Ghost - a half human half vampire story~PG-13

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Permalink Reply by ♥vamplvr27♥ on April 14, 2009 at 12:45pm

lol! please write more!!! this is really good!!!

Permalink Reply by Veronica on April 14, 2009 at 12:58pm

LMAO your threats are halarious..!! Charlotte I really like how this story is coming.. :) honestly!! Your a great writer..! I can't wait to read the next chapter :)

Permalink Reply by Charlotte on April 14, 2009 at 4:00pm

Lol!! Sorry, I went out to my friends for the day!!!

Mutant ducks? Why not goats or something interesting. Like llamas...

Permalink Reply by Coral SilverWolf on July 7, 2009 at 11:44am

I love alpacas, send flying alpacas out instead =)

Permalink Reply by Charlotte on July 7, 2009 at 11:45am

Alpacas rock. XD

Permalink Reply by no longer a member on August 2, 2009 at 4:58pm

well at least it wasnt th rabid vampire armadillos... MWA HA HA HA!!!!!

Permalink Reply by Lauren Cullen x on April 14, 2009 at 5:37pm

Ducks cant fly...LOL X Funny threats though... !! :P

Permalink Reply by Charlotte on June 6, 2009 at 4:42am

That would be funny...

Permalink Reply by Gaige Reese on July 23, 2009 at 2:30pm

lol hel yeah

Permalink Reply by Charlotte on April 14, 2009 at 4:19pm

See? No need for mutant ducks...

Chapter 3

We arrived at an unfamiliar house. This was bad. The one thing that made me angry or upset was being somewhere unfamiliar. I tried to tell Uncle Greg this, but he said that we couldn’t go somewhere familiar because they would know where to find us.

It was large, and I could almost feel the amount of people living inside. It was an anthill. People didn’t help my control, they were distractions. And I couldn’t be distracted while I had to concentrate. Otherwise it was usually fatal to the person who did break my concentration.

By the time Greg had carried me into a room, I was hyperventilating. I could feel the anger coming. And I tried to push it down. I couldn’t destroy anything, it was wrong. I fell to the floor, or the bed, of whatever was underneath me. The anger grew more and more, and I gulped in air, trying to settle my heart rate.

But I couldn’t. It was beating far too fast. I tried to breathe slowly, but my lungs wouldn’t cooperate. I grew angry at myself, for not being able to control what I was forced to be. It was the spark.

My body sang with power and fire pulsed through me. I was no longer in control, my anger was. I didn’t care who I killed, it was their fault. It was all their fault for making me like this. But I liked this. I could do anything like this, because I was the one who was in charge now. Not any of the pitiful humans. They were nothing to me, they meant nothing.

***

I sat outside what was left of the house. My head in my hands, I wept. This should not have happened, this never should have happened. I should be dead! Dead would be better than this torture.

In the end, I found out that there were seventy people in there. They aren’t there anymore. But they were once. Each one of them had a family, a life, dreams, fears. Each of them was a person like me.

No. They weren’t like me. They hadn’t killed in their lives. If they had it had only been a spider of something small. They hadn’t killed so many people that they had lost track. They hadn’t just murder almost a hundred people and enjoyed it. Not like I had just done.

It was too much for my stomach. I turned my head just in time not to vomit all over myself. Although I deserved it. I was alone now. Well and truly alone. I had no idea where my Dad was, I didn’t even know where I was.

I heard the distant wail of sirens. Someone would have seen by now. I wished that I could stay there, and be caught and never ever see people again. But my instinct to run was too strong. So I pushed myself up and fled across the fields.

I was fast, for my age. I could race in the Olympics if I wanted. I wouldn’t win anything, I wasn’t that fast, but I could be a competitor. Nobody saw me and no one was near enough to see me. The road was far away, I could only distantly see the speck of cars, they wouldn’t see me.

I ran far, before I finally gave into exhaustion. I curled up under the shelter of a large tree, hoping that it would give me safety, or at least keep the rain off me.

I woke as the sun rose. I watched it until it broke free of the horizon, then I stood up and stretched.

The thing about me is, I don’t stay guilty for long. There was nothing I could do to save those people. I tried to get Greg to take me away, but he didn’t. Running away would have made me lose control sooner. Sure, if I brought back the memories I would feel guilty for a lot longer, but if I felt guilty for every single person I killed, I would be suicidally depressed and have several attempted suicides under my belt. So I was very good at repressing the unpleasant things that had happened in my life.

I started running again, but at a more long-distance speed which I could keep up for several hours if I needed to. And I needed to.

The first chance I got, I entered a shop. It was a bookshop and I had to ignore the overwhelming temptation to go over and browse all the books I hadn’t read. I walked over to the cashier, who smiled at me in a helpful way.

“Can I help you?” he asked me.

“My Mum and I are hiking, but we got lost. Where are we?” I asked, trying to make a story that would be foolproof.

“You’re in Sterling in Scotland.” He told me helpfully, “Where are you trying to get to?”

I just waved my hand around vaguely, “Nowhere really, we just go hiking and see where we end up. But sometimes we completely lose track of our bearings.”

Scotland? How did we manage to get to Scotland in about three hours? My house had been at least a five hours drive from Scotland, not two. Maybe we broke more speed limits than I had thought.

“Ah,” The cashier said, bringing me back to real world, “Would you perhaps like a map?” He gestured towards the map stand.

I shook my head, “No thanks, we’ll be fine.”

I smiled at him and ducked out of the shop. It would have been nice to get a map, however I had no money on me. Instead I walked along the street I was on, ignoring the funny looks people gave me, and followed the signs to a station. My jaw dropped at the price of train tickets.

I had gotten into situations when I needed money before. Usually it was only about five quid, so it was easy to get by begging. But the price of the tickets was too much for begging, I would have to steal it.

It was Sunday, I could tell because a lot of the small shops were shut. This made it easy to quickly walk up to one and discreetly unlock the door with a sharp jab of my elbow. There were no cameras around, so it was too easy to walk into the shop and figure out the code to the safe – first four numbers of the shop number, honestly – the amount of money wasn’t a lot, but it was enough.

I walked away quickly, feeling a bit guilty about stealing, but it wasn’t much. By the time I returned to the station I had almost forgotten it, then something made me forget it completely.

“I’m sorry, but you look about thirteen and I can’t sell tickets to people under sixteen. Company policies.” The grumpy women told me.

I bit back my anger before it got to much. “Please,” I begged again, “I am sixteen, it was my birthday two months ago!”

The lady just shook her head, “Sorry girl, you can’t buy a ticket unless I get proof.”

I almost started crying, my eyes blurred as I stalked away and slumped onto a hard plastic chair. I had to get back to London, I had to see my Dad. So I got up and tried again, there was no one around except the ticket lady.

“Listen,” I said to her, “I am sixteen, I’m almost six feet! My face is a little immature, I know, but please, I really need to get to London soon!”

“No, you listen. I can’t sell to you. Unless you get an older relative who looks their age, or you get identification, I can’t give you a ticket.”

“Well that’s lucky,” a remarkably appealing voice said from behind me. My mouth fell open. He looked about twenty-five, he had blond hair and very pale skin. And he was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. Topaz eyes shone out from his skin, “I’m her uncle, I just had to go to the shops to quickly purchase something. I told her to get tickets, not just hers.”

He glared at me like a father would, but his eyes told me to play along. The ticket lady, however, was not looking at me, she was staring at him. He looked up at her and she shook herself out, and printed off two tickets for London. She handed them over silently and accepted the mans money.

“Here you go,” he held out my ticket and I took it.

“Thank you, it’s an emergency.” I told him. What made me say that? He didn’t need to know.

“It sounded like it, but it is no problem, I’m heading to London with my family. But I saw you were having trouble, so I bought my ticket ahead of them.”

As if to prove his point, a whole load more pale-skinned, beautiful people poured out onto the platform. They saw him but acted as if it was nothing. Maybe they knew, or he was just very generous and did things like that all the time.

I smiled at him tentatively, thanked him again and then walked away towards the other end of the platform. He made me very self conscious. I glanced back at my eyes settle on the smallest one. She was very thin and almost pixie-like. I shook my head. They were ordinary people. They weren’t vampires, it was the middle of the day.

I waited with my back turned to them until the train came. Then I got on the furthest away carriage. I realised when I settled in my seat that he never asked for the money. I considered going to find him, but then I shook my head. If he didn’t ask for it, he didn’t want it. I couldn’t afford to give up all my money because I felt sort of bad.

I didn’t see the pale-skinned family again. I got off the train when we finally arrived in London. They didn’t seem to there, even though I did look. Huh. Maybe I imagine them, I had done stuff like that before.

I pushed them out of my mind and settled on finding my house. I knew the London streets well, in theory. I had studied hundreds of maps until I had the area pretty much mapped out. I could remember all the street names and all the small turnings. In theory. However real life was quite different, and I never usually went out, encase I lost it.

So it took me a lot longer than I wanted to find my house, however I did manage before the sun went down. My house was large and made of a really old brick. Dad said it was Victorian, but I was convinced it was Edwardian. It was a small argument we had sometimes.

“Dad?” I called when I pushed open the front door, “Dad? Where are you?”

My house had always seemed cosy, and yet now, with my voice echoing off all of the walls, it felt like a haunted house. I flicked on the light, expecting to see ghosts waiting for me, yet it was empty.

A fine layer of dust coated everything. It didn’t take long for dust to settle in my house, it was just attracted to everything like a magnet. But Dad was allergic so he always kept it completely dust free. Where was he?

I walked around the house, flicking on lights whenever I came across them. As I progressed slowly through the house, I noticed a disgusting smell, like something rotting. Also there was a low buzz that was so low I could barely hear it. But it was definitely there.

The smell became almost over powering as I got closer to the kitchen. I opened the door and the buzzing became noticeably louder, as did the smell. I gagged as I fumbled for the light switch. I flicked it and screamed.

I backed out of the room quickly, tears flooding down my face. But I couldn’t get the image of my Dad’s body surrounded by flies. The smell was unbearable, as was everything the else. The dust seemed to clog up my wind pipe making it difficult to breathe, my eyes stung with tears.

I stumbled out of the front door, then collapsed on the steps.

Permalink Reply by Juicy_J on April 14, 2009 at 4:38pm

OMG - cliffhanger! POST!

Permalink Reply by Charlotte on April 14, 2009 at 4:58pm

Er....possibly.... These chapters are really long though and they take ages to write...

But I have a spare half an hour free now, so, there is quite a big possibility that there will be another one up soonish....

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