Adon sighed. Nothing had been the same since they had forced him to get a job. Everyone seemed to be laughing at him, and the stupid suit he had to wear was just ridiculous. He was sure that Lavender had chosen it. How he loathed her. It seemed as if even the new guys were more popular than him these days. Tye was the worst, where did he get off, just waltzing in to their lives and taking over, he even preferred Lavi to him. Gabe was quite cool, he had to admit, but that Ross wimp, well, he was just pathetic.
Well, at least the library wasn’t too busy, and no one cool enough to laugh at him and get away with it had come in yet.
A girl, who looked a year or two younger than him, walked in and approached his desk.
“Umm, can I renew this?” she asked timidly.
“Yeah, sure,” He scanned the book and a name popped up. “Are you Rayne H. N.?”
“OK, here you go,” He handed her the book and watched her leave. Hmm, he thought. She had long wavy black hair and nice shoes, and she hadn’t laughed at his yellow suit.
How very interesting. It had been a book by Arty McFunsworth, famous vampyre author, who wrote cleverly disguised books on how to live life as a vampyre without dying. Tor had the lot of them at home; maybe he would take a look later.
He finished up his shift and shoved his tie and jacket into his bag, which he then slung over his shoulder. All this depression had made him hungry, so he decided to find himself a tasty looking metyn.
He found one soon after starting. She was a gorgeous looking thing, a long wave of peroxide blonde hair trailed down her back, pale in the moonlight. She was getting cold, he could see the goose bumps rising down her arms, and so she took her long scarf from her neck, and wrapped it around herself like a shawl. She wore a pretty summer dress, black and made of rippling material that came to her knees. Her shoes were strappy and silver and too high for her by the looks of things. She held them in one hand, dangling against her thigh.
It was over relatively quickly. After observing her for a minute or so, he swooped down behind her and sunk his fangs into her neck. She didn’t even scream, just swooned after a few seconds into slumber. He lay her on the pavement gently, but put her shoes into his bag. She had been drinking, he could taste it in her blood, and cheap drink that brought a rare bought of colour to his complexion and left him warm for a while.
He went home, and was greeted by Tor.
“How’d it go?”
“Fine. We had this girl renew an Arty McFunsworth book.”
“Really?” smiled Tor intrigued. “Do you think she was one of us?”
“Dunno, I mean she smelled like a human, but there was something about her. . . .”
They walked to the living room where most of their fellow vampyre housemates were performing some weird task or another. Shadiel was sitting in front of the fire blushing, while Lo and Krow sat opposite giggling. Gary wrestled with eight kittens, one of which seemed to be taking particular pleasure in repeatedly clawing his leg. Ross, Lavender and Tye sat on the couch and watched. Adon walked over and picked up his kitten, the one who did the clawing, and put him on his shoulder. He walked downstairs to the bedroom.
There were other people in the room, as their usually were. Cer and Gabe were the only other two people besides himself who didn’t go in to the living room with the others all night. Cer, like Adon, hated Tye, so he stayed in the bedroom for that reason. Gabe stayed because he was shy in big crowds, but also because Adon and Cer had helped him out when he moved in, giving him clothes, books and stuff. At this moment he was wearing a pair of red converse given to him by Adon. Adon stayed to make sure that he didn’t end up breaking anything. He had already had to pay for 5 chairs that he had broken. Plus, Tye would be there, and he hated the smug look he always had on his face, it made him want to throw up. No one had talked as of yet, so Adon decided to get the ball rolling.
“So, what’s been happening?”
Gabe and Cer looked at each other and stayed silent. If their silence could have spoken it would have said "Fa la la laaaaa…….” in an as inconspicuous way as possible.
“What?” Said Adon, suspiciously.
“Well . . . “ Started Gabe, but someone came in through the door and startled him.
It was Shadiel, who was putting on some lip-gloss, and searching for something on her bed. Adon rooted around in his bag and grabbed the shoes.
“I’ve got something for-“
“Not now Adon, I’ve got a date with Tye.”
“Yes Tye, why are you getting so worked up about it?”
“Because it’s Tye! How could y-. . . oh, never mind.”
Shadiel stormed out and Adon punched the wall, resulting in his fist getting half way through it on account of his vampyre strength. He threw the shoes into his bag and stormed out of the house, slamming the door so hard that the glass in it shattered and sprayed the carpet and the ground.
* * * * * *
The rain seemed unceasing. When Adon stopped running he was in the same car park as his blonde had been in earlier that night. She was gone now, and all he had to keep him company was the endless flow of water into puddles and down drains.
He sat down against the back wall of a shop; his clothes were drenched within a minute. If he were a metyn he would have caught pneumonia, but being a vampyre he was immune to most diseases.
His hair clung to his face and his lip shivered. It was an amazingly cold night. He sat there for an hour or so thinking about things. He hated the house, Shadiel was with him. How could she? She was the only girl he had ever . . . but it didn’t matter now. All he wanted now was revenge, to hurt, to kill, but he could not kill Tye, he was too strong, even for Adon, and he was Tor’s brother, he was bound to be missed.
So, what should he do? He knew now. He would find himself a human, and drain it of its life, knowing that inevitably there would come that exquisite moment when their life would slip away and become his.
How he longed for those moments. The rules of the house demanded that they never kill, only take what they needed and then leave the victim, confused and unconscious, but he needed this more than he had ever needed anything. He found himself thinking that if he didn’t kill tonight then he would probably sit out until the sun came up.
So, he got up, his clothes dripping, and started to walk back toward the town. After a few seconds he began to get the scent. . .