Kira POV
There's a whole lot of things going on in my little ol' mind right now and the more I think... The more I wanna smoke pot. In all honesty, I've never done anything like that before but I rather get high than deal with all this. For God's sake, I might die from overthinking if I don't get my shit together.
I'm barely 18 and I'm already going through the eye of a storm. Well, it's more like I'm being chased by a freaking tornado. *Sigh* What did I do to deserve this? Nothing. Obviously I was created using the wrong sperm and the wrong muthafucking egg. Now I wish that I was really left on my parent's doorstep by a Stork or fell from the sky, like they usually told us when we were younger.
Having nothing else to do, I close my eyes enjoying the scent of lavender. My body is too weary to move and my mind is too anxious to think. I flutter my eyes open to be met with complete darkness, just the way I like it. I groan playing with the bubbles around me knowing damn well that I might develop blisters very soon. Even at my age, I'm still tempted to taste these bubbles, they're just so pretty and the scent is just so addicting.
The last time I check, I was taking a bath at 2:52am. By the look of things, I'm guessing I dozed off. The room is too dark for me to see the clock and my fatigue is preventing me from leaving this bathtub. It wouldn't be my first time falling asleep in a bathtub and this is most definitely not the last time either. It's comfortable, especially when the water's warm and you can enjoy the peace and quiet, unbothered.
A sudden gust of wind hit the back of my neck causing my heart to skip a beat. I'm not stupid enough to left my window open, right? Well you've been doing a lot of stupid things lately Kira. You stupidass bitch.
Like a teenager on their way to steal their parent's car keys, I grab my towel and tiptoe into my bedroom. The room is dark but not as dark as the bathroom because of the light peeking through the window. The window is ajar, but I doubt anyone would try and squeeze through when they could easily burst down my door and drowned me while I was peacefully asleep in the bathtub.
Why would a normal person crawl through a three storey window after 3am?
A sigh of relief escaped my mouth when the room illuminated and I'm the only person present. I close the window and slip into the first pajama I could find. His scent is still on my pillow. His fucking stupid scent is still on my pillow. My fluffy goddamn pillow.
He came here smelling like somebody else's perfume, yet his scent is what's left behind.
Oh wait. I never thought of how easily it would be to forget that I have a bounty on my head. Can't be too careful now, can you Kira?
I double to check to see if anyone's hiding under my bed. Hmmm no one. Well that doesn't mean there's no one hiding in my closet, hmmm no one. I stride over to the bathroom and yep, no one's in here. Boo hoo
Please. Whoever wants to kill me is no amateur and drowning me would've been too easy. If I'm really that special or whatever, then they're probably planning a death that I'll remember forever. Well it depends on their motive, if it's just my magic that they want, then they're not really gonna care how I die.
Now that I think about it. I didn't even think about how I wanted to die. Yeah, I agreed to carry out the process today but I never really thought about who was gonna do it or how it was gonna happen. Well well well, who would've thought the day would come when I have to choose the way I die? Well to be fair, It's not about how I'll die, it's about what I'll become after I die.
Watching movies and reading books about vampires and werewolves, I always thought they were cool... Then I met a couple of them.
It's not that I don't think they're cool anymore, some are. You have the cool ones, for example Rachel (who's a werewolf btw), then you have the most dangerous immortal alive, Christian, but he's only nice when he's around me... for now that is. He's only doing this because I'm a human and the headmaster forced him to. Last but not least you have the Vampire bitch like yesterday that thinks their all that. Being a bitch isn't gonna make people like you.
Take me for example... I have bitch in my blood and I'd be lying if I say I don't like it. It's not my fault that I hate people and I have a bad attitude most of the times.
It's not that I hate people but some people are just very hard to like.
All that and I'm still stupid.
Here comes the memories I try so hard to avoid. That muthafucking kiss.
I kissed him. I can't believe I kissed Christian Remoné. And he kissed me back. I don't know what came over me, I just felt like I had to kiss him. The most shocking thing about it is, he actually kissed me back. Don't get me wrong, I'm kissable. I mean look at me, I couldn't care less about what other people think of me... I am beautiful and sexy as hell. He'd be an idiot not to kiss me back. But still though... why tf did he let it happen? He could've stopped me. Pfft, no he couldn't have.
It was totally unexpected, in the back of my mind I wanted to kiss him but I didn't expect my lips to betray me and actually do it.
The aftermath was so awkward. We pulled away as soon as we realized what we were doing and I freaked out and asked him to leave. He didn't even hesitate because in less than a second, all I heard was the slam of my door. I sat by myself on the bed for more than 20 minutes trying to erase the memory out of my head. It's either I didn't try hard enough or I didn't really wanna get rid of it. Either way I couldn't, I just can't.
Do I have a feelings for him? No... No I do not. Fuck, I think I have feelings for him. No I don't, I'm just confuse, right? right.
Oh boy. I have a crush on a thousand year old vampire.
I don't regret the kiss at all. Honestly I'd do it all over again. I've never felt this way about any guy before. What are you doing to me Señor Remoné? I know he cares about me... And I kinda, sort of, think I feel the same way about him. He cares about me because of a promise he made to that woman years ago and I care about him because he cares about me. I think
My sleepy eyes struggle to stay awake even though I haven't been able to sleep since he left. I just don't feel comfortable without him around. Regardless of all that, I can hear my stomach grumble, "Great it's 3:36am and I'm freaking hungry," I mumble to myself. I haven't ate anything since yesterday and now I'm starving.
I really need to get something to eat if I'm gonna perform the transition tomorrow. I made my decision, I'm willing to die to protect the people I care about- my parents, brothers, my aunt, Christian and others. I can't let them die because of some stupid spell, my so-called loving Granny did.
C'mon it's after 3:30 in the morning, it's not like they're blood sucking roaming vampires the halls at this time. Does these vampires even sleep?
'Maybe Rachel's awake. Ya know and I could ask her politely to grab me something to eat'. I fall back on my stomach and realizing that, that's not an option. She barely sleeps over here.
Fuck all this... I'm hungry.
Holding my breath I slowly walk over to the door. Maybe this is a bad idea. Well a girl gotta eat. Steadying my racing heartbeat, I pull the door and step into the hallway one foot after another. There I go leaving my room for the first time since I got here. I have my own bathroom and Television but no kitchen. The closest thing I have to a kitchen is a damn fridge, which has been empty for like.. Idk forever.
The hall is very quiet.. Too quiet. I'm really hoping no one's awake because if they are, then there's a 97.9% that i'm doom.
It's a good thing the hall isn't dark because if it was, then I'm pretty that I'd slip and fall on gravity, scaring my own self in the process and scream walking everyone up. I'm not clumsy, I'm just stupid. Stupid enough to actually risk leaving my room without a broom or something to defend myself.
Fuck. Okay I'm going back.
Oh dear God.
*Gulps* how do I-uh... go back when I-uh... don't know exactly which way I-uh... came from?
All the doors look the same, how tf am I suppose to know which one is mine? It's not like I marked it or anything, this is my first time leaving the room for God's sake. Well there's no turning back now is there?
Halfway through the hallway, I finally realize that, I have no idea where the kitchen is. Shit. I mentally slapped myself and slide down the wall. If only there were only werewolves staying on this block, then maybe... maybe knocking on the doors was an option. But it's not, I can't just knock on somebody's door at 4am and be like 'Hi. I'm new here and I kind of left my room to grab something to eat but I got lost and now I don't know which room is mine. Can you help me find it?'. Not a bad idea... it's a terrible idea.
"How can I be so stupid?" I whisper ducking my head into my knees.
"I wonder"
And I was really hoping I'd be alone.
Oh boy. I'm good as dead. He's gonna rip me to pieces and share me with his roommates.
C'mon Kira, think positive, maybe he's a werewolf or a good witch. Yeah maybe he's a good guy. Maybe buddy here couldn't sleep either and wants to make friends ya know.
Or maybe he's a teacher here or supervisor or a friendly worker or janitor or somebody that doesn't wanna fucking kill me. Maybe I'm just hearing things. I slowly turn my eyes in the direction of the voice and 'Oh shit, I'm gonna die'. I'm not hearing things, there's really a man standing down the hall.
"Mhmmm" he lick his lips and begin walking closer to me. He's a vampire alright. I'm dead. "You must be Kira. The new girl right?". I can't run, I can't move, I can't speak, I can't do shit! The look on his face says it all, he's not here to ask me about my favourite midnight snack. As a matter of fact... I think I'm his midnight snack.
I open my mouth to speak but I can't think of anything effective to say. Screaming is no use because I'd be dead before anyone hears. "I-..." I stutter, "I don't know a Kira."
He snickers and the next thing I know, his fangs are out and he even looks hungrier than he was before. Yeah, maybe I should've just shut tf up.
"Unfortunately for you my dear, I'm a little hungry," and with that he sped in front of me and pin me against the wall. Help. Where's the freaking Spanish boy when you need him? Ugh screw you Christian.
Always there to knock down my door, disturb my peace and quiet, interrupt my me-time and where tf is he when you need him, huh? Most likely fucking some random vampire. Ya know what! I never wanna see his sexy ass again.
"Too bad no one's here to save you". That's the last thing he said before he punched his fangs into neck. I screamed as loud as I could. It hurts. It's pointless screaming. Even though most of the people here have supernatural hearing, I don't think anybody cares. Rachel is the only person on this block that talks to me and she's not even home. He is right, no one's here to save me.
Fuck. I remember Rachel telling me that they were suppose to have some sort of meeting around this time in the auditorium. That's why the hall was so quiet, no one's home. I was the only one here since I'm human and all. This dude is not even suppose to be here.
He grip my shoulders hungrily causing his finger nails to scrape my skin. I scream pushing him off but the more I force his body off mine, the harsher his grips get. I can feel the blood dripping off my shoulders and neck and soon enough, I'm now too weak to try and push him off. He's too strong, there's nothing I can do to try and save myself, not even kicking him in the crotch would work because of how he have me pinned up against the wall. I can't move my legs at all.
I drop my arms and give in to the pain. He loosens his grip on my shoulders but he doesn't let me go and his fangs are still plunge into my neck. I can feel the life draining out of my body at this point. "P... Please s..stop," the words manage to crawl off my lips. The tears slowly stumble on my dry lips. He isn't stopping, He's gonna kill me.
He finally let me go and I fell to the floor but his fangs didn't leave my neck. I was too weak. I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. There's no way I'm gonna look him in the eye, there's no fucking way imma give him the satisfaction of killing me. This ugly, greedy, skinny ass, muthafucker-
"Quita tus jodidas manos de ella, mierda enferma!! (Get your fucking hands off her, you sick fuck!! )" Christian shout out grabbing the guy off me and throwing him to the ground. Damn, the way he grabs like he's as light as a baby and the dude literally had me trapped against the wall like a helpless toddler. No wonder everyone is afraid of him.
The only time he speaks Spanish is when he's trying to prove a point. It's always easier to express yourself in your first language. So when he shouts like this... you know something's bout' to go down.
Christian is taller than him and a lot stronger so he easily looks like the bigger man. He punched the guy so hard I actually heard when his mandible broke. He tries to push him off but Christian's left knee in his chest is preventing him from moving a muscle. Even when the guy is groaning and coughing up blood and maybe a couple teeth, Christian hasn't eased off him one bit. In a couple of seconds he lifts my attacker by the neck with only his right hand and throws him down the hall into the wall. Gosh that's some cruel shit.
The guy's barely moving at this point and he looks like he had been attacked by a whole pack of angry wolves. I'm afraid to look at Christian at this point. I can hear his growling from here and I know... I know I won't be the only dying today.
I turn my head and boy oh boy I cannot believe my eyes. Even they could barely stay open a few minutes ago, they manage to widen at this sight. Remember when I said, I wanted Christian to show me his fangs and all but I said I wanted to enjoy the person he is around me because I knew it wasn't gonna last long? I was right.
The gorgeous Christian I once knew disappeared. I've never seen anything like this before, well not in real life. This is the monster he was talking about. His beautiful grey eyes are now dark as midnight. His usually attractive fingers are now claws and his fangs are now visible and filled with blood from ripping the guy's neck open. He grip the dude by his neck (or should I say what's left of his neck because that shit goin' slid off any second now) and slid his hands directly into skinny dudes' chest. "Te veré en el infierno perra (I'll see you in hell bitch)" is all he said before ripping out the guys' heart. The next thing I know his heart is in Christian's left hand and his head in the other. He did him bad, real bad like really really bad. This is fucking gory.
This is one image that I'll never be able to get outta my head.
"Ay dios mío, Kira!" He shouted and drop the guy's heart running over to me. The pajama he was wearing earlier is now covered in blood, so is his hands and face. Handsome devil. He pick me up with ease and in a couple seconds I was in his room.
I'm surprise I'm not dead yet. Not only did the guy took a lot of blood from me, I'm still bleeding the fuck out. I paid attention in Biology class long enough to know that I'm supposed to die from an exsanguination any minute now. Worst part about it is, it doesn't hurt anymore.
The room illuminate and he gently rest me on a bed. He grit his teeth when he realize how bad my condition really is. His eyes are still dark, the same way they were when he was murdering the guy in the hall, and for the first time since I got here... I can actually see the emotions within those eyes. He's angry, furious, enrage. No matter how hard I try, I can't help but feel terrified regardless of my condition.
He grab a gauze or something like that, I can't really tell what it is. He grabs something from under the bed and try to tape the holes on my neck to stop bleeding. It doesn't matter, I've lost too much blood. Maybe if he paid attention to me first before killing Mr Guy back there, it wouldn't have been this bad.
It's not fair of me to blame anybody... THE WORLD JUST SUCKS.
He bit his wrist and try to feed me with it. Keyword: try, I barely have enough energy to open my mouth. "No se suponía que murieras así, maldita sea!! (You weren't suppose to die like this, god damn it!!!)," he shouted as I struggle to drink his blood. There was a loud thud in my stomach causing me to puke out everything on him. Nasty.. "That's not gonna help brother," a female voice said, "She has already lost too much blood.. You have to let her go".
"I can't," he screamed. Another person walked into the room, "I know how much she means to you Remoné.. But you have to let her go. She will come back," I recognize that one as the headmasters' voice. "What if she doesn't?" Christian mumbles with a hint of anger in his voice. "She will," the female voice adds. I can't tell whether he's angry at my attacker or if he's angry at himself.
I'm ready... What's meant to be it'll be and I'm ready to let go. Never thought I'd die on an empty stomach but I also never thought I'd die from the result of a vampire sucking the blood outta me. All this for a fucking late night snack and I didn't even get any.
"I can't bare to see her like this," he mutter gently letting go of my now pale hand.
All of a sudden, I can feel the pain again. It starts off as a sting on my neck, then it's my heart struggling to beat. I feel like I'm suffocating and enough air isn't entering my nose because my mouth refuses to open. I want it to stop. I want to scream to them 'please make it stop' but I can't. All I want right now is to die, it hurts so much.
"You have to end it... Put her out of her misery." The headmaster said. Just kill me already. "Are you fucking crazy???!! I can't kill her?!!" He retort. "I will.."she whispers moving closer to me. "Alli!!" Christian fumes. "I have to, brother. I don't wanna hurt her... I really don't. But I can't stand here and watch her suffer. I know how much you care for her and I care for her too. I promised Yvonne I'll protect both of you and besides..... it was my fault you weren't here tonight to protect her in this first place,". She pulled a knife and I can feel her walking closer to me, "I'm really sorry Kira," and with that.. She stab me. She really fucking stabbed me
My flew open instantly at the impact. It doesn't end the pain but for some reason my mouth can slightly move again. "I think it's time to say your goodbyes now Christian," she whisper with a hint of guilt in her voice. This isn't a fucking goodbye
"Kira?" His face came into my view at the sound of his voice. I had to see his face before I go. He leans in and kiss my cheek. His lips felt like heaven on my face.
"I love you, Choco" he whisper into my ears.
Did he just said what I think he said? Or was that the voice of Jesus telling me he loves me before he brings me to Heaven. Oh wait... Jesus doesn't call me Choco.
He loves me.
I force my mouth open to speak. "I... I.. I'll be back... I... I.. P-promise,".
I'll be back
Whether days, weeks, months or years. I'm coming back and I have a feeling I won't be coming back with Angel wings and a pure heart.
I can't see or hear anything anymore. My body went numb. I'm dead asf.