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.


4. Chapter 4

I walked into a little internet café hoping to get some food. As soon as I opened the door to the café a whirlwind of scents hit me. Think of the most delicious scent imaginable, multiply that by ten, and now you can begin to imagine how good it smelled.

I approached the counter slowly, not missing all the people staring at me wide eyed and shocked. I put my hands on the counter as the cashier came to take my order. She took one look at me and gasped. "Darling what on earth happened to you? You're all dirty, and your dress is ripped! Did someone hurt you? Do you need anything? Somewhere to wash up?"

"N-no I-I just need some food, but I-I have no money." I told the lady, looking at the ground, embarrassed. I could hear all the customers whispering about me behind me.

"My shifts over in ten minutes, so sit tight and you can come back to my apartment, clean up and I will make you some food." The woman offered. 

"Are you s-sure? I mean, I have no idea where I am... And I'm scared." I said my voice trembling and eyes filling with tears.

"Poor thing. C'mon, let's go. I'll leave early, I'm sure my boss won't mind." She told me, patting my arm gently.

We got in her car after she clocked out and hung up her apron, driving past businesses and little shops. She kept trying to make conversation, but my mind was elsewhere, barely registering a word that she said to me. Just as I was about to explain what happened to me to see if she could make sense of my situation, she pointed to a little apartment complex and told me that we had arrived.

She lead me up to the fifth floor and into her room. I sat on the couch awkwardly as she went into the kitchen and I could hear the clicks and the whir of her turning on the stove.

"Would you like bacon and eggs or a grilled cheese?" She asked me.

"It seems like forever since I've had a grilled cheese." I told her.

"Grilled cheese it is." She said with a smile.

It didn't take long before the overwhelming aroma hit me. The scent was almost identical to the one at the café but less intense. I followed the scent into the kitchen. I blinked and what seemed like three seconds later, I opened my eyes and the girl was on the floor all colour drained from her body.

I knelt down to see if she was okay when I realized I wasn't hungry anymore, I was full. And the grilled cheese was still sizzling on the frying pan. 

As I examined her, I noticed that on her neck there were two faint, small circular marks and blood trickling down her neck. At the sight of the blood my mouth started burning and throbbing. I went to touch my teeth to see if anything happened and what I felt in my mouth scared me.

Fangs! I had fangs! Freaking fangs!

Wait, if there were faint bite marks, similar to fangs - and I had fangs...

I killed her!

That was when the severity of the situation hit me. What if the cops found her? What if they found me? I had to get out of here. I scrambled over to the window and threw it open, about to climb out, I had one leg over the sill. Then I heard the voice. His voice. 

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