The Vampire Mate

My heart was beating a million miles a minute as I watched the scene being played out before me. The sight I was beholding was terrifyingly dark and wicked. My palms were sweating profusely and I trembled uncontrollably, biting on my lip to try to calm myself. "Please," a young, average woman pleaded, stepping away from the menacing man in front of her. "I'll make this quick," the man responded, his lips curling back into a smirk as he closed in on her. A shudder ran through me as I caught sight of the two gleaming, pointed, unnatural canines that protruded from his mouth. My eyes stayed wide open, no matter how much I wanted to close them. Fear incessantly filled my veins as I continued to watch the atrocious spectacle in front of me. It was like one of the car crashes that were so horrendous you couldn't look away. In the blink of the eye, the man was on the woman, and a snapping sound was heard soon after. A strangled scream escaped my throat as the body of the woman fell to the ground, lying lifeless. Suddenly there was a stinging slap on my back, and I jumped violently, twisting around to face the person who had inflicted the pain, ready to scream again. "Sophia!" my friend Joan scolded in a harsh whisper, her eyes narrowed in irritation. "Shh! There are people trying to watch a movie!" Relief washed through me at the sight of my friend. "You are the one that dragged me here," I finally snapped back, my heart pounding a mile a minute. "You know I'm terrified of horror movies and vampires!" Joan rolled her eyes. "Vampires aren't even real, sophy." "They are still scary," I muttered, leaning back in my cinema seat and glancing back up at the screen where the vampire was now devouring the woman's blood. I cringed and looked away, shaking my hair over my pale face so I didn't have to see the scene. Joan sighed quietly and I heard her mutter under her breath, but couldn't quite make out exactly what she said. Now it was my turn to sigh. She was the one who dragged me here in the first place. She shouldn't be the one sighing! "Are you okay?" a new voice asked quietly, making me jump again. I turned to see my other friend, Jackson, giving me a concerned look. "You're really pale..." "It's just the movie," I assured her quietly, now hearing the sounds of fighting from the screen. "You know how I am with horror movies..." Jackson smiled knowingly and then bent over, retrieving something from her bag. She placed a little, plastic package in my hand. I glanced down at it, then back at her with a frown. "Your mom told me to make sure you ate these," she admitted, putting her head close to mine so we wouldn't be shushed. I groaned quietly. "But I hate dried apricots and raisins!" "Sorry," Jackson responded, a small smile of amusement on her face. "But they were your mom's orders..." "But they're gross!" "Shh!" someone from behind me hushed, obviously annoyed. My face heated up in embarrassment and I quickly shoved a dried apricot into my mouth to keep myself quiet. As soon as the flavor reached my tongue I wanted to spit it out. Dried fruit was disgusting! But I knew if I didn't eat my mom would find out somehow and scold me.... and then make me eat double the amount that she had originally ordered. I'd have to grin and bare it . . By the time I finished the disgusting bag of fruit the movie credits were rolling. The lights came on and people around me stood up, heading towards the exit. I took my time getting up and stretching, glad the horror flick was finally finished. Joan sighed contently from behind me. "That was an awesome movie," she commented, turning to watch the credits. "Definitely got my adrenaline pumping. Perfect for Halloween night." "It was horrifying," I responded in a flat voice, now making my way out of the aisle. "I would rather be trick-or-treating right now!" This seriously was a waste of my Halloween night. "Why do you drag me to horror movies when you know I don't like them?" Joan scoffed. "I don't drag you to every single horror movie..." I gave her a flat stare. She grinned back at me sheepishly. "Okay, maybe I do drag you to most of them," she admitted. "Mostly all the vampire ones," Jackson interjected, throwing her empty bag of popcorn into the trashcan by the theatre exit. "She makes me go to every single horror movie, so you should feel lucky Sophia." "The vampire ones are the worst ones," I muttered, pushing the theater door open and squinting at sudden brightness from the hallway lights. "You guys both know they scare me." Joan rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and it's about time you got over that fear. You are seventeen, sophy." "You know what they say," I responded defensively, "you can't ever grow out childhood fears." "Sophia, watch out..." Before Jackson could finish her warning, I collided with something hard and nearly knocked it over. My hands grasped the cardboard before the cutout could fall over, and I set it back up straight. Sighing, I glanced at the cutout and nearly jumped a mile in shock. It was a cut out of the vampire from the movie we had just seen. I let out a ragged breath, putting my hand to my heart. Joan and Jackson started cracking up behind me, and I turned to glare at the pair. "It's not funny!" "Sorry," Joan apologized, quieting her laughter. "But it actually is funny. It's such an ludicrous fear..." "No it's not," I snapped. "Vampires don't exist." "So? It's still a scary thought!" "You do understand I'm only trying to help you with your fear by taking you to movies like this, right?" Joan continued, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. "You must be the only person to have a serious fear of vampires." "I think vampires could be scary," Jackson pitched in, defending me. "I mean, in all the movies we watch the vampires kill everyone." "That's because that is the best kind!" Joan argued. "Who would want to see a movie about vampires falling in love with each other? We have movies that don't involve vampires for that." "But watching movies where everyone dies isn't really helping Sophia's fear." "As I said before, it's an irrational fear. Vampires. Don't. Exist." "Hey, you can't even say that. You are afraid of aliens!" "That's a legit fear," Joan huffed, crossing her arms. "Aliens are actually real. And when they come to abduct the non-believers, guess who is going to go first?" "Vampires are as real as aliens," Jackson muttered, rolling his eyes. "You don't see Sophia forcing you to see Alien movies." "Like I said, aliens and vampires are two different—" . . "Just drop it," I snapped, tiring of their bickering. "I know it's a stupid fear, but it's not so easy to not be afraid of something you have been terrified of since you were three!" "Sorry," Joan apologized, a frown appearing on her face. "It's fine," I told her. "I want to get over my fear as much as you want me to." "I don't think watching vampire movies is going to help," Jackson interjected, pushing open the cinema doors and stepping out into the mall. "Isn't that what gave you the fear anyway?" "Yeah," I grumbled, " ever since Micheal forced me to watch them when I was little. I swear I watched one every day, sometimes twice a day, and then afterwards he'd pretend to be a vampire coming to kill me. I would be worried if I didn't a fear of vampires. I was like, five. The perfect age to gain childhood fears. Michael, my older brother, had an obsession with vampire movies. Not vampires themselves, just vampire movies. He had wanted to share that obsession with me when I was younger, but ended up just making me terrified of the non-existent creature. And everyday he mocked me for it." A wry smile of annoyance slipped onto my face. "One day I will get him back," I promised myself. "When he is least expecting it, I will get him. Somehow." "Good luck," Jackson said with a laugh. "Your brother isn't scared of anything." As much as I hated to admit it, Jackson was right. There seriously was nothing that could scare my brother. Jackson and I would know. We have tried every possible fear; spiders, heights, the dark, small dogs, bugs... you name it. Nothing. Not even the slightest reaction. It was incredibly annoying. I attempted to push open the door to the outside, but ended up smacking my face against the glass when it didn't budge. Jackson and Joan burst out laughing behind me as I pulled away from the door, flushed. On the door, in large, red letters was the word "pull". "We have been going to this theater for how long and you still try to push that door?" Jackson asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're so blonde," Joan said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes at her. "Uh, maybe because I am blonde." "Dirty blonde," Jackson corrected, opening the door and gesturing for me to exit. Cold air bit at my exposed skin as we left the movie theater. Shivering, I pulled my jacket tighter around myself, moving my hair so it was covering the skin by the base of my throat that wasn't covered. "It's cold," Joan complained, retracting her hands into her sleeves. "I feel bad for all the trick-or-treaters." "Well they are walking around, and in costume, so they are probably warm," Jackson pointed out, taking a deep breath of air. "I personally think it's nice out right now." Both Joan and I gave him a crazy look, which he returned with a grin. Shaking my head, I rubbed my hands together briskly to give them some warmth. We crossed the parking lot to where Joan and I had parked out cars. As soon as mine was in sight it took all I had not to run to it, jump in, and turn the heat on full blast. "You sure you don't want to come to the sleepover?" Joan asked. "You will be missing out." "No, I won't be, since you will be watching vampire movies all night long," I returned, pursing my lips. "Anyway, I have to work in the morning." "You are no fun," Joan pouted. "You would know how important going to work is if you actually had a job," Jackson interjected, sticking up for me once again. Joan rolled her eyes. "I'm trying, I'm trying!" "Sure you are," I said with a laugh, another shiver wracking my body. "So, as much as I would love to stand here and freeze to death with you guys, I'm going to head out." . . "I'd like to as well," Jackson responded, shooting a look at Joan. "You ready?" "Yeah," she responded with a sigh. "I don't want to stand out in the cold any longer either. I might get frost bite." "Then, I will see you two tomorrow. Have fun at your sleepover." "Have fun at your job," Jackson responded with a wave. "Bye Joan," I responded, going to my car, and pulling open the door. "I will call you two later." "Sound good," Jackson responded. "Drive safely." "You too," I responded with a small grin. "Don't hit any little children roaming around." Joan snorted, rolling her eyes at me. "Like I would do that..." Laughing, I climbed into my car, nearly jumping back out from the feel of the icy air inside it. I could literally see my breath! The cold from the seats were already seeping through my jeans. Jamming the key into the engine and starting the car, I swiftly turned the heat on as high as it could go. For a second it blew cold air out, but it slowly grew warmer. With one last wave to my friends, I proceeded to pull out of the parking lot and onto the road. Luckily I only lived about twenty minutes away from the movie theater, and with the back streets I took, I could easily go past the speed limit and reach my destination faster. Which is exactly what I planned to do. Turning left, I entered a dimly lit street, pressing harder on the gas pedal. I switched the stereo on and it started playing my favorite CD. In a matter of seconds I was singing along and drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. As I was passing the deserted school that was on the way to my house, my attention was drawn to it. It looked like something taken straight out of a horror story. Without warning, something stepped out in front of my car, getting caught in the headlights. With a loud curse, I slammed on my breaks, being thrown forward in my seat. My engine cut out, and I had to squint to see what was in front of my car. It was a group of teenagers in vampire costumes. They flipped me off as they crossed the road, and I was tempted to throw a few choice words at them, but ended up just blaring my horn. "I should have just hit them," I muttered to myself, taking my key out of the ignition. I put it back in and turned. My car didn't start. I tried again, and still nothing. A groan escaped my lips as I tried again and again. I thumped my hand on the steering wheel in frustration. "Come on! Start!" I cried, turning the key again. "It's cold! We are like three blocks from home!" Ten minutes later, I finally realized my car wasn't going to start. With a heavy sigh, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone. A dry laugh escaped my mouth when I realized it was dead. Tossing the useless item onto the passenger's seat, I opened my car door and climbed out, feeling the chilly air against my skin once more. "Stupid piece of junk," I muttered, storming angrily to my hood. "Now is not the time!" With a scowl, I opened my hood and stared down at my engine. After a few minutes of doing so, I realized I had no idea what I was looking for. I wasn't a car person. Shutting the hood again, I decided my best option was to find someone who had a phone I could use. On the other side of the abandoned school, there was a variety store that probably had one. With my destination determined, I set off in pursuit of it. Unfortunately in order to get there, I had to pass the school. Just the sight of it gave me goosebumps. Wild ivy grew over all sides, reaching to the top of the building. The windows were broken and haphazardly covered by boards, which barely even covered half of the holes themselves. To be completely honest, I wouldn't have been surprised if it was haunted. As much as I wanted to ignore the nerve-wracking building, I found my attention attracted to it as I walked by. I didn't even notice the lack of trick-or-treaters. . . Two figures caught my attention against one of the walls. They were extremely close to each other and it took me a minute to realize they were embracing. A small smile graced my lips. It was times like these that I wished I had a boyfriend to do something like that with. After a minute more of gawking at them, I realized how awkward I was being, and quickly began to walk away. Not even five seconds later, an ear-piercing scream tore through the frigid air. My blood turned cold as I froze up, my eyes wide in surprise. It sounded like it had came from right behind me. Slowly, I turned to see a young girl with pale blonde hair running towards me, a look of horror on her face. Horror spread onto my face when I realized her torso was covered in blood. "Help me!" she shrieked, only feet away from me now. Panic surged through me as I looked around wildly. What was happening? Why was she running towards me? What could I do? Why was she coved in blood? A shudder ran through me when I realized a murderer, or the like, probably attacked her. But the most important question was: Where was the culprit who did this to her? My hands shook violently as my thoughts raced. Should I run? I couldn't just leave her here! But there was a chance I could be killed if I stayed. My heart pounded frantically as the girl came closer. I couldn't even begin to form a coherent word in my mind. My body was screaming at me to run, but I could only stand there in terror, gaping at the bloodied girl now only feet away from me. "Please!" she begged, reaching out a hand and grabbing the front of my jacket. Oh god, I thought, looking down to see her blood soaked hand grasping my jacket. I fought the urge to be sick. Blood was not my thing. Focusing my attention back to her face, I realized the blood was coming from her neck. "That guy!" she cried, her eyes wide with panic. "He...." Suddenly a hand appeared on the arm of the girl who was holding up to me. A startled gasp escaped my lips from the sudden appearance of the new hand. The girl screamed and I glanced up to see a figure of a man glare at the blonde girl. He tugged her hand away from me, and she let go of my jacket. I stumbled back a few steps, too shocked to say anything. "No!" the girl shrieked, trying to pull away from the man. "Let me go, you sicko! Monster!" The mystery man brought a hand to the blonde girl's face and for a terrorizing second I thought he was going to slap her. When his hand stopped inches from her face, I relaxed slightly. The girl's screaming stopped promptly, and an eerily calm expression came onto it. Her eyes slid out of focus, and her arms fell limp at her sides. I watched in confusion as the scene played out before me. Why wasn't she panicking anymore? What happened? Who was this guy? Why was I still standing here? The last thought almost made me laugh. "Peter," a quiet, suave, and calm voice spoke suddenly in a commanding tone. A rustle of air from my left made me jump, and seconds later a second man appeared next to the first. My eyes shot wide in surprise, and I took a step back from the shock. Where had he come from? Why hadn't I heard him approach? "Yes?" the second man, who I assumed to be Peter, responded, standing next to the first man. They both had their backs to me, so I couldn't get a good look of their faces. Not that I wanted to. I wanted to run far away, and fast. But there were two things keeping me pinned to where I was. The first being that my legs wouldn't obey me, and the second being I wanted to make sure that girl was okay. Her sudden calmness worried me. "Clean her up and leave her by the school's entrance," the first man ordered, handing the unfocused girl to Peter. "I have already wiped her memories." TBC