Fatal Mistakes

Clare has been turned into a vampire, the greatest monster of them all... yet, she hates herself for it. Tries her best to stay human. When the sun burns her, their stakes chase her, how could that ever work? In fact, trying to retain her humanity could be her one fatal mistake.

This story began as one I wrote over a year ago (the first 12 chapters are from then) and I think my writing has improved since then. Let me know what you think.


11. Chapter Eleven

I know as soon as she enters the room, that I will never be able to trick her. Although the girl standing opposite me had such a bubbly and almost childlike voice, her appearance is anything but. She was wearing leather pants, with a denim jacket - a strange combination, but one which allows the stake that is tucked into her belt to be seen easily.

"Hi," I said, managing to wave, as I tried to hide Dan from view. Thankfully, he had finally fell silent, so at least that was not something which I had to worry about. My focus was simply on stopping her from realising what I was while I still could. That was all that mattered.

The girl nodded at me, frowning. She could already see that something was wrong, and I checked my reflection in the mirror. There was no blood on my face, and my contacts were still in. The red eyes that lay beneath were not yet visible.

"What's up?" she asked, walking into the room so we were standing next to each other. I shrugged, knowing that if I spoke I would most likely say something completely wrong. She looked down behind me, and gasped. Groaning, I stepped away from Dan.

"He's just drunk," I said, rolling my eyes and hoping that he would stay silent so that I wouldn't have to do something that I regretted. 
"Drunk? Where'd you get the booze?" I can see that she doesn't really believe me, but from the excited look in her eyes, the idea of having something to drink is more important.

"Dan found it. None left though." My voice was hard, and I wished that I could sound more lively and upbeat rather than a threat.
"Are you sure? I could trade-"

The girl was desperate, but still I just shook my head. There was nothing which I really wanted to say to her, except for her to leave and she wouldn't do that.
She knelt down beside Dan, tilting her head to the side. "What did you have?" she asked him, a strange smile on her lips. His eyes were barely open and he was having difficulty focusing at all. Silently, I prayed that he would answer - what it wouldn't matter.
"What?" he said, his voice way too drowsy and unclear. I cursed inwardly. There was no way that he would have found enough drink to make him that bad, and she knew it.

Quietly, she stood up, and I realised that I still didn't even know her name or what authority she truly held here. If I had ever known, that information was lost to me now. 
"What's happened to him?" she asked and I sighed, looking over at Dan for a reasonable response. He was incredibly pale, almost as pale as I was - the foundation beginning to lie streaked on my skin; a mixture of hues of browns and oranges and pinks. But underneath there lay only the lightest of white, the colour of snow, my skin.

"What happened?" she asked again when I refused to answer. I shrugged, trying to look anywhere but at her. Again, she knelt down beside him, but this time she pulled down the collar and found the bite marks. She screamed, an almost feral sound, and then stood instantly.

"He should be in quarantine," she snapped and I clenched my fists by my sides. She thought that he could still die, could still become a monster, but I would never let that happen. He would survive, he had to. She didn't even care how he was, his chances, she just wanted him as far away from her as he could possibly be.

I managed to nod, and started to pick up his legs.
"What are you doing?" 
I dropped him and stared up at her. "Taking him to the quarantine?" I didn't mean to make it sound like a question.

She started to laugh. "No. I have a few questions for you first." I resisted the urge to run, because I could tell that it wasn't dark yet, though it might be close if I was lucky. I just had to make it a little longer, and then I could run out into the night and they would never see me again.

"How did it happen?"
"He was looking for food in the city and it just came out of nowhere. I staked it, and I brought him back here." 
The girl was in hysterics now, seeming to find it funny even though it was now her life in the balance. 
"You're not strong enough for that."
There was no hint of question in her voice, it was simply a truth to her whatever anyone else thought. I was a weakling and it was physically impossible for me to defend myself.

"It's what actually happened though," I growled, before realising I sounded far too angry. I was starting to get scared.
"No, it's not, is it?" The girl reached over to me, and pulled down the zip on my jacket. I didn't know how she knew, but she did.
Seeing the dried blood on the wounds on my chest, she looked down at Dan approvingly.

Then she turned back to me, a sad look on her face. "You were my best friend once, Claire."

She pulled the stake from her belt, and looking down at Dan, I didn't even consider fighting back at first. Because I had already lost.

I had already tried to stay human, and it was an impossibility. I hadn't been human enough not to hurt Dan.

I vowed to myself that for as long as I could, I would stay still. I would give this idiot child a chance before I killed her.

After all, I was a vampire.

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