Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love for a Vampire. ❯ Chapter 11

It's been about two days since my father came back, and I told him that mother had passed away. I have to admit that he's taking it a lot better than I thought he would, but I could bet you money that he was drinking a lot when I wasn't around or crying himself to sleep. I hated to think about how he was co-oping, but I couldn't avoid it.
My father hasn't gotten a chance to meet back up with Mr. Black yet. He's been very busy with schoolwork, and helping me with my schoolwork when Alexander can't. He really good at history and math, but I guess he would be, god knows how old he is. I knew he was a vampire, and it didn't weird me out like it should have. I kinda liked it; I thought it was rather cool. It kinda helped me understand vampires too, cause I would watch my father do stuff around the house when I had nothing better to do. He would see me watching him, but he wouldn't say anything to me about it. I was kinda glad he didn't; I would have felt so stupid trying to explain myself to him. Then again I guess he would have understood. Vampires were new to me after all.
It's a Thursday night, and we're sitting on the couch together watching TV. Kitty is lying in my father's lap, purring loudly as he petted her behind her ears. She took a quick liking to him like she did with Alexander. I often wondered if she could talk to him like she could with Alexander and me. I'd been meaning to ask, but I'd always start to ask something else.
" There's nothing good on TV on Thursdays, man," My father sighed a little, and looked at the clock on the wall. " It's only 7 o'clock too."
" Yeah, time passes by so slow when there's nothing to do," I chuckled; suddenly thinking of Alexander and the night that we made love in the shower. I would love to do that again, but I didn't see us having a chance to anytime soon, which sucked. I missed him and I just saw him like two hours ago.
" Hey, man, you ever think of Alexander turning you?" My father asked out of the blue.
" Um.... sometimes, but.... I don't know," I looked down, blushing, wondering how far this little talk was going to go.
" I know this is like really embarrassing to talk about, but did you two have sex yet?" He smiled, poking my arm a little. I knew he was teasing me, in that fatherly type of teasing way.
I blushed more, and my pants were suddenly tight in the crotch area. I looked down, and tried to hide the fact that I was getting horny, and that I was blushing like an overly happy schoolgirl.
" Well, did you?" He chuckled, seeing my face. " Come on, you can't get that much past your old man, and stop trying to hide that your pitching a tent."
" WHAT!?" I shouted, taken aback by what he said. How's he know?
He laughed a little. " Come on, I was your age once, I know how it is. So did you?"
" Yes, kitty kicked me out the house too," I pouted. " She said she wasn't going to listen to that shit."
" Oh? So you can talk to her too?" My father smiled at me kindly.
" Yes, as can Alexander. He taught me how too," I beamed. " It was really cool, yet really freaky in a way."
" Yeah, I remember when I first started getting my powers. Everything was so weird, because I brought back my friend's dog that was hit by a car, and I could read people thoughts without meaning to read them. Trust me, what some people think is very scary will make you wonder about them," He said, and I knew he was being serious about that, yet I hadn't started that yet. I still had to do it by having to read; it just didn't come to me like listening to a radio or something.
" Hey dad?" I said.
" Yeah, buddy?"
" Were you born vampire or turned? Cause Alexander said that turning a human into a vampire is a form of marriage, other than the human way of doing it," I said, purely out of curiosity.
" I was turned I guess.... I don't remember. Sometimes vampire will turn someone and not even love him or her. They do it because they want someone to do their dirty work. I think that's what happened to me, and your mother was my escape," He sighed sadly. " I'm going to really miss her."
" I know I miss her a lot." I looked down, remembering that day like it just happened yesterday.
" I will understand if you blame me, Jacoby," He said, I could heard the fear and the hurt in his voice.
" I don't blame you, dad," I said honestly, even though I did at first. I was tapping into his thoughts, and they were mixed, and almost instantly I knew he was lying to me about becoming someone's slave. He was Mr. Black's old lover, and Mr. Black had turned him to get married but my father had met my mother. He'd hurt Mr. Black, so he went to find a woman of his own. My father seemed to regret leaving Mr. Black.
" Stop reading my mind, Jacoby," My father said, with a rather annoyed tone. I was thinking that he was going to ground me.
" I'm sorry, it just kinda happened," I didn't say anything about Mr. Black and him.
" It's alright, I know," He smiled at me. " Why don't you go see Alexander, I'll be fine here."
" Uh-uh, he's busy I know he is," I said, not really for sure if he was. " He said that he was helping a teacher with a project, and said that he really needed to finish it today."
" Oh, okay," My father, said looking back at the TV.
This had to be one of the most uneasy conversations we've ever had, and I'm not going to lie, but I was feeling very uneasy and tense. I felt like I'd done or said something wrong, like my father was mad at me because I'd seen something that he didn't want me to see. Seeing what I had from his mind was odd, and I wonder if he would get Mr. Black to cheat on Justin, but I doubt he could. Mr. Black and Justin were so close, closer than Alexander and I; I would believe it too. Yet for right now I was going to stay the fuck out of my father's head. I shouldn't have let my mind tap into his in the first place.

It's about midnight, and I can't seem to be able to sleep. It's not that my father's snoring doesn't bother me, hell Justin snores a lot louder than my father and I can sleep through Justin just fine. I'm not really sure what is keeping me awake, maybe it's that fact that my father is still in love with Mr. Black or that he's depressed because my mother is no longer among the living. Maybe it wasn't even those two things, it might be the nightmares that keep flashing in my head every time I fucking close my eyes.
I'd been having nightmares the past two days, even when I was awake and aware I would still see the horrible images that plagued me the night before. They were a little weird too. I was always a big werewolf, growling, howling, bloodthirsty. Then I would see Alexander, his family and my father.
Alexander would shout something to me, begging me to do something, but I couldn't never heard or understand what he was telling me. He looked so sad he was holding a sword. My father had a gun, and the others had weapons that I wasn't sure of.
I remember that I was thinking of killing Alexander, and how much fun it would be to slowly kill his family and my father. Ripping them apart bit by tiny bit, watching as they suffered until they took their last breath. I would do just that, only I would leave Alexander alive so that he could watch, so I could hear him scream, and cry at the loss. Then I was turn on him, and I never killed him. When I lunged at him my claws were inches away from his face when his sword, which went straight through my heart, stopped me. After that I sometimes woke, but other times it would continue and make me suffer more.
When it did continue I would find myself staring in shock at Alexander, who was crying with a sorry smile. This time I could hear and understand his words.
" I'm sorry, Jacoby," He would say, and before I died he would take his own life, never letting me go. Then I would wake, screaming, then the screaming would stop and I'd start crying my eyes out.
Of course I hadn't told Alexander or anyone else about this nightmares, I didn't see any reason too. I mean they were just dreams, and dreams were a way for your mind to work out things, even if it didn't make sense. I guess it was trying to tell me that I was scared of hurting the ones I loved, and that I was scared of werewolves now that I knew they were as real as vampires were. It was true, I was kinda scared of werewolves, but not scared that I would turn into one and murder everyone. That was just stupid, I would never do something like that. Or at least I hope not. With everything that's happened I couldn't really be sure of anything anymore.
At this point I was about to sneak out the of the house and go to Alexander's, see if he was awake. I needed someone to talk to other than my father. My father was okay, but I didn't think that he would really understand a lot of the things I was going through at this point; I don't care if he was vampire.
I sighed, looked as shadows danced across my wall. They would form many things, like cats, shadow people, and sometimes even a wolf or two. I wished I could see, but I feared that I would have that same nightmare again.
" Jacoby?" Came a light whisper from the window, and I jumped looking at it, sitting upright in the bed.
When I looked at my window there was no one there at all. Seeing that nothing was there I laid back down, and went back to guessing what the shadows were forming on my wall.
" Jacoby," Came the same whisper, but I didn't pay no mind to it.
" Jacoby," It sounds more urgent this time, but I knew that it was just my mind-playing trick on me.
" Jacoby help me!" It cried and something gave my bed a violent shake, and if that wasn't enough to scared the shit out of me.
I looked around my room really fast, but nothing was there at first. When I looked at the foot of my bed I saw a girl, crying. She looked at me with sad blue eyes, tears dripping from them.
" H-hello there, who are you?" I asked her, a little to scared to move towards her. She looked like a ghost; as a matter of fact she was a ghost.
" Jacoby, help me!" She cried at me, and she was totally facing me. And who it really was took me by shock.
" MAY!" I shouted.
" Jacoby help me please, I don't want to die!! Please!" She cried then started to vanish, and the air turned cold, and I could see my breath that was coming out fast.
" No wait, what do you mean, May?" I shouted reaching out to her, but she was gone. I didn't really get it, but something deep down told me that I had to go find her. I had to go find May.
Then my cell phone started to ring. When I looked to see who it was it was a number I didn't know, but I answered it any who.
" Hello?" I said with a shaking voice.
" Help me, Jacoby," came May's voice, it wasn't like that voice in my room like the voice the ghost had, and she sounded like she needed help or something.
" May, where are you?"
" It's so dark...help me..." She said, then silence.
I just dropped my cell phone, without bothering to close it or press the end button. I got dressed in a hurry, and rushed out of the house, hoping that my father didn't wake up and catch me.
I realized that my father wasn't awake or even heard me leave when I was almost 10 blocks awake, almost half way to May's house. I knew where she lived because I always saw her get off the bus when I was taking my afternoon walks. I knew where her room was in the house too, but I didn't know how to get into it with out alerting her parents. They would think I was breaking in or something like that, but I wasn't. I was just going to try and save their daughter.
Soon I was at her house, and her parents car was gone, which they were out of town, and she was home alone. I looked up to the second floor of the gray and lonely house and saw that May's light was still on. I looked around to see if I could sneak in through her window, but I didn't see away, so that left the front door.
Rushing up the steps I turned the knob of the door and it door, welcoming me in. I didn't just walk in, I ran in like a bat out of hell.
" MAY!!" I shouted as I tackled the steps, tripping over one or two, getting pissed off cause I was losing time.
" MAY!!!" I shouted when I was at the top, only 5 feet to go, and my shouts hadn't been answered. This worried me greatly.
When I got to her door I found that it was locked. That was just great she called me to help her and her door that fucking locked.
I groaned and kicked it in, to find that she was on her bed, she looked find, but it was the coldness in the room got to me.
" May!" I shouted and rushed over to her, to find that she was totally pale, her lips blue. " OH GOD MAY!!" I got her on the floor, trying to find a pulse. I was in such a panic that I couldn't feel anything.
So that means I had to go to plan B. I placed my head on her chest and listened, I heard nothing. No pulse, no in take of breath. Doing what my mind told me I started CPR, only hoping that I could get her back. It had taken me an amazing three minutes to get here, and her lips were blue. That meant she had to be not breathing for a good four minutes, so the chance of me getting her back with just cpr were very slim.
I was thinking how to do CPR in my head, counting the compressions I did, the breaths I'd even hear. I had gone through about three cycles now.
" Come on, breathe, May, breathe!" I cried starting up compressions again. I was fighting back tears; I should have called someone, not try this on my now. I gave her breath, but she didn't start breathing. " Damnit!!" I cursed, tears starting to fall.
About half way through compression I felt a burning sensation in my upper jaw as well as through out my body. I looked at her neck and felt my pulse quicken, by then I'd stopped compressions all together, staring at the hollow of her neck hungrily. I've never had this impulse before, and it scared me.
Yet I couldn't stop myself as I lifted up her limp, lifeless body, letting my fangs grow to a point. Then I didn't sometimes I never thought I would do, I bit into her neck and started to drink her blood. It might have been luke warm, and had been still for a few minutes, but it was so good.
I had to stop, and to my surprise I did. I wasn't here to make her my first vampire dinner, if I was turning into a vampire; I was here to save her life. But how?
I looked at my wrist, thinking of how Alexander had healed me. I wondered if that would appeal here too, one way to fine out. So I bit into my wrist, letting a bit of my blood drip down then pressed it to May's blue, cold lips.
" Come on, breathe," I said, my voice filled with sorrow. I didn't want her to die, not like this.
Suddenly she coughed, and gasped for breath, color returning to her face. I hid my bleeding wrist before she notices it was there.
She looked up at me, and saw the blood on my lips. I knew she saw the blood for her face paled, and she stiffened. She looked at me as if I was soon revolting creature, and I had to make up a story fast.
" May, are you alright?" I asked, concerned.
" W-what are you?" She said scared of me, pulling out of my grasp and backing away from me.
" It's me Jacoby," I said, not getting it. " I just bit my lip on the wait here, and it look like you bit yours two." I smiled lightly.
She looked at me, like she didn't believe me. That's when I knew that I wasn't getting out of this, and knew that I fucked up a lot of things. Alexander was going to be so mad at me.
" What are you?!" She shouted. " Y-You have fangs.... W-why..."
" May, I saved you, you were going to die," I said wiping my mouth of blood my smile had faded. " You called me don't you remember."
" Y-yeah...th-thank you," She said, tearing forming in her eyes. " I-I.... Jacoby...forgive me...I won't tell anyone what you are okay, just please don't kill me."
" I'm not going to kill you, I can promise you that," I smiled at her, hugging her. She tensed, and I didn't blame her. " I won't hurt you, nor will anyone else like me that you know."
" What are you?" She said, hugging me back.
" I'm a vampire, I think..."
" Okay...Don't tell my parents about his, kay?"
" Okay, but please let me take you to the hospital," I said, knowing she needed to be checked out.
" Alright," She smiled at me, and I lifted her into my arms and headed out the door and to the hospital.