Jessica
I can't believe what I'm seeing right now. It's not real, it can't be real.
"You're a... you're a vampire." I say in shock. She walks out of the shadows and she rolls her eyes she looks so annoyed that I called her that.
"We're called Nocturnes, not vampires, you annoying feline."
I'm taken aback by that but the point still stands, these creatures exist. They're real and I'm standing next to one. She's looking at me face to face. She doesn't look friendly at all. She looks like she's about to snap my head off.
"I am so sick and tired of you cat people thinking you're better than everyone else."
"Cat people?" What the hell is she talking about? I don't own any cats. I mean I've always wanted to have a pet but they seemed like hardwork yes even cats.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Don't fucking play with me girl. I have lived in the world for centuries, and even though Nocturnes are immortal, you Nytheris keep killing us."
"I'm sorry, Ny—what? I am beyond confused. What are you talking about?"
"DON'T FUCKING PLAY WITH ME!" she screams, hissing showing her large teeth. Then she charges at me. I quickly move out of the way, and she hits the wall. I look at her out of pity, and she turns her head slowly in a creepy way. She feels embarrassed, I know she is, and she hates feeling this way.
Even if people aren't around to see her fail, she still hates feeling this way.
"I'm going to kill you you catty bitch." She runs to me, but this time I don't move as quickly. She pushes me to the wall, and I hit it so hard I think I cut my hand.
I wince at the cut. I look at the small cut, but then something strange happens: the wound begins to close, and the blood disappears; it's like I never cut myself.
Whoa. Okay, I have a strange feeling I'm no longer human. I'm not a vampire either, but this vam—nocturne seems to know something I don't.
But from what I gather she seems scared as fuck of what I am. And it seems like people like me have been enemies to her species for the longest time.
I look up at the vampire.
"You shouldn't have done that bitch." I jump up from the ground and I kick her swiftly, she goes flying, but she doesn't hit anything, she keeps her stamina, and then she grits her teeth. Her red hair matches her red eyes. I think she looks beautiful, but I don't think these creatures care about all that, beauty.
And judging by the looks of things, vampires and whatever I am have been enemies for centuries, and there have been more fights than there are compliments. She flies and she comes down, swishing straight to me.
We clash, and she's on top of me, she screams as she hits me over and over and over like I'm a punching bag. It hurts, it hurts, but I have to act fast before she kills me. And I'm not a fan of dying a second time.
I bring out my long, vicious, and beautiful claws, then I attack her with them. I attack her on the face and she screams in pain. I expect blood to rush down on me, but I don't see any.
She stands from me and she holds her face, she looks like she's in real pain as she screams and screams.
"You are going to regret that!" She yells ragefully, she turns her head to me, and I look at her in horror.
Her face is damaged, yes, but something is coming out of it. Dark smoke, it looks horrific.
She screams some more, but not in a way that suggests she's in pain. Well, there is pain in her voice, but at the same time, it looks like she's calling out for help.
She's bringing backup. The other shadows I saw at the entrance of the club are coming.
She stops screaming and she maniacally looks at me.
"You are so dead, Nytheri." She laughs now. But I can still hear the pain in her voice.
Again with that word Nytheri. What fuck is that, is that what I am?
I receive a push from behind, and I fall to the ground.
"Ow," I scream, then I turn around to see people with pale faces all looking at me like they're about to devour me. And they are going to devour me because these are Nocturnes.
"Ah, poor poor Nytheri. You people can't stop killing us, can you?" The tall one with the jet black hair says to me. They're all circling over me, and I feel like this is going to be my last day on this planet...again.
They all look so young, but I bet they're older than the president of the United States.
"Hmmm, you're not like the other Nytheris I've met." He says. "You're different. Way different."
"What does that mean?" another vampire from behind him asks him, and they're all staring at me like I'm some strange oddity.
"I don't know. I can't point it out, but she's different."
"Yeah, I can smell it on her." The red-headed vampire I attacked says in disgust. "She is different."
"Hmmm." The vampire with the jet black hair hums but then he stares at me. His eyes are piercing red, they're so beautiful it feels like I'm getting lost in it.
"She's a Nytheri, they all have lethal weapons that can end us all." He spits out, and he picks me up from the ground and lifts me like I weigh nothing.
I struggle, kicking my feet.
"Let…go of me."
"Oh, darling Nytheri, we can't do that, we're about to kill you." his fangs are out, and every other vampire does the same thing. I am so fucking dead.
This is how I die, for good this time.
He opens his mouth wide, and he's going to sink his teeth deep inside me. So are the other vampires.
My dad is going to lose me again; he's going to lose the person he loves once again.
Maybe I should have run when I felt something bad was happening. I should have looked the other way. What possessed me to go after that vampire? The old me would have minded her business.
But my guess is, the old me is dead, and now the new me is going to die. I close my eyes and I get ready to die.
"I'm sorry, Dad," I whisper into the air like he's going to hear me.
I am ready to receive the sharp fangs. I am ready for death to take me.
"Get your disgusting hands off my mate!" I open my eyes and I look over to see the hot brown skinned Afro-Latino I saw on the roof, and oh my God.
His eyes are emerald green his claws are out and he looks pissed as hell.
It's over for you bitches.
But wait, what the fuck did he say? I'm his...mate?