Thirsty for him

When another day comes with a dark sky full of rain, just like we feel inside. I miss Mom even more with all her yelling for breakfast and then to say nothing of all our arguments, even those I miss now. Even though she loved Diana more than me, it doesn’t hurt me anymore.

That morning, I go downstairs dressed in all black. I have even painted my eyes darker black as I would have done in the past. Then I step away from our house to go to the bus stop through the woods that cover our property. Before I left the woods completely to get to the street at the bus stop, I heard someone crying in pain, which made the blood in my veins burn.

The feeling of yesterday overwhelms me again as I make my way to the crying. There I see her lying there, all covered in leaves and blood, left to die. Angry, I uttered a cry that had to be heard in the whole village.

Father, who heard my screaming, is with us a few minutes later. He sees me carrying my sister back to our estate. “Who did this, Diana!” Yells our father as he takes her into his arms. I looked at him in disbelief, she almost bled to death, and he asked her who did this. She of course did not answer, she lay in his arms barely conscious, how could she do anything but remain silent? Not only that, but she looked so fragile. When I look at her head, I see a stream of blood leaving out of a gash. She probably hit something in the forest, like a branch or something.

At home, we lay her on the dining room table, Dad ripped open her shirt to see where all the wounds were, they sure did get her good, the bastards. They cut all over her body, it looked so horrible that I had to run to the bathroom in the hallway before I emptied the contents of my still-sober stomach. When I came back, Dad was already washing her wounds and trying to stem the bleeding, then I saw him grab a knife and a gun, a shotgun to be exact.

“What are you going to do with that stuff, father?” I asked him, looking at the look in his eyes, like a madman. A man who has nothing left to lose. “I’m going to go to that house, and I’m going to take them all down and feast on them as I take their bones as toothpicks!” Has he gone mad? Has he lost his mind?

“Father, are you sure they did this to Diana and mother? Couldn’t it have been other vampires out for revenge?” I asked him, even though I was pretty sure they had something to do with it. He looked at me like I was a traitor and didn’t belong here, “You think you know everything, Avery, but this has been going on longer. Longer than you’ve been alive. I’m Lucy’s brother, and I’m still alive, not because I’m a coward like her, no! I’m stronger than that bound scum,” Father told me, still keeping his eyes on me.

Is he just saying that he is Lucy’s brother? Lucy, the first cursed one? And how did Mother get involved in all this? Were they already married when they became the cursed ones? And how many years ago was this? I have a feeling that Father also wrote in the book in the further pages.

“Father, you should think about this. It could be a trap,” I tell him, suspecting that something was wrong about this whole situation with Daisy still alive. Why did they let her go?

Father thinks about my words and looks at Daisy, and I feel him starting to doubt too, already putting the pieces in the same place as I did earlier.

“You are right, daughter. You have your mother’s wisdom, she could calm me down and make me think like you just did.” This is the sweetest thing he has said in all the conversations we have already had in my life, of which there were not many.

After we took Daisy to her room, my father went to his office because he had to plan our mother’s funeral. It was so cold in our house. As if all the joy had bled away, just like it had with my mother.

Today was another school day when everyone knew already that my mother had died. News travels rather fast here in our village. In a village, where everyone knows everything about each other. There was even a doctor who worked for Dad and announced in our village that she died, but he knew that no one should know, how.

I go upstairs to my room, but first I look at Diana. Who is sleeping almost in the same kind of bed as I do, only her curtains are red, and her room is painted gray. Which makes me look twice every time. Because my sister is rather a pink person who is always happy. She normally always wears pink and all colorful colors.

Not to disturb her further, I continued to my room on the third floor of the house, which I have to myself. Most rooms are locked, and I don't even know what's behind them.

Sometimes at night, I would hear all kinds of strange voices in the hallway. When I would ask my mother about it, she would just I dreamed it and because of all of these years, I got used to it.

I hear my phone ringing, which makes me pull it out of my pocket and see that it is Daisy calling me. At first, I wanted to let it ring, thought it was time I faced things. Everyone knows about our mother’s death, and she just wants to support me. After we talked for half an hour, though I had mostly cried. Still, I felt much better after talking to Daisy, so all these pent-up feelings could finally be released.

I put the phone on my desk and looked in the mirror in front of me as I entered the bathroom and saw my dried tears still sticking to my eyelids. When I opened my mouth, I spit out another tooth and looked at the small tooth in the sink.

Something snapped in me as I smashed the mirror when I was still screaming against it. This can’t be my life! I miss my mother, we may not have had a good relationship, but she was there for me every morning and here I am seeing myself as the beast that I am. No one is there to help me with this or even deny me anything.

How would it be, dad is back in his office and my sister is sleeping and trying to heal. This all feels like it’s my fault. The window in my room is open suddenly when I look, even though I know I didn’t open it. Then I feel a gust of wind enter my room, and now I have a visitor, “Go away!” I say in my shrill voice, just like a hurt cat.

Today I couldn’t stand him. The feeling he normally gives me doesn’t go to my heart today. He betrayed me! “Avery, please let me explain. I didn’t know they had this planned, I promise you,” he says as he slides closer to me with his eyes still fixed on mine. It seems like the blue in his eyes is getting bigger, and it feels like he is trying to speak to me with his healing power, so I wouldn’t feel thirsty anymore.

I walk closer, not to forgive him. No, it’s more like walking around your prey to see when you can attack them.

“Avery, please, stop this!” Shouts, he almost exclaims nervously, afraid I would attack him. I’m still walking around him, feeling my hunger building more and more. Until he dropped to his knees. It seems like he was begging for his life towards me, when I approach him by moving closer to him, he jumps on me. He grabbed my hands and pushed them above me on the hard wooden floor of my room. He looks into my eyes and shows me his fangs. This did escalate very quickly, I think to myself, as we are still enchanted by each other’s eyes.

Looking deeper into them, I see a river of sapphire blue, which I want to drink until I drop. He must have seen something in my eyes too, because we are hypnotized by this feeling towards each other. If I wasn’t already sure that he was my marked one, then I knew it now.

We have marked each other, and we have two more days before I am destined to feast on him. Or we can try to break this mark and get away from it all.

Do I want him to live, or do I want to eat him as revenge?