Bloodthirsty

blood·thirst·y (bldthûrst)
adj.
1. Eager to shed blood.
Madeleine Booker has a perfect life. Or she did. Until she woke up one day with absolutely no recollection of what had happened the night before.
Oh, and one other thing. She was a vampire.

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3. INQUISTIONS

Tracy burst out laughing. Then, noticing my expression, stopped. "Wait--you're serious?"

I nodded.

"Well," Tracy began, "You and i went to the dance, you had no date, blah blah blah, Victor danced with you."

"I remember that."

"Then this guy, i don't even think he went to our school, cut in and started to dance with you."

"He did?"

"Yeah, and Victor got jealous." She glanced at me, knotting her eyebrows. "You're sure you remember none of this? Because the other guy, he was ridiculously hot. And you can't REMEMBER?"

"Nope. Not a thing."

"After that, you went off somewhere with him. At about ten you texted me saying he was bringing you home. That's it."

So what happened during that time while i was with the mysterious, hot stranger?

"Maddie. Hey, Maddie." Tracy elbowed me. "We're here."

First period was English, second was science, and third period was history, which i had with Tracy.

"So." she said. "Still a short-term amnesiac?"

"Yeah, unfortunately." I poked her. "I kinda would've liked to remember Victor's face when the mystery guy asked me to dance."

She giggled. "He turned green, i swear."

Wait. There was that smell again. Pennies and salt.

Great.

My head started spinning, and i ran my tongue over my fangs.

"Madeleine? Hey, Maddie? You okay?" Tracy looked worried.

"I'm fine," i managed to mumble. I glanced up and frantically searched the room for the source of the smell. Ignoring Tracy's confused looks, i got up out of my seat and walked over to the door. I glanced out into the hallway and saw a puddle of blood. A kid stood off to the side, with a tissue over his nose, looking embarrassed.

I closed my eyes and inhaled. A smile spread over my lips, and, eyes still closed, i followed my nose to the puddle. Suddenly, it didn't smell like blood anymore. I popped my eyes open just in time to see the janitor spraying cleaning stuff on the puddle. I inhaled and almost choked.

"Nothing to see here," the janitor announced, wiping up the puddle. "Class is going to start soon."

Dazed, I walked back to Tracy. I ignored her questions ("What the heck was that all about?") and instead cupped my head in my hand and leaned my elbow on my desk. I'd almost started drinking blood in front of a whole crowd of people. And blood from someone's nose, on the dirty floor, ew.

What was going to happen next?

 

 

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