I shrill scream dragged me from my sleep. It was loud and rung in
my ears. I look around my dark room. There is nothing. It sounded
like... Nina. I swing my legs over the edge of my bed and rush to
the hall way. The hallway is dimly lit by a single rectangle of
moonlight coming from the window at the end of the hall. I walk
until I find Nina's room. A pink bunny marked her alabaster door.
It's open. I find her lying in her bed at an awkward position. I
watch the tears roll down her face.
"Nina, what's wrong?" I whisper. A muffled whimper
answers me. I tip toe over to her. I know she's only been living
with us for a short time but I love my adopted sister. Even
though it bothers her that her skin isn't as dark as mine or her
hair isn't as curly as mine. But I told her that just because I
was another race didn't mean we couldn't be sisters. I try to
move her but she lets out another scream. I jump. What was wrong?
:"It hurts…." She barley managed to cry.
"I'll get mom, I'll get mom." I said hurrying to my
parent's room. They could find what was wrong. I come to my
parent's room and the door is locked. On the other side I hear my
"No, please!! Stop!!!!" then the vilest cracking
sound that could only be crushed bones.
"MOM!!!" I bang on the door. I cover my mouth and in horror I
slowly step from the door. I run back up the dark hall to my
little sister's room. I rush in and close and lock the door
behind me. I hurry to Nina's bedside.
"Nina, please, what happened? Are you hurt?" But she
won't answer. Her eyes are vacant and stained. Her little back
"I broke her spine……."
"Wake up Zaria." I wake to Coeur shaking me.
"What?" I arise with an aching migraine.
"You were screaming." His Green eyes are cold and lined with dark
eyeliner. He looks dead. Or like a Goth. Bright rays of light
invade the room through a slit in the curtains.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"2:00," He answers.
"And you let me sleep?" He ignores me. I think to ask him again
but I remembered last night's spectacle. He gets up and walks
over to the dresser and retrieves a T-shirt. I roll my eyes and
get out of bed. I head to the bathroom. Everything in there is
stark white. The walls and ceiling. Even the towels and shower
head. I look in the mirror. A skinny girl stares back at me.
Brown eyes, long wavy ebony hair. Thick eye lashes and thick eyes
brows to match. Eww, time for a pluck. And a couple scrapes and
nicks from my accident. Looking at myself now, I remember the
teenager I used to be. Image obsessed. Right now I'd be trying to
shake off a mad hangover from a hot basement party back in
Colorado. I missed my life. I would be grinding on Conner to Sex
therapy by Robin Thicke like there was no tomorrow. Me and Conner
had a thing before I… died in a fire.
I was looking into the eyes of the teenager I used to
be. I remembered my tight skinnies, flat ironed hair, and
converse living on the edge of life with no remorse. I'm not just
some innocent girl. Though I was a virgin, I was promiscuous, if
that's possible. I fooled around a lot, never been penetrated.
Until Coeur came along with his longing gaze and chiseled body. I
sighed and stripped to get in the shower. When I got out I walked
into the bedroom completely naked and not giving a damn. Coeur
was lying on the bed, throwing a tennis ball up and down,
catching it every time. His eyes followed me.
"We need to talk about last night." He says.
"No we don't." I say as I dress. Some skinnies (of course) A
T-shirt and converse. I pull my hair in a pony.
"God, I have to take you shopping." Coeur sneered. I roll my
"You didn't mean what you said. Did you?" He asks. I sigh. I know
I should say no But I remember my dream.
"You broke her spine." I say flatly. Was that enough of an
answer? I head for the door and he's quickly on my heels.
"I thought we were done with the subject." I spin on
my heels and com face to face with him. My gaze is fuming. He's
knows not to go there.
"I know," He says, knowing he touched the wrong subject. His
expression lightens to shame and he looks down.
"Done with the subject?! Do you…" I take a deep
"Yea, I am done with the subject." I turn around and head down
the long staircase. I make it only to the living room with the
large chandelier before Coeur chasing away the silence.
"You know I can never take that back." He says.
"No, I suppose you can't." I say, heading to the front door to
retrieve the mail. I flip through bills in Coeur's name.
"You know, who the hell you expect to send you mail?
Nobody even knows your alive." He says as he snatches the mail
from my hand, accidently leaving a letter in my hand.
"Hey, this one's for me. And it's from Montrose." In
the blink of an eye, it's disappeared from my hand and it takes
me a second to realize Coeur has snatched it. This immediately
"What the fuck are you hiding??!!" I ask.
"None of your god damn business." He murmurs, crushing the letter
in his hand. I ball up my fists. I push past him and go to the
kitchen. I know it's childish to stomp my feet but out of force
of habit I do. The kitchen is clean, but it's mostly because I
don't really use it. I swing open the fridge and scroll through
the various selection of junk foods. I grab the cookies and cream
ice cream and the chocolate syrup. I'll take my anger at Coeur
out on my ice cream.
"Your gonna be so sick." Coeur walks into the room shaking his
head at my poor choice in food. I ignore him and drive the spoon
into the quart of ice cream. He sighs and takes my ice cream and
chocolate syrup from me and puts them up. I watch in disbelief as
he retrieves some carrots and celery from the fridge. He puts
them on a plate and sits them down in front of me. I could have
torn his head off! I take the plate into my hands, and with a
hard flick of my wrists, I send it flying at him. I see it crash
against the wall and break into a thousand ceramic shards.
But Coeur is no longer standing there. What the…?
"Now that wasn't very nice now was it?" He's behind me and very
close to my ear. I jump.
I get up immediately and back away from him. I can see the
irritation animating his pale face. His Green eyes spark with
mischief; most likely at my expense. He walks toward me and I
back away. Then my back meets the kitchen island. I have nowhere
to retreat to and Coeur quickly closes in. I feel around on the
marble counter for a weapon. I intend on hurting him this time.
He eliminates my any chance at personal space by bringing us
chest to chest. My hands discover a flower vase. I quickly grab
it and smash it over Coeur's head. In a huge blur, he's several
feet away and hissing at me with the psychotically amused eyes of
a killer. He is in a defensive crouched position as he dusts
"Oh I'm going to get you for that." He says. I flea
to the living room knowing there is no hope. I nearly slip in the
archway of the living room. I hear a loud growl which causes me
to look back in shock. He throws himself toward me and sends us
both flying through the air and when we land, some how safely on
the living room couch, and he's strategically pinned me down. I'm
breathing so hard, I think I might cough up a lung. He's
laughing. My head is nearly buried beneath the throw pillows of
the large C-shaped leather couch that extends across the room..
"Look how scared you are!" He laughs.
"Get off!" I struggle and he finally lets me up. I push him
playfully back onto the couch and climb atop him.
"Who's got who now?" I ask, finally catching my breath and
breaking a smile. And for a while we both laugh. Enjoying our
time together. Rejoicing this day. The sun finally sets in the
west and the light is drowned by the darkness. I find myself
cuddled with Coeur on the couch in our dark living room perched
in front of the TV like a brainwashed zombie. I can see the moon
clearly outside the window behind the plasma TV.
Can I ask you something?" I say, a thought suddenly
occurring to me.
I feel him shrug.
"Is your father the one who bit you or the one who… Made you?" I
"He made me… As through sex." He answers. I'm puzzled. He sighs
and lightly combs his fingers through my hair.
"My father is a vampire, from what I know. He Had sex with a
human and, Walla! You get me." He says. I turn my head to the
side so I could at least see his perfect profile.
"You're half human?"
"Not exactly. When a half blood child is born, its born purely
human. When it reaches maturity, say 16, it turns vampire. And
the transition is a mother. You're fangs grow in and its like
having a mini chainsaw in you're mouth with you're lips sewn
"I thought you said you didn't remember." I state. Its quiet for
a moment or two.
"I lied. My human memories are really blurry. I actually don't
really remember but from what I do I don't want to go back. My
dad wasn't exactly the nicest man on this earth. In fact, he was
a cold blooded asshole if you ask me. But I hear he's trying to
"Yes. They need me for something. I can't say what."
"You can't or you don't want to?"
He shrugs again.
"It's much more complicated than that. My Father is a
powerful man. And everything you thought didn't exist does. It's
"All these questions. Let's just say he's my fathers assistant."
"One more thing."
"Sunlight. I've never really seen you in daylight, so what's the
deal?" He laughs.
"I burn in it Zaria." This distraught me for a moment but the
thought of him burning to death in sunlight was actually very
funny. His arm tightens around me. I guess I could get use to
this life. But soon as the only sound was the TV again, he spoke.
"you don't really hate me, do you?" He asks. His
voice for the first time, is insecure. But this time I can
"No, I don't"