Dr. Maurine Marquez."

"I was told that I'm meeting Dr. Baldwin," I said.

"I'm sorry sir but Dr. Baldwin has people to attend to today. If you want, you can just reschedule."

"No, that won't be necessary. Just tell where can I find this Dr. Maurine Marquez."

I was just eager to get out of this wretched place. I wasn't a very big fan of hospitals and as much as possible, I would want not to stay inside longer than an hour.

The room I found stated Dr. Maurine Marquez, Opthalmologist/ Eye Surgeon. I heaved a deep breath. I wasn't sure why I was feeling uncomfortable. I fixed and calmed myself before knocking on the door and clicking it open.

"Good morning?" I greeted. I scanned my eyes around. The room seemed empty. "Hello?"

"Oh hi there!"

That could've been the sweetest voice that ever existed. Out from the west corner of the clinic came the most beautiful doctor I have ever seen. Jet-black hair tied in a bun, pale-skinned, a pair of mysterious green eyes, lucious red lips and plastered on her face is a bright and dazzling smile.

"Mister?"

I was sucked back into reality. Damn, what was I thinking?

"Did you say something?" I asked. I clearly lost it for a few seconds.

"I said sit down." Her smile seemed to be taking me somewhere else. I tried to act chill and pulled the chair infront of her table. It wasn't my intention to see it but my poor eyes landed on her chest. I shoved my head away.

"Well, what do we have here," she said and smiled. "May I see your record?"

I gave her the paper without even blinking. I was just staring at her face.

"Peter Radzcliffe huh"

"Uh, yeah that's me."

She faced me and suddenly turned serious. Her eyes drifted into my chest.

"Mr. Radzcliffe, where did you get that necklace?"

I touched the necklace hanging on my neck with a big letter V pendant. It's weird. People never ever asked me where I got this piece of metal. "It was a gift from my mother," I replied. "I don't see how that's important."

The doctor gave me a smile sweeter than cotton candy. "No, of course it isn't." She took something from her folders and said.

"So, Mr. Radzcliffe, how can I help you?" she asked. A smirk slowly formed in her lips.