Chapter 23: Jealousy turns nasty

Chapter 23 - Jealousy turns nasty

(Caution, this chapter contains scene's that are not advisable for teens under the age of 15)

He moved forward, as like he read my mind, which he probably did!

It was now that my body was going insane. I needed to be pleased. I certainly need him. I have never felt this way before, and like I said before, this was an unfamiliar feeling to me, one that I really enjoyed than anything else.

Chad, a guy that I didn't really pay much attention too back in the day, was now going to make passionate love to me.

Was I scared? Never! Though, if I was still human I would probably be shaking with nervousness right at this moment and most certainly I would be so insecure about myself.

But not now. No, I was different now. The old me was more dead than now. I was now reborn into someone completely different to the old me. I felt like I was Chad, as strange as that sounded. But it was true. It felt like I had somehow developed some of his personality that that's how I'm so confident. So sexual.

I moved automatically forward to meet him half way, lips inches away from each other, and all that was on my mind was my lust and inhaling his sweet scent.

His scent was what made my mind fizzy, like always. I questioned myself within this steamy moment, that would it be inappropriate of me to ask Chad for a taste of his flesh and blood?

I groaned out loud, picturing the savoring taste of Chad's flesh in my mouth, running hotly down my throat.

Suddenly lips met mine within mere seconds and I felt blissful. Mind going completely blank. All just from this one, hungry yet affectionate kiss.

Chad was kissing me! Chad was kissing me! Chad was . . . Oh my god! . . . Chad was kissing me, like seriously kissing me without pulling back! Because the other time Chad had kissed me was just a quick peck that probably meant nothing at all to Chad. Now, he's lingering his lips to mine as if he was actually liking me after all this time.

I felt him lick my bottom lip, just as how Clayton had done so at the beach the other day.

Still questioning myself on what to do, if I should go liking his bottom lip as well or what, but then suddenly my questions got erased when I felt him bulge up in-between my open legs.

I shivered. Hormones radar beeping 210% at this point. He went hard on me, as I went wet for him.

This . . . Is . . .  Crazy!!!!!!!!!

I groaned out loud again as I generally felt his hand rub my left breast. This feeling of actually feeling something was amazing. Almost like I was alive again.

I gasped which caused Chad to stick his tongue straight into my mouth and start playing with my tongue. This was really new to me, for him to start playing with my tongue in such a sexy way, but I wasn't complaining nor did I want it to stop. It felt right at this moment. So right . . .

I then pushed his top off as he did to mine. Lips connecting again in an instant as though they were glued together, inseparable. My hands found its way to rub up and down his back, wanting to feel him closer to me as much as possible. Though this was not enough!

I wanted more!

I need more!

I needed something more greater than this. Something that will complete this crazy feeling that not just passionate kissing would fill full my famished desires.

Without thinking, letting go and letting crazy Sasha take over, I nipped down on his lip by accident. Blood started pouring out onto my lips as I pulled away from him. I was staring at the thin line of dark red liquid, drip out from his swollen bottom lip and drip down onto my bare chest, slightly messing onto my white laced bra, with a soft thud.

He shocked me when he bent down and slowly lick off the drops of blood, off my bare chest. Though this action was definitely a new level of crazy for me!!!

He then trailed slow kisses up my neck, and nipped my earlobe.

We both moaned in unison.

I couldn't take it any longer, I would have screamed with frustration if I didn't do what I did next. I grabbed his cheeks with my tiny hands and went straight for his lips. I immediately tasted blood in my mouth, from his slightly closing lips, and started to suck it, like drinking out of a bottle.

He started shivering as I continued to suck on his bottom lips, re-opening the cut and letting more delicious blood flow into my mouth. This blissful moment was pleasing me and I think it was pleasing the hell out of Chad too!

Then suddenly he pulled away from me, face was red and eyes the color of dark blood. I jumped slightly when his fangs suddenly extended.

I groaned louder as his fangs always excited me in a strange way.

He was breathing on my face, heavily, looking like he was thinking about the next move, because the next move would determined where these unknown feelings are going to stay or blossom.

I nodded, looking sincerely into his red eyes, though to me it would forever be beautiful. "Do it, I'm fine with it. Please . . ." I reassured him that since he got his fangs out, that it was okay for him to bite me. I always got wondering why Chad or Clayton never said anything about biting Fleshers; it was always humans they lust for.

Maybe we weren't that tasty to vampires?

He growled the sound vibrating from his chest up his throat. A frown creased his smooth, blemished forehead in an angry attempt that definitely got me more turned on.

"Don't think that! Never think that!" He said in a deep husky-sexy, yet angry tone. "You -- your --" he stumbled over his words, then shaking his head. "Your-r blood-d is the m-most . . ."

This was it, now I was going to find out how my blood was to him. "Yes? What does my blood do to you?" I said, a little impatiently as I was too desperate for answers.

He now looked pained, and I have no clue why!

I reached up to cup his cheek to encourage to speak the truth, but he just flinched away from my touch and swiftly got up, shakily. He stood standing there, face looking like he was re-thinking everything and probably having a debate in his head.

Oh how I wished I could have the power or ability to read his mind!

"I'm sorry, I . . . I, have to go" His voice breaking the silence of this previously heated living room, and now deadly cold to the bone, living room which I call my bedroom.

With that said, I just blinked and when my eyes focused onto Chad, he was suddenly gone, like he was never ever there to begin with. Like all this has never happened tonight.

Oh how I now wished this all never happened!

Sigh. .  .

***

I wish I could tell somebody. Anybody for the matter. But I know I can't, it’s not like I have a choice. I admit that I do get envious of girls that have best friends. I do get jealous of the fact that best friends are there for each other, and won't judge one another for their darkest secrets. Secrets that will probably shock and maybe give that innocent friend a different look at their best friends.

I don't want that. I don't want my best friend to ever look at me a different way. I don't ever want my best friend to ever judge me. I want to be able to tell her everything and anything without that critical judgment of their opinion towards my darkest secrets.

Secrets are there to be kept hidden within the mind. But sometimes you got to tell someone those secrets because those secrets can be mentally eating you up alive. Those secrets need to be sad only to a trusted person like a best friend.

But you see I don't have any of those. I don't have somebody to pour my dead heart out to them about my deepest, darkest secrets. And if I did have a person, those people will either (a.) Tell someone else. (b) Laugh at me and think I'm joking. (c) Think I'm lying and disown me as a friend. (d) Put me in a mental hospital. (e) Think I'm the Devil or something and get the whole school and town to be against me. (f) All the above.

I have thought about telling everything to Isaac, but then I went against it because I had a feeling I couldn't really rely on him not to tell my secret out to his friends that would definitely tell the whole school in a flash with instant bbm.

But then there's always telling Samantha. I mean, sure she's one of me already! But that saves me the explaining about 'Dying and being re-born with becoming a walking Flesh eater blah blah' and then just having to tell her about last night. But then again, she might think it’s 'sooo cute' or something and maybe hint in front of Chad and I that we would be a good couple together.

Puke!

Never would I ever become his girl friend. EVER. Last night meant obviously nothing to Chad and so does it to me. We just got caught with the intimidating sexual tension that was clearly drifting past in the night air, last night. He was a guy and I was a girl. We both have uncontrollable hormones that need to be controlled by dong innocent, meaningless sexual intercourse with each other.

So maybe telling this to Samantha, it will convince her that in her little gullible mind that Chad and I aren’t a thing.

It’s going to get a little awkward seeing Chad soon, especially straight after what happened last night which was still fresh in my mind, but nonetheless, I have removed that unknown feeling in my stomach and mind about that kiss and labeled last night as a fun experience.

To make matters less awkward and more comfortable, I was going to pretend last night had never happened. Even though it really is so damn hard not to re-think about the way Chad was caressing me or when I tasted his blood from his lip or when he showed his fangs to me!.

Shiver.

Wait, snap out of it Sasha! I scolded myself, irresponsibly thinking about it and making my blood sizzle inside.

"Are you okay?" Said a voice in front of me.

My eyes snapped open and focused on Kieran's face that was centimeters away from my own. "Kieran!" I complained, attempting to shove him out of my face but miserably failing due to the fact that my hands went right through him.

He laughed.

"Stupid see through person," I muttered in frustration, glaring at him. "You do know what 'personal space' means right?"

He smiled now. "Of course, why you ask?" He questioned innocently like he had no clue as to why I had just said that.

I rolled my eyes at him, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at my surroundings, attempting to let this one go. I guess I can thank Kieran a little for helping me snap out of my day dreaming about . . . someone. Or else I would not have been able to control my mind for re-thinking every last detail of last night.

But I had to pretend that none of last night’s events had happened.

It was now early morning with the sunlight sending a beautiful illuminating light shine through the dusty windows, and seeing the tiny fragments of dust float seamlessly in the light going nowhere in particular. The birds were chirping away outside in the trees, singing beautiful morning cheerful tunes that I wasn't paying much attention too. The sky was blue too, not seeing any clouds from the distance, thankfully.

Today was a gorgeous day for something terrible to happen.

Meaning today was another day I get to pick a victim, mark em to be Chad's next dinner. If you ask me, I was pretty excited to be picking another person for Chad to feed off of, but then there was a downfall about the 'Kieran situation'. I mean, it’s not that Kieran actually knows about all of us (Clayton, Samantha, Chad and I). He just thinks we all are best friends, and normal. But we not.

I looked down to my nails. They were growing really long, like scary-witch long and yellow. I bet that if I needed to cut a bag of chips open, I wouldn't even need scissors anymore as these nails of mine look and feel razor sharp.

There was still some dirt in them from last night from cleaning the kitchen. After Chad had left I wasn't exactly tired anymore so I decided to clean the kitchen because it was really dirty and looked like Saw 3 happened in there, and plus Kieran wasn't around to see the kitchen so I took that opportunity before Kieran could question why there was blood and flesh everywhere.

I sighed out in frustration, now thinking of something really important.

I turned back to Kieran. "Kieran, what are you going to be doing today?" I questioned slowly, cautiously watching his facial features.

What he said next almost made me cry. Almost.

"I'm going to school, duh . . ." He said it like it was a matter of fact.

I face palmed myself. "You do realize that you’re a ghost, do you?" I said giving him my best pointed look I could muster. "Because I sure can tell between what a ghost looks like, and what a human living being looks like."

His face fell a little.

"Well, I know that I am dead now, and I know that I will probably scare lots of people by going to school," I gave him a sarcastic look which he saw. "But what I meant was that I wasn't going to attend school, but rather just walk around and maybe scare the shit out of some old nasty teachers" He grinned that cute big grin again, looking thirteen.

I actually found that pretty funny, so I laughed.

". . . So is that a yes?" He asked sweetly, giving me those big eyes, like when Puss and boots gave Shrek the cute eyes.

I smiled.

"Of course you can silly! Why would I be the one to stop you from hunting the school?" I giggled, bending down to pick up my book bag, then standing up straight again, slinging it over my one shoulder. "Can you like transport yourself to school? Or do you have to still walk all the way?" I questioned, curiously wanting to know.

He smiled widely. "Check this out." He slowly closed his eyes and suddenly vanished.

Silence.

More silence.

I looked around, calling his name but did not get a response. After awhile, I gave up on the retard and made my way out the front door, letting the sun hit my exposed skin instantly.

I sighed at seeing no one in the far distance. No one as in Chad, my supposedly maker! But I guess his playing the ignoring Sasha game due to last night.

I cursed, thinking all the worst words in my mind and picturing myself angrily shout them in Chad's stupid face! I was SO pissed off about now because he was supposed to pick me up for school, which I'm going to miss if I don't get moving now! Shit! Enough about stupid-face, I have to get to school!

With the advantage of my awesome ability of super speed, I took off my pumps and started running at fast speed to school, testing myself if I could do this but surprisingly I got near to school in less than two minutes!

I was now in an alleyway where mostly it was riddled with rats and probably a stinky smell of hobo pee everywhere. It was semi dark, no sunlight casting anywhere. This place definitely screamed out DANGER, THIS IS HOBO TERRITORY!!! But I couldn't let that one threatening feeling stop me from walking through it to get to the other side of the alleyway, where the sun was shining and traffic was loud to the ears.

I cautiously crept forward in my steps, listening and watching for anything to grab my eyes first. I was not scared, but terrified that if I trip, I would get my new tight jeans dirty. Like to hell would I let hobo territory infect my jeans with its dirty floors!! I'll rather eat rats then that ever happening.

"Hay! Yoooou der, oi, I talkin' to yooou baby-y girl" Said an old rusty voice from behind me.

I rolled my eyes at the poor sight of him and was getting irritated of the fact that this hobo was going to make me miss first period of math class. "What the hell do you want stinky existence?" I said in my most annoyed tone I could muster, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at the fool.

The old dirty man was attempting to get up from his spot on the laid out newspaper, but funny enough failing and falling back down again. I lifted my eyebrow when he actually got up and started slow walking towards me, grinning slash laughing at the same time, like an evil witch waiting for their magic to kick in.

"You, baby giiiirl are a fwine piece of beauty, I tell you . . . I tell you" Then he laughed again, along with a few coughing which I found was amusing. He was now all up in my face, grinning and shifting side to side from being clearly drunk. "Wanna do me a favor, baby girl?" He asked, repeating the cough/laugh.

I looked at him bored, not saying anything.

But then, as if the worst thing that could ever happen to a girl that was in an alleyway with a drunk creepy hobo standing in front of her, was when the drunken hobo fell forward clutching my clean new shirt in his greasy hands, and ripping it into half.

Tear.

"What the fuck!?" I screamed, now really pissed off at this hobo for tearing my shirt into half. I was looking down at the passed out hobo, attempting to kick the shit out of him, but deciding to do something much worse.

Yup, worse!

An idea had popped into my head at that moment and all I could do was laugh exactly like that hobo, in a Sasha evil laughing way.

I dragged the hobo, which I now personally named as Mr James, up against the murky brick wall of the alleyway, examined my long yellowish nail and in a swift motion, my nail was now touching Mr James's grimy pale neck.

My nail sliced neatly into Mr James's neck, easy like using a knife, watching his blood pour out in a gush. I then dug into my book bag, searching for my water bottle. I emptied out the water that I haven't drank since I last was human, and made sure to fill it up with Mr James blood.

I smiled evilly to myself.

"Oh I am so bad. Yup, I'm the bad ass; I'm the new bad ass. I'm Sasha, the new bad ass!" I sang out, closing the bottle and stuffing it in my bag.

All the while too school, all that was on my mind was something really mean of me to be doing next. Something that would make Chad pay for not picking me up today for school. Something that made my blood ice cold and a wicked laugh escape my lips, feeling pure evil enter my body.

Payback time Chad . . .

***

"Hey Sasha, love the new look, where'd you buy that shirt?" Some random chick asked me as I was walking down the corridors. I groaned out loud because this was the tenth time some girl asked me where I had bought my tee-shirt.

I replied with a simple, "No where." Looking down to my ripped in half shirt, I tightened the criss-cross bow I did, so that it wouldn't hang loose for the world to see my boobies.

I saw Clayton from a far with his football friends all chilling and laughing at some random persons locker. I smiled at him with affection as he looked my way, and all he could do was nod at me.

I frowned.

Maybe it was my hair that got him turned off about me, or maybe the fact that I look like a slut with this shirt that's now a half top, showing off my belly. Or maybe it was the smile I gave him that immediately think it was just a friendly smile. Even though it wasn't at all!

"Urgh!" I said out loud, causing some passing people to give me confused looks. I rolled my eyes at them and continued to the cafeteria.

I looked around the hundreds of people in the cafeteria in search for Chad.

Bingo, found the target, I said. And there he was, sitting at the crowded table with all the 'populars'. I looked at the bottle in my hand and thought, 'Hey Chad, are you hungry for some human blood?' I looked back up again, eyes instantly finding Chad's green-white eyes that was staring into mine with desperation.

I hid a secret smile as I had so quickly managed to grab his attention. I knew he would be on full alert for the mention of 'human blood'. I know he's starving for some right now, and I wasn't going to let him wait any longer.

I smirked at him, turned on my heal and walked back out the cafeteria, quickly making a mad dash for the nearest janitors closet.

And now for the waiting--

Suddenly the door burst open, sunshine instantly filling the dark closet, revealing Chad's muscular football built body.

"Where's it?" He said, after forcefully slamming the door shut behind him. "Where's the human?" His voice was harsh, husky and most definitely in need of blood to release the burning hunger in his throat.

I smirked, backing up a little as he was moving forward towards me, and hiding the bottle of blood behind my back.

"Nah-uh . . ." I tisk'ed him, shaking my head and giggling, attempting to irritate him more which was clearly working.

He growled a dangerous growl through his teeth, then POP came his fangs extending, looking ready to kill. Then suddenly I got pushed up against the wall with Chad now all up close to my face. "Don't play games with me, now tell me where this human is!" He commanded, sending cold chills through my arms and legs.

I was silent for awhile, knowing that at each passing second I was making Chad's anger triple.

I faintly giggled, my chest touching Chad's as I looked straight into his eyes. How we were able to be seeing so clearly in this dark closet, was still a question that was really confusing.

He frowned then, slammed his fist angrily into the wall next to my head, leaving a dented mark. And then he move away from me, leaving me feeling strangely ice cold, even though I'm naturally cold to begin with. And then he was leaving, out the closet.

But before he could officially leave, I said, "Here's your prize" So softly, that if it wasn't for his good vamp hearing, only ants would get the message.

Chad slowly turned back around, his hungry eyes going to my eyes down to my arm and then instantly running for the bottle that was in my hand. He ripped off the bottle cap and downed the whole bottle like it was water.

I smirked again. Satisfied that I just did something sneaky. I did feel bad ass.

"What the FUCK?!" He suddenly spat out some of the last bit of blood, after finishing the bottle of hobo blood.

I shrugged innocently, wondering how the hell people have not yet discovered we were in here.

I was yet again shoved against the same wall, with Chad glaring at me with a death look that would rip my head off in a blink of an eye.

"Where did you get that blood from?!" He said in a low-deep voice. His breath fanning over my lips.

"This was payback, Chad" I said breathlessly, not having control as I had to look at his lips at that moment.

This felt like déjà vu. This felt like last night. Hmm . . .

It took him a brief moment to reply with a, "Where did yoooou get the . . . blood" He slurred, sounding somewhat . . . drunk? Was this even possible?

I smiled now. "Are you drunk?" I just had to ask, getting excited for the first time in a long time.

He tried frowning, but failing as he actually gave me a goofy grin. "Nooooooo." I rolled my eyes, still smiling. "Pfft, I don't get-t d-drunk okayyy. Not me. Nope. Vampire Chad, doesn't-t evvvveer get drunk" He eyes going droopy and him semi falling onto me, caging me more into the wall. But I guess, I wasn't complaining about our position. It felt actually kind of nice to have Chad close to me again . . .

WAIT, what the hell am I thinking?!! Chad is the one that ditched you last night Sasha, his still playing that 'Let's ignore Sasha' game with you, because of what happened last night, you fool! Said my inner voice, reminding me that Chad's still on my hate list.

WAIT a second; I think he is totally reading my mind right now! I stressed.

I focused on Chad again, but all he did was blink at me, looking tired yet there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I couldn't even tell if it was a vamp thing or something else.

But the look in his eyes were strong, and was looking deep into my own eyes.

"You know, there's so much I want to tell yoooou . . . But--but, . . ." He trailed off, moving his hand to the curve of my exposed neck. "But . . . I just -- I just, can't . . . I can't tell you" His voice now going soft, like a whisper.

I wanted to cry out in frustration at this point, wanting to strangle Chad to get him to talk more! It was seriously killing me inside, I was dying to know just a little something from Chad. I was dying to know what Chad was thinking or hiding away from me.

Was it such a dark secret, which would make me look at Chad differently?

Was it such a nightmare that would leave me running for my life?

Was it his secret lust for me?

Was it about regretting choosing me to be his Flesher?

Was it something to do with me being a Flesher that could danger his life?

What the hell was it that Chad can't even tell me???!!!

I gripped his t-shirt tightly in my hand, getting a death grip so that he has no other choice but to talk!

"SAY it Chad!" I commanded, not intentionally intending to sound all crazy but I was a chick, and chicks hate secrets! "God dammit, you better say it are else" I threatened darkly. "You just got to say it! Please just . . . Let me hear it" I was now on the verge of anger, yet pleading for Chad to comply.

Silence.

More silence.

His mouth opened, looking deeper into my eyes with a look within his orbs that got me instantly understanding his feelings. "I want to . . ."

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