Chapter #3Your neighbor by: Marked1   You're hungry, REALLY HUNGRY, more so than you've ever been in your entire life. "God, I need a snack!" You exclaim, leaping from your bed.
That's when you notice that something is amiss. Rather than landing landing on the floor about a foot away from the side of your bed as you normally would you slammed face first into the wall, your legs seemingly much stronger than they had been before. "What the..." You stood you and took a few steps back, rubbing your sore nose as you did. Something caught your eye... or rather failed to. "Huh?!" The mirror on your closet did not show you, despite the fact that you were standing right in front of it. Instead you saw only your clothes, your shorts, shirt, and socks seemingly hovering in the air in the reflection. You stare into the mirror for some time, moving and watching your clothes rise and fall in time with your motions.
Wait. Super strength? Fangs? Immense hunger? No reflection? "Holy shit, am I a vampire?!" You suppose that there are a few ways test that out. The first thing you do is head to the kitchen, being careful not to awaken any of your relatives as you moved through the house. When you arrived at the kitchen you grabbed the first morsel of food that was within reach and brought it to your lips without pause. You took a humongous bite out of it, a granny smith apple by the look of it. Almost immediately you are forced to spit it out as it tastes of nothing but ashes, hot ashes at that! You drop it onto the counter and fling the cupboard open, grabbing a box of cereal and tearing the top open.
The next twenty minutes was spent tearing into anything and everything you could get your hands on. The cereal tasted of ash, the chips tasted of ash, the tortillas tasted of ash, the soup, the ham, the ice cream, ashes, dust, embers! You left your kitchen a mess, too ravenous to care about the wreckage you left behind you. You sprinted out of the door, knowing exactly whom you were going to feed off of.
Your neighbor Rose was three things. Big, beautiful, and a total bitch! She stood in at 5'11", taller than even you were (though it was only by an inch). She had fair skin and blond hair, looking like some sort of nordic princess with eyes as blue as the summer sky and defined cheekbones to match them. She also had great big... assets, and huge tracts of land! All of this superficial loveliness couldn't hide her bitter soul, which is why no man has ever been able to wed her since her first husband died almost a decade ago, when she was just 23 and you were just eight. She was rude to everyone she ever met and had an air of arrogance that repulsed even the most desperate of suitors. She never seemed to smile, and had only one annoyed tone of voice. She lived across the street in a sizable mansion (her deceased husband was a multimillionaire, and had a life insurance policy that ensured that no one in his family line would have to work for generations to come) with her two daughters, the sixteen year old Violet and the fifteen year old Daisy. She lived vicariously through them, forcing them into any competition, activity, and event she could with no regard for their needs. If anyone deserve to be drained, it's her!
You reached her front door and began banging on it as loudly as you could. You were panting now, practically salivating with hunger. A loud swear echoes through the night air, followed by rummaging and then stomping. After long several seconds the door is flung open, and you are face to face with Rose and her friends Smith and Wesson. "WHO THE FUCK KNOCKS AT THIS HOUR?!?!" She looks down at you, here eyes filled with a potent mixture of rage and confusion. "WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT BOY?!?!" She roars, cocking the gun in your face like a lunatic.
"Whoa! Put the gun down!" You say in a panicked tone, your eyes fixing on hers.
"WHY SHOULD I, I SHOULD... WHY..." Her words began slurring together, her grip loosening as well. You watched with bewilderment as something began to leave her eyes, something... human. You continued to stare at her, not knowing what was going on. Then it hit you, you were mesmerizing her! This was awesome! "Put the gun down." You command her, your stance relaxing.
"...you... can't... uh... o... Okay." She said empty mindedly, her eyes now fully dilated and dull. She haphazardly dropped the revolver, standing mutely as she awaited new commands.
"Good girl, now let's go inside!" You chirp.
"Okay." Was her only response. She stepped aside, allowing you access to her home. You walked in and closed the door behind yourself, locking it as you continued to lock eyes with your soon to be dinner... well...
Maybe you could wait for a little while. It would be somewhat of a shame to waste your lovely little captive. After all, she did have to do anything you asked her to... ANYTHING... What do you command her to do?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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