Dark Secrets

My name's Hope and I'm dead... Well, I'm supposed to be. I woke up buried and in a cemetery and to make matters worse it looks like I have a personal stalker as well who may be my only chance at answers. Let's just hope he doesn't kill me while we're at it.

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5. Chapter 5

 "What's this? You've made your first kill, I see." Said the hooded man.

"I'm going to ask you this one last time." I hopped down off the window sill and pointed at him, "What-is-your-name?" I said, anger rising in my voice.

"Someone missed her polite pill this morning. If you want to know, you gotta ask nicely, what's the magic word?" He said a smirk coming onto his face.

"Abra-cadabra?" I sarcastically.

He rolled his golden eyes and sighed, "If you must know my name is Alfred William Herrera but you can call me Al."

"No thanks. Why are you even here?" I asked.

"I have to check up on you and I'm pretty sure you have figured out what you are. They just love to kill." He said, tossing and catching a wooden spoon he grabbed off the counter. 

"A-a vampire." He nodded. "No. I refuse to believe that!" I screamed my body inching towards the window again.

"Refuse as much as you like my dear, it wont change the fact that it's true."

"It can only be true if I believe it." I snapped.

"So you know what your special exception is, I guess I can tell you that life as a vampire doesn't come easy, and powers are what keep you alive."

"What does that even mean? Powers? I have powers too? Are you trying to make this more confusing!" I asked, but when I turned around to face him, he was gone.

My eyes drifted to the woman's pale, lifeless body and the thoughts of escape came back and I placed my hands on the windowsill and hopped over, ducking below the open window pane. A burst of speed and I was back at the abandoned house where I'd slept the night before.

I climbed in through the window I had last night and sat on the floor pushing back into the darkest corner hiding from prying eyes.

I raised my hand up in front of my face and realized why that woman had been so shocked when she saw me, dirt was caked underneath my fingernails. And the woman was right my dress was ripped. I needed new clothes if I was going to start going out in public more often, but I had no money.

There was only one option. I had to go back to the graveyard.

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