Vampire Visit
1079 Words
It was at that point I woke up. I wonder for how long I'll keep having these dreams. Recently, they seem to have increased. I had tried to talk to my mum about them when she still lived but she'd always waved them aside.
I still miss her. If only I hadn't forgotten the grocery, she wouldn't have gone back to the store. The guilt still haunts me till now.
Dew said I had to let it go. She'd said what happened was not in any way my fault.
That's all for now, dear diary. Till next time.”
Jenine closed the diary. Her fingers traced the intricate designs and letterings. It had been a long time since she last wrote in it. The day before her mum had died.
Her pen drummed gently on its dark red cover as she stared blankly at the wall. She shook her head as a shudder passed through her body. Her eyes went to the windows. It was a windy night. The curtains swayed like swans on a lake. She tossed the diary onto the bed. Her head felt light as she walked to the window, drawing the curtains shut.
“I really need to sleep,” she muttered stifling a yawn. Her legs dragged under her body.
She hadn't slept a wink. She had craved sleep's warm embrace, its momentary darkness and quiet, but it seemed to elude her.
The shiny numbers of the wall clock drew her eyes to them.
2:49 A.M.
Three hours till dawn.
A sigh slipped through her lips.
The foam sank as she fell into the bed. It was big and soft. A strong contrast to the ones Laura had in her rooms.
Her eyes stared at the ceiling above her, the chandelier dangling overhead. Its dim light had been set to low, filling the room with a soothing ambience. It reminded her of her mum. Of Dew. Of home.
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Dew's POV
My magic used to be strong. Really strong. And that was when I was in Lupestone. I could conjure a lot of spells, mix really strong potions and even see when someone meant well and when they didn't. My only weakness had been portals. They tested my proficiency at sorcery. They tested my patience. They tested my body.
But I had learnt it anyway. I had doubled down on it, practicing day after day, under the rain, under the sun, through snow and hail storms. I never gave up on anything and I wasn't going to give up on Jenine now.
“She’ll join you shortly,” the girl with owl-like eyes chirped cheekily. She disappeared through the door into the inner room. I used the time to look around.
The talismans hung down from painted wood, swaying in the wind, whispering tales of spirits and realms. My eyes flickered around settling on the colored stones at the corner like tongues of flames on ears of wheat. This wasn't the easiest choice but it was the lesser evil. A great evil nonetheless.
The door groaned as it opened.
“Jasmine,” I shuffled to my feet quickly.
Her feet made no sound on the wooden floorboard. Like she was floating. “It's really good to see…”
“Spare me that load of bullshit,” she cut me off. “You have a lot of guts coming here after what you did.”
It was true. I had betrayed my partner. I had no excuse for that. But it had been a choice between her and Becca and I had chosen Becca. I had chosen my own. She had every right to be mad at me.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice cold.
“I came to see how you're faring.”
Her eyes squinted. They pierced through me like lasers. A dry chuckle reverberated in her throat pushing out through her lips.
“Don't lie to me,” she hissed. “Why are you here?”
“I– I need your help.”
“Typical of you wolves,” her voice came, low and sultry. “Always looking for whom to drain, which is ironic when you think about it.”
She swirled around to face me. A whoosh sound spilt through the room. I didn't see her come. I grunted as my back hit the wall, her palm around my neck. Her pupils darkened, tiny, dark veins, pulsing under her bloodshot eyes
“Give me one reason why I shouldn't drain you lifeless right now,” she spat.
I could see the fury in her eyes. The hurt in them. Her white skin contrasted against her rage-red eyes. She looked like a living death. She was death itself.
“Vampires don't feed on wolves. You'd… die if… if you fed on me,” I stuttered as her grip tightened around my throat.
“You’d be dead too,” she hissed. Her fangs glistened as they hung between her lips. “You have no idea the joy it would bring me. I’m willing to try it.”
“Orchid,” I whispered quickly. “I can… help you get her.”
I crashed to the floor as she released me.
“I'm listening.”
I told her about Jenine. She shook her head.
“I knew it had everything to do with Adira. It's always Adira with you, isn't it?” She paced the room. “I'm curious about one thing though. Why didn't I find her? I searched everywhere for her.”
“She changed her name when we got here. To Becca.” I caressed my throat, flexing my jaws. They still hurt.
The look on her face—a murderous, raging glare. I could tell she felt deceived. Her eyes softened a bit.
“I can help you contact your brother but that's the only thing I can do for you.”
“The only thing you can do for me or WILL do for me?”
“Don't push it, Dew.”
She brought out a knife. The tip glistened in the light. “Give me your palm.”
I've always hated rituals that had to do with blood. Blood magic. They were dangerous. One little mistake and everything could go so wrong.
“Scared?” her eyes lighted up as she glanced at my face, her lips curled into a grin.
I flinched as her knife cut my palm open drawing blood.
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