Vampires are Normal Too, You Know!

Rebecca is a normal teenager, living a normal life. Except that she's a vampire. And where she's from, no one knows that. Rebecca attempts to live her normal-ish life while trying to not feed off the living. But is that how she really wants to live?


5. Chapter 5

The warm blood trickles down my chin as I drain this creature of its life. Sometimes when I kill, I feel bad afterward. But then I realize that it's just my nature to kill. I can't do anything about it. The heart in the lifeless body stops beating. I just killed what I once was: a human.

You may think I'm mean and vicious for killing this seemingly harmless human, but I only kill people who deserve to die. I believe I'm silently doing a good deed for the world, one human at a time. Even though my coven and everyone else that knows my secret think I only drink animal blood, they don't know I drink human blood. It's my little secret, and I dread the day when someone, especially Kyle, finds out about it. Maybe he'll understand if he finds out. But maybe he won't...

I put the body down on the pavement of the alley I'm in right now. I make sure no one's watching as I leave. If someone were to catch me, I could easily intimidate them to not tell anyone, but it'd be better if I don't get caught.

I quickly glance back at the body as I walk away; it seems hidden for the most part. When someone finds this body, I hope they just think something went terribly wrong in this town. That's the joy of living in this cold, northern town: nobody questions things too deeply. If someone went missing, the police wouldn't thoroughly investigate the situation.

I saunter up and down the sidewalk. A thin, fresh layer of snow covers the pavement. I look into the closed stores that are on this street. I see my reflection and notice some blood left on the corner of my mouth. I wipe it off before someone sees. I continue through the streets to my house. The house is located away from others. It's better that way. There is a long row of stairs leading up to the wrap-around front porch. The gray house is three floors tall. I live in the top floor all by myself, which I'm grateful for. Ever since two members of our coven, Garrett and Kim, left us, I've had the third floor to myself.

Silently, I make my way up the steps and into the house. I try not to make any noise, but I know it isn't worth it: no one sleeps in this house, and we all have amazing hearing. I just hope no one questions where I've been. Just when I step inside, my wish is not granted.

Richard, Maude, Isaac, and Daisy all stand around the kitchen island. Their golden eyes glare at me. They've obviously noticed my absence.

"Where have you been?" Daisy asks. She has the natural 16-year-old nature about her. She always seems to have an attitude.

"Places," I reply. I nonchalantly walk to the empty refrigerator and look in it, an old habit of mine. Old habits die hard. I still feel everyone's gaze on my back. Why are they suddenly so curious today?

"You've been gone for a while. You're usually home before now," Maude says. She checks the digital clock on the stove. It says 11:49 PM. "Rebecca, you shouldn't be out that late. You know our thirst is heightened at night."

"I know, I know." Because of the reason Maude said, that's why I went out at night. And to have the cover of darkness protect me. "I was just walking around," I lie. I hope I'm not too obvious about this. I quickly look at the titanium fridge that provides a semi-efficient mirror. No blood. Okay, that's good.

"Just don't go out that late again, unless it's to hunt animals," Richard warns. He slightly smiles at me. He's always very understanding compared to the others. Sometimes I'm convinced he knows my secret of killing.

"Alright, I'll remember." I head off to my room. I hear Isaac complain about how I get away with everything. I chuckle a little bit before I reach the third floor.

I shut the door to my large room. Ah, finally alone. I take a quick shower to wash off any smell of human blood. I try to start the pile of homework I have, but my mind keeps wandering. One subject alone is always in the corner of my mind: Kyle. I don't know why I want to see him, why I want to hear him so much. I picture his beautiful blue eyes looking back at my own. Those eyes seem to bring back memories of my human days, days I haven't thought of for many years.


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