The story of a vampire who is desperate to survive in a world that has collapsed on itself.
It started...how long ago?
It doesn't matter.
Time is relative now.
But this memory...it remains clear:
I tapped my pencil on the desk in sync with the soft, light raindrops outside. The classroom was lite a dim yellow as the students dawdled until the bell rang. My arms were resting on the desk, my head laying on top, tilted to the side, observing my peers.
Alex, the blonde boy sitting next to me had his head down, appearing to be asleep, when in fact his thumb was pounding away the little letters on his phone. Probably texting Brooke. The two were fucking inseparable.
Over in the corner was Steffi who was signing something out the window; just a mere five feet of grass away was another smaller hallway, and through it's window stood her precious Brendon. The corner of my mouth lifted up. They were too adorable.
I felt a light tap of paper on my face. I lifted my head and the folded note fell onto my desk in front of me. I swiveled my head to see Adam T Siska give a tiny wave at me. I smiled at him and turned to open the note. I had just unfolded a corner when the fire rang through the building. The teacher looked surprise, so it was obvious it was not a drill.
"File out silently now class," she said, directing the kids out of the door while we all exchanged "what the fuck" looks.
"Sweet shit," Gaskarth said as he passed me, eager to get out of the room.
"...So how can there be a fire...if it's raining?" Siska said in my ear, coming up behind me.
"Good question," I mused.
We walked out into the crowded parking lot and immediate chaos. I looked around and saw the gunmen, the students, my friends, being held hostage. I realized along with about 200 other kids that this was not a safety measure.
It was a trap.
I was separated from Adam in the mad dash to the door. A million things were flying through my mind at once.
Adam was yelling my name as he was being pushed back toward the school, his hand slipping from mine.
The screams of others, some I recognized, some I didn't.
Some kid's were fighting back. William Beckett has full on attacked a 3 gunmen, one who had grabbed Carolyn, his girlfriend. His fangs were bared as Caro called out for him.
I almost ran into Steffi and Brendon, who were huddled in a corner, Brendon shielding her from the fray.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a giant metal net fly up from the ground and collapse on a skinny boy I recognized as Ryan Ross. Megan and Harper dashed to his rescue, working together in feeble attempts to free the brunette boy. This made me pause for a second; both girls hated each other with a burning passion and seeing them unite was like seeing a rose in a desert.
I shouldn't have stopped.
Oh God I should have kept going.
Because, just then, a single gunshot echoed through the crowd and everyone became paralyzed in fear.
A man with an AK47 who appeared to be the leader of the troupe stood up atop a car and called out,
"Give us the Wentz girl and no further harm will be done."
My eyes locked with Alex's from near the door. They darted to the door near him, and back to me. I dropped down onto my knees and began crawling when the whispers started.
"Where is she?"
"PJ GROW A PAIR AND GIVE IT UP."
Jack Barakat, you asshole.
"There she is!"
Before I knew it, I was being hoisted to my feet and thrown to the mercy of these men.
Who are liars by the way, because once I was in their van the gunshots rang clear again. More screams pierced the air and kids fell to the ground, their blood staining the concrete.
But these weren't just kids. No. They are...were like me.
They were vampires.
Wooden bullets to the still hearts of the undead.