Hey emo girl

"Hey emo girl." A voice rang out through the silence of the lonely park I'm in. 

Great another random bitch annoying me. "What? Also I'm grunge not emo. Get it right." 

"Okay I just wanted to say you look pretty. Don't mind me." The voice said again, making me look up. She's bueatiful. 

She had dark, lush skin that sort of glimmers when the light hits her right. Her eye are a deep brown colour. She clearly has on makeup because her cheeks are a lovely red and her eyelids are a dark purple. Her lips are big and round, she looks like she's been eating cherries, they're stained red. Her hair is in braids; I think theyre called goddess braids? She suits whatever they are. She's tall - she'd tower over me even if I wasn't sat on the ground and her stood up. She's not quite under the tree I'm sat under so the moon makes her glow while the rest of the world looks dark for where I'm sat. 

"You're staring emo girl." 

"No I'm not! Sorry. I have to go." I panick then pause, "and It's not emo. Look it up." 

The next time I'm in the park (which is admittedly the next night.) She comes up to me again. 

"Hey emo girl." 

"Fuck off. I'm not even emo?" I stroke my bleach blonde hair. It's not even teased? I barely wear eyeliner and my clothes are far from emo.

"Okay? That's not my problem. What're you doing here again?" She looked at me sort of sternly almost.

"Listening to music? Is that a crime?" Some song by the smiths came on. I turn it down to hear her better. 

"There are scary- uhm people out here. You should stay safe." What a cunt.

"The only people that I need to be scared of is you‽" I respond back letting a little to much annoyance out in my voice. She just raises her eyebrow and sits down. 

"Thats fine. I'm going to sit here now." 

"Whatever. I'm not moving." I clutch my phone as if to say 'No!' And wrap my jacket around myself even closer. Its fucking cold.

"Okay?" Well shit. 

The following few days we do the same. She sits with me while I listen to music. Sometimes draw. She usualy either sits there people watching, making small conversation occasionally or she will read a random book.

After 2 weeks of this I ask her name. 

"I'm Dorcas. You're Marlene." She smirks knowing she has me caught.

"How the fuck do you know you creep?" I throw, with much aggression, a finished cigarette onto the grass. 

"I'm not who you think I am." She winks and leaves first for the first time ever. I always leave before her as if she's protecting me? But now I'm left alone in the middle of the night, under a tree in the park. It's not scary just a little disconcerting. 

A week later I see her again for the 1st time after that. She has blood on her face.

"Oh my god what the fuck is that?" I'm horrified. I've heard rumors about people eating other people but not in my town‽

"Marlene please stay. Let me explain?" She looks deranged. Hot but deranged. 

I make a run for it. I am not going to be cannibalised today or ever. Never trust sexy women who don't know grunge from emo. She somehow is infront of me within 2 steps of running. It throws me off balance and she catched me with a bloodied hand. A hand with blood on it!

"Marlene." She whispers, her voice syrupy and condescending. 

"Don't kill me!" I give her the best scowl I can muster up. It's clearly not good enough. 

"Come on pretty let's get you sat down. You'll need it when I explain." She giggles a little at her own humour. I wriggle from her grasp well enough that I can get a few seconds of running in. 

"Marls." She sounds stern, "you will come with me." And for some reason I do. It's like my body moves for me. 

When we're sat back down I'm shaking in fear because what on earth? 

"Marlene, I'm a vampire. I'm intruiged by you, I can usually see how people die by making eye contact for 5 or more seconds but with you? Nothing. It's weird." She takes a moment to let me process. She laughs. The cunt laughs‽ again! "sorry your face is horrified. Im a vegetarian don't worry. Only animals."

"Not much better sorry. I have to go. Let me leave." There's no way. She's cool as fuck and bueatiful don't get me twisted but hell no.

"The thing is emo girl-"

I cut her off, "not emo."

"Whatever pretty. I need human blood every 3 months. I want a little bit of yours, not much, you'll live. Just enough to keep me going. I want yours because from what I can tell, you don't die." 

She let's me process. "Show me ur teeth?" Because honestly? I'm intruiged and it's not love I can leave.

Fuuckkk. She's hot. Her teeth are perfectly straight until her canines that are long and sharp. She explains the 'numbing effect' they have so it won't hurt. If anything it'll feel good. She explains she's put a sort of hypnosis on me so I have to stay here. I can't run.

I check my watch for the time: 12:49. "got somewhere to be?" She grins. I scowl. I want to leave because its cold, I'm scared, I'm attracted to a monster and worst off all she's finding this amusing. 

"Okay. Not too much or else I will haunt you for eternity or whatever." I don't think the fact she can't see if I die has truly set in. 

She's right, it doesn't hurt. It feels good? "More? Take more?" She does. It's dizzying how good and right it is. The lack of blood added a blur to everything and the pain numbers numb all pains. 

I feel a little blood trickle down my neck that she swoops down to collect with her tongue, licking a hot stripe up my jaw. I grip her arms from next to her although I'm practically onto of her lap at this point. She grips my hair and pulls hard. It all feels so good. It's great.

It's great until she bites me. Right through my neck. The fucker bites me?! "Ow what the fuck?" I complain and jump away from her. I shout a little to loudly for a deserted park in the middle of the night. I feel a pain shoot up my neck to my jaw. Her face goes from situated and pleased to horrified in a second. It no longer feels good for either of us.

"This part will hurt, it was an accident." She's not wrong. It goes from the ache in my jaw, to my eyes, to my arms, to my skin burning, to my whole body being on fire. I slumped over the demon herself and she held me until it subsided, stroking my hair and whispering that itll be okay. It was probably 30 muinets of the pain. It ends with a stomach ache not dissimilar to hunger, "Come on let's get you in bed. I'm sorry." I promptly pass out.

When I wake I almost vomit. Wherever this bitch has kidnapped me to smells of rotting bodies. The first thing I see when I finally open my eyed is the ceiling. The second is Dorcas. 

"Oh ew, go away." I say. The weirdo just frowns. 

"Do you remember?" 

"All I remember is me passing out I think and you kidnapping me?" What am I missing. There's an hour or so that's blank in my memory. 

"I- uhm- accidentally turned you?" She shyly smirks looking guilty.

"I'm a vampire?" Astonished I sit up against the headboard that is hidden by 20 odd cushions. They all look different styles and are probably from different decaded, the duvet is covered with a blue flowery cover that is coquettishly sweet. The walls are a bland beige. I fix my stare on dorcas' face. She looks apologetic but also releived. Confusing as ever. 

"Yes." She looks into my eyes with a pointed stare. After a few seconds: "Sorry, seeing if anything changed." 

We talk for a while (argue) until I bring up how hungry I am. I try not to think to hard about what that means. She explains that there are many vampires like her that can help me learn to not want human blood and be a 'vegetarian' like them. Apparently I can't be trusted around 'humans' yet so I can't see my family and friends. She gives me my phone - fully charged - from the bedside cabinet. I text mary that I'm fine just on an impulsive holiday and tell my family something similar. 

She brings me a bottle of human blood. Its probably the best thing I've tasted but also the most disgusting thing I've ever done. I couldn't explain with a gun to my head. 

Later that day she lends me some of her clothes. A band tee (marina and the diamonds whoever they are) and some basic black shorts. It's not exactly me but my bootcut jeans and scratty old jumper from the night before are muddied and blood stained. She let's me use her shower and gives me a toothbrush, pink, and leaves me too it. Its the 1st time I've been alone since yesterday evening.

When I'm in the bathroom all cleaned up I look in the mirror. I look the same really. I might be a bit paler but that could just be the nausea. I look foreign though. My teeth seem the same. She catches me staring at my 'fangs' confusedly. 

"They come in on command. Watch." She shows her fangs then hides them in a second. 

"Cool." I say practically emotionless, I'm exhausted. "Is the 'transformation' supposed to be tiring?" 

"Yes very. Again I'm sorry. You're 20 right?" She comes up to me even closer and I sit on the sink with her leaning on the window sit next to me. Her voice is quite posh. Not mean posh, kind.

"Eighteen. I can get drunk for eternity at least." I try a small smile but I just feel like I'm going to pass out. 

"Hm. I'm 289. It's my birthday pretty soon actually." She says, "we should get you a snack and then some sleep. We have a busy day tommorow." I get down from the sink and drowsily walk to the bed. 

We feed together (on a deer) and nap together. We wake up together and then get ready for going on tonight together. I end up in some more borrowed jeans that drag on the floor, she's way taller then me. "How tall are you Dorcas?" 

"6 foot." 

"Hm I'm 5'6." 

When we go out she keeps a hold on my arm the entire time. Its half cute and endearing and half pissing me the fuck off. We walk around the neighbourhood. I don't recognise it until I see a sign saying the name of my town. We agree it's best not to go there tonight incase I'm seen by my family or friends. We're only in the town over so it's not like I'm a stranger although I've never been here. We go to some charity shops and get me some new clothes. Ones that fit.

We spend about a week together. It's fun. She's the right mix of devious and kind. It takes me a while to cone to terms with the fact I'm a monster. The cravings and exhaustion wear off soon enough and the only thing different about me is that I'll soon unlock my 'ability'. Dorcas explains she can see how people die and that her friends all have an ability aswell. She says on Friday we will go meet them. I text my freinds I'm OK again and my family doesn't seem to mind I'm gone. 

Friday night comes around and we travell to the lake district to stay at a place called 'the house of black'. When we arrive after 2 hours of torturous driving a man named sirius welcomes us in. 

He has an 80s rocks type of look about him that makes me want to befriend him. In the house there's sirius and 2 other men and 3 girls. 

"I'm sirius, this is my brother reggie-"

"Regulus." The slightly shorter man corrects. 

"Whatever. And that is James." He finishes with a wolfish smile. I smile back with a little less enthusiasm. More apprehensive probably.

"I'm Pandora, that's Emmeline and Alice. Lily should join us soon." She has an air of whimsy around her. "My ability is I'm a seer. I can see the future."  She says as she leads us through the house to what i assume is the living room. Ironic.

"I'm Em, telekinesis. Alice can read minds, not ours though!" 

"James pleasure to meet you." He does a little mocking bow with a grin. "Strength. Regulus has water control and sirius' is slightly unclear but he can do spells." 

I nod. It's a lot too take in. "When will I get mine?" I hope it's something cool like invisibility. 

"Soon." Dorcas promises. We all talk for a while until sun rise when sirius does a spell on me to make me immune to the sun. Thank fucking God. 

Lily arrives, kisses James on the nose and gives everyone a hug. When she gets to me she leans in to whisper. "Ever heard of sirens? I have the seductive abilities of them." My eyebrows shoot up. "I dont use it much however." She smiles bashfully. 

Alice explains the rooming arrangements. James and lily. Her and Emmeline. Pandora and regulus. And sirius rooms alone, apparently lacking a 'pair'. Me and dorcas room together.