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Alice
My instincts wanted me to kill my parents. I couldn't do it, no matter how unbearable this pain is. I growled and howled unwillingly, threatening them with murder and destroying them like they were vampires. They paid no attention to my empty threats as I bled acidic spit out of each side of my neck. They tilted the table I was on up and up and the pain went up and up. I opened my eyes and my parents gasped at the sight.
"Alice, what's wrong with your eyes? Are you seeing any different?" Mom asked. Dad growled in disbelief. "Enough of that spit got to her head to change her eyes and some of her instinctual actions," he muttered in disgust. I growled angrily, looking at my reflection in the acid. My eyes were . . . odd. They were a brown, too light to possibly pass as human, with tinges of orange weaving around to my pupils. I grabbed my cheeks, howling instead of screaming. "Told you," Dad muttered in disbelief. Mom grabbed her cheeks and clenched her eyes shut.
"Too much, too much . . . " she muttered as she sat down and closed her eyes again. "Monique, are you okay?" Dad fell to his knees at her side and held her in a comforting embrace. She stayed perfectly still, too still for even the Living Dead, and that worried Dad. "Monique?" He shook her and she spilled on the floor, eyes closed and lips in a straight line. He immediately leapt up and grabbed her, bleeding life into her with her teeth and his wrist. I saw him wince in pain as she bit harder and harder, subconsciously of course. She would never bite this way if she was awake. He pulled away and stared at his sleeping bride to be. So perfect. So extraordinarily perfect.
I managed to get out of the house and flee back to Evelyn. She had been so kind to me on the first day, and I knew that the other girl, whose name I had forgotten, had been gone. She transferred after the entire wrist incident. When I stepped on the grounds, she was waiting for me, smiling. "Heard your thoughts," she teased, tapping her temple. I laughed. A boy suddenly appeared beside her, just out of thin air. I gasped, and he laughed. "Beautiful," he thought. I could have sworn he spoke it, he looked at me so confidently. I gasped, shaking my head. He laughed. "Evelyn told me she found my soul mate, I figured I'd like to meet you," he said, extending a hand. I took it, and it was the same temperature as mine. Odd. He laughed. "Living Dead," he muttered. "I'm half Demon," I said, putting my hands behind my back. He looked at my eyes and laughed. "I could tell by the strange designs of your eyes. Could be contacts, but I doubt it." He seemed to know it all! I sighed, and he detected the distress in my voice. "No need for all of that," he muttered, barely audible for even me. He had a pleasant vibe about him. I could sense no malice in his presence, he was just there. Like a ghost, he was swiftly at my side, holding me up.
"You looked as if you were going to fall."
"Is that so?"
"Yes it is. Would you like to go back to your dorm?"
"But of course."
During this whole conversation, he was about five inches from my face. Suddenly, I lost control and every sense of self preservation I had. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back, not seeming too surprised about it. "Josh!" Evelyn shouted. He held a hand to her face and pushed his palm into her forehead. "Quiet, Evelyn!" He thought, still holding his lips to mine. "Joshua! If you have any sense of self respect, you'll pry yourself from Alice Adrienne right now," Evelyn muttered. Reluctantly, I relinquished my choke hold and pulled away. "Enthusiastic, aren't we?" he joked. I laughed, a tinkling laugh like Evelyn's, and gasped. "What?" He asked, obviously overly concerned. "I . . . Don't know . . . What's wrong with me." I sputtered, to which he laughed. "Alice, you're a half-breed. Your laugh is going to be half and half, Demon and Living Dead," she said, choking back her laughter. "She's not just a half breed, she's my half breed," Josh muttered, slipping an arm around my waist. Evelyn gagged.
I sat on the bed in my dorm, Josh constantly popping back into my thoughts. "I didn't know you felt so strongly about me," He muttered as he stepped through my door. I laughed my tinkling, childish laugh, and he pulled me off of the bed.
"Evelyn's not here?"
"No. She's out with her family."
"Have any idea how far she went?"
"Not a single clue."
"That's terrific."
I was then pressed against his chest, embracing him and letting him hold me. How strange this felt, my Immortality Charm throbbed and heated up against my chest. "Strange," He muttered, holding his charm. Both charms were glowing a bright, bloody red. "It's. . . Warm." We were confused, holding the beautifully embroidered charms that adorned our necks. "My parents gave theirs to each other when they did this." He stared at me in confusion. "So you love me?" I nodded, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. "Well, Alice, since this is how we're going to spend our forever. . ." I stared at him in shock as he got on one knee and pulled away his charm. "Will you marry me? I promise you the most beautiful time on Earth, and I can make you happy." I was literally hyperventilating air that I did not need. "Oh. My. Gosh," I managed to gasp. Married? At 13? I would desperately need to be aged, and quickly! He stared up at me in confusion. "I can do that for you. Abilities," he muttered. "I want forever with you badly. I want you and only you." I got through the words without stuttering or having my voice crack. He smiled at me and put his charm around my neck. I handed him mine and he slipped it on, and the glowing stopped on both of them. "Stay perfectly still, Alice, I don't want this to be anymore painful than it has to be," he said, reluctant.
Pain shot through my entire body. I tried to let loose a rippling howl, that he managed to stop. "Don't move!" he groaned. I felt myself changing, morphing into some unknown being. The pain suddenly stopped, and numbness washed through me. "Go look in a mirror and tell me how old you look," he grinned as he said the words. I walked in this new body, feeling strangely feline.
"Your walk does look catlike," Josh complimented. I ignored him, continuing to walk, when he grabbed me by the shoulders, lightly, and whipped me around. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. His lips found mine and he suddenly pulled away. "Mirror." I sighed and continued walking, leaping out a window and bolting high speed to my car.
I couldn't bear to stare in the mirror at myself without crying.
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