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The house had been exploded so we had to sleep in trenches or tents. I was lucky to get a tent which
I was sharing with Sara.
I lay there, looking into nothingness. I should be staring at the top of the tent but all I saw was
I knew I was strong and I would get my sight back very shortly but I still felt very vulnerable. I
knew that Gerard hated me just as much as any normal human would.
Hell! I even hated myself.
I was a cold, black hearted, violet monster, and I couldn't do anything about it. It was something
that had been with me nearly seven years now. Seven years.
I really don't know how Sara puts up with me. I am a total dick head to her.
The tent unzipped and someone stepped into it.
“Who the fuck is that?!” I barked at the intruder.
“Chill Kia, it's only me.” Sara replied. I nodded and looked back up to the roof again.
“So, you got your sight back yet?” She asked trying to make conversation, but it only
made me angry.
“No I haven't got my fucking sight back! And it's all your fault! So just fuck off and leave
me alone! I don't need you here with me! I don't need you as a best friend, you just get in the
way!” I roared. I knew I didn't mean most of it.
Although I couldn't see I knew Sara was crying. She was making snuffling noises.
“Well if that's how you feel…then FUCK YOU!” She screamed to me before running
out of the tent. Well, she had to stop to open the tent flap but that's not the point.
I had upset her but…I didn't feel guilty or upset. I felt empty. Same thing I always felt.
Suddenly the tent flap flew open and someone walked in.
“Sara listen. I'm fucking sorry okay! I didn't mean it, there I said it!” I yelled, in
my usual tone. What? It's hard apologising. Being a vampire makes it even worse.
The person didn't reply back.
“Awww come on Sara! You know I don't mean to snap at you. It's just what I do, I can't fucking
help it!” I growled.
“Shut up! You know you mean everything you say. You're a vampire for Pete's sake! You don't
have feelings and you don't give a shit about anyone else but yourselves!” The person yelled,
but it wasn't Sara, it was Gerard.
“Gerard? What the fuck are you doing in here?!” I snapped.
“Sending you back to Hell.” He said before I felt pain surge through my body coming from
I let out a deafening scream before pulling whatever it was out of my stomach.
It was wooden which meant it was a stake.
“You…you…bastard.” I said between breaths since it was getting harder to
“At least I'm not a monster like you.” He replied.
“You…are if…you…kill me.” I said, gasping for air.
He didn't say anything back. I didn't want him to either cos that mean replying and that hurt too
Air was becoming harder and harder to take in. I was actually panting like a dog now.
A fucking wounded, blind dog.
My eyelids began to get heavy again. I didn't want to die for the second time. The first time was
My eyes closed and my body was so heavy I couldn't move it.
I could feel myself slipping away and I was going to let it. I just couldn't be bothered to fight
Plus everyone hated me. I mean, who could love a vampire?
“Fine Gerard…you…win.” I said before blacking out.
(Yeah I know she's already blind so how can she black out? Just wait lolls)
She lay still now, completely dead. The blood still oozed out of her stomach where I had stabbed her
with a stake.
Her blood was black with red streaks in it as it pumped out. `Kinda like her hair' I thought.
“You…are if…you…kill me.” Replayed through my mind.
Was I as much of a monster as she was?
The sounds of war where all around me.
I was one of them which didn't rest and carried on fighting.
“Jared!” My brother Shannon yelled running up to me. Well, not actually running because
he had a huge axe in his hands which made him slower.
“Jared! We should go back and get some rest.” Shannon yelled over the noise.
“We can't just go! There will not be…” I got cut off by a blood curdling scream
coming from a near by trench.
“Come on!” I yelled, running towards it.
Shannon followed, still clutching that axe in his hands.
We both dived down into the trench, loads of tents where pitched up. Which one did the scream come
“Fine Gerard…you…win.” We heard coming from the tent directly in front of
After a couple of minutes a man with short white hair walked out looking a little shocked.
“Let's go see.” Shannon whispered before walking silently along to the tent.
He pulled back the flap and gasped.
I walked over and pulled the flap back further so I could see.
Shock surged through my body. I entered the tent and walked over to where the girl lay. I pressed my
fingers on her skin, it was stone cold.
“Is she…” Shannon started.
“She's a vampire.” I said answering his question.
“What's it to you?” I asked. My brother seemed…upset?
“Nothing…but is she?” He asked. I could tell he was lying.
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