You're Mine

10. Ash

5.14.19

God, this dumb kid is doing something to me. With just one look into his eyes, I found myself spilling things that I hadn't thought of since that day. I still remember it in vivid detail...

I had just blown out the candles on my cake, and I heard the celebration commence around me. Even though we couldn't eat it, the simple dessert really meant something to our coven. It represented a new year, peace, unity. In the middle of my thoughts, the guards threw open the door. With them, they brought the message that everyone needed to get into their battle positions, that the werewolves were coming. Of course I had no clue what was going on since I had only just reached the age of 8. Why were they dragging me to the dungeons with the rest of the young vampires? Why were my parents kissing like it was their last goodbye? The answers to those questions evaded me, especially when there was no one left to answer them after the conflict was over.

I looked up and saw one of the other children, a young girl in a baby pink dress that was lined with lace, crying her eyes out. Back then I had empathy and an understanding that some people should always be protected before I save myself. I moved to comfort her, unaware that my parents were already dead. The werewolves were just too prepared, and we had no time remaining. I heard them trying to crash down the door and told everyone to get up the emergency exit, to their deaths. Of course, I didn't know that it was going to kill them to run, but I had to try. I was young and scared and didn't know what to do. The girl wasn't moving, and instead she just sat staring at the door while it was getting close to being hit off of its hinges.

I tried carrying her to the exit, but she refused to leave the room. She, unlike myself, understood that to go up that exit was death. There was no escape. My father had always told me that as the coven leader, I would always have to place them before me, so I stayed there with her. About an hour later, the door finally come off of its hinges, and an older man came in with a small clone of himself that I assumed to be his son.

"There's a few," the disgusting man had told his child. He was teaching his five year old how to fight vampires? 'I stood bravely for the young girl, the only member of my coven left alive at this point, as the young kid attacked us. I fought valiantly, but he eventually got past my frantic defenses and killed her. 

He turned to me, about to pick me off, but he accidentally made the mistake of being in his human form. I bit deeply into his shoulder, knowing that it would probably scar, and ran around the Alpha, up the stairs, and out onto the lawn. Hundreds of wolves chased me, but I was faster than them as a young vampire with too much energy. I ran all the way into town and found a small side alley, and I nestled myself between the wall and a dumpster balling my eyes out at all of the destruction I had seen while I ran. I passed out crying, the last time I ever did, for my lost parents, my lost coven, my lost friends, my lost life.

I soon realized that I was standing idly next to my locker, the bell having rung fifteen minutes ago. I decided to just skip and stood behind the school instead, left alone with the voices in my head telling a sad tale of suffering.

I woke up the next morning, expecting to have been found since werewolves had such an amazing sense of smell, but finding that it had rained and covered my trail. I sighed in relief, but was suddenly hit with a huge wave of bloodlust that I could hardly control. When I lived with my family, we would always have animal blood stored in the refrigerator a few steps away, but I had not yet been taught how to hunt as they would save that until you were 10 years old.

My legs carried me to a forest and went crazily after animals until I was satisfied, thus my nightly hunts begun. My wish went from having peace in my coven to simply having one in the first place in less then 24 hours. I enrolled into kindergarten even though I was eight years old because there was no hope for me in the human world if I didn't have a foundation. I couldn't read, I didn't know the alphabet, other things that a kid my age should know.

My first day of school was rough, especially since we had to have a discussion about our lives. I didn't know what to say, so I just talked about my life before everything fell apart, leaving out the bloodsucking part of course.

My first mistake was being away from the forest when my nightly hunt time came. My second mistake, which luckily I learned from, was settling too close to humans. It was night time, and I was trying to get through the night without going on a rampage. A human walked by the entrance to my alleyway, but I couldn't stop my instinct. My coven's whole purpose was being peaceful towards the humans, and I just killed an innocent one. That was the first, but definitely not the last, time I thought of myself as a monster.

I went to school, moved my home to the hollowed out log, and went on a spree every night. Totally normal behavior for an eight year old. I never really got a childhood. I was constantly trying to manage myself, my cravings, and my school work, and I never had time to do the things that humans considered normal for children my age. I couldn't sleepover with my friends, I couldn't watch television or play on a phone, heaven forbid I even thought about trying to relax.

I walked to my home after the last school bell simply sitting and waiting for the nightly slaughter to overtake me.

For some reason, though, it decided not to come. Maybe it came from when I hold in too many emotions. I mean, holding in my emotions made me thirst really hard for the thick, red liquid that runs my life, but opening up to Alex, even just a little bit, really helped me feel calmer and more self-centered.

I still didn't plan on talking about my feelings much more, but something about him made me want take down my walls. He made me feel whole. He made me feel confident that I was good enough, all I could be. Heck, maybe he is my soulmate, and I don't think that I would mind that. He kinda seemed like he knew that I wasn't entirely human. Now that I looked into it even closer, why do the bells effect his ears? Why is he so culture shook, even if he just came from another country? Something leads me to believe that this kid was more than he let on.