The Good Girl's Vampire Bad Boy

You have your typical bad boy.

Well, I have my typical vampire bad boy.

My name is Desiree Johanns and I am going to tell you about the good girl's vampire bad boy.

Author's Note: There will be some mature (*coughs) scenes in this story. But nothing too extreme, trust me. That's a promise.

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12. Chapter Eight: In the Arms of Brahms Cavallo

I knew I was talented when it came to persuading someone, or more like a particular vampire. I was in the passenger seat in Brahms' car. Yes, he was taking me to that place where we both believe my family could be. I was happy to know that I would get to see my sister and mom soon. I did beg Brahms continually and expressed my need for them.

We drove up to a wooden house, but the wood was painted black. I didn't like the vibe it was giving off. Brahms turned to me and said, "Stay inside the car." I wanted to go in with him. I shook my head and was about to say something, but Brahms had already left me in the car. I looked out the window and it was very dark. 

And staying out here in a car alone is safe?

Men.

I looked in the back of seat and was surprised to see a shiny silver gun. I picked it up and looked at it. It was beautiful. I have never held a gun before, but there are always first-times right?

I hesitated. Should I? Then I heard a girl screaming. It was very faint and distant. It was the sound of pain. Without thinking, I opened the door and got out with the gun in my hand. The cold breeze stung my skin and I yearned for warmth. The screaming was getting louder. It was coming from the woods that surrounded this place. I looked at the house, where Brahms was in. Someone needed help and I was not the one to ignore their cries.

I ran into the woods, dark and cold, so unlike the human world. I followed the scream at fast as I could. Being brave doesn't not having fear, it means overcoming it. As I got closer to the sound, I stopped dead in my tracks. That voice.........

I knew that voice. That crying and screaming belonged to Destanie, my dearest sister. Tears brimmed my eyes as I thought of the things she had been through. I ran deeper in the woods. Then I saw her on the ground. She was wearing a silk nightie. Blood stained the silk making red. I let out a cry and fell to my knees. I crawled to her and saw her face. Pale and lifeless. Realizing the truth that my sister is gone forever, I screamed out in pure pain. 

"DESTANIE!!!!!!!!" I screamed, hugging her cold and bloody body. Her blood covered my hands, dress, even my arms. I brushed her hair back and cupped her face. Her eyes were still opened. They were filled with so much pain and fear. Her face was wet from her tears. I hated vampires. I hated all those people who've hurt Destanie. I wanted them dead. 

Then I felt a hand on my arm, I quickly turned around and fired the gun. 

"Desiree!" 

I looked up through my tears. Brahms had his hands up in surrender. I dropped the gun and stood up hugging him. He instantly wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "We need to get out of here." I buried my face into his chest nodding. I was broken without my sister. I didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. Good Grace! I never thought I had to say goodbye to her. I let Brahms guide me out of the woods, I tore untangled myself from him and glanced back.

"Goodbye, Destanie."

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I woke up in my bed and the sun was shining brightly on my face. My mind was blank. I had no memories of what happened last night. Was I doing homework and fell sleep? Has Destanie returned? I sat up and looked around my room. I must've been so tired that I forgot a few things. Hmm, I'm sure they'll come back to me soon. I looked at my alarm clock and calendar. It was Wednesday and I had school. I quickly jumped out of the bed and opened my closet. I picked out and outfit and ran into the bathroom.

I walked into the school feeling strange, like I was missing something. I felt unusually tired. I went to my locker and felt angry. My locker had been spray-painted all over. I turned around glaring at everyone. Whoever did this was going to pay for it!

I opened my locker and got my books out. I walked to my first period. I found it hard to concentrate on the lesson and what the teacher was saying.

"Miss Johanns?"

I looked up and my cheeks burned. I zoned off again. What was it with me? How the heck was I suppose to get perfect grades if I keep zoning off like this? Mr. Roy frowned at me and asked, "What do you think of Anne Elliot, Miss Johanns?"

Anne Elliot? Who the heck is that? I mentally groaned and said, "Mr. Roy, may I go to the restroom?" His frown deepened. He leaned into me and whispered, "Desiree, are you feel alright, child?" I shook my head and said, "Please."

He nodded and I bolted out the classroom. I went into the girls' bathroom and locked myself in a stall. What was happening to me? Why do I feel like this? It was so strange and weird. I leaned against the stall and grasped my head. I did not feel good at all.

I couldn't focus on the lesson. I couldn't even remember who Anne Elliot was! I felt sick and I knew that I could not stay at school anymore. I came out of the stall and went back home. When I arrived home, I dropped my bag on the floor and fell flat on my bed. I took a deep breath and tried to understand myself.

But I felt this barrier, this wall, and it was frustrating me. I stood up and walked over to my desk in the corner of my bedroom. I saw an pile of paper on it. Not remembering, I grabbed the first page and it read:

Rocks of the World

Desiree Johanns

Brahms Cavallo

That name! "Brahms Cavallo," I said to myself, repeating that name over and over. It was so familiar, but I just couldn't touch it. Then I felt this painful headache. All the memories came back to me. Destanie was dead. Brahms was a vampire. Vampires. Blood. Everything.

"Brahms Cavallo!"

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