Chapter 27

Honestly, listen to the song as u read this. That's how I managed to write this book. Sorry, guys, I'm having some serious writers block. Like, I know what I want to write, but I don't know how to get there.. Ya feel me?

• Song: you rock my world by Micheal Jackson

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Surprisingly, I haven't ate in fifteen hours and I'm fine. I'm not even tempted to eat Vladimir and he's right next to me, leaning against a tree as he talks about college scouts for hockey.

I can't believe I got lucky enough to meet him when I had my little... Predicament. At least I still have one friend, if we even are friends at this point. I mean, I've never even talked to him unti-

"Michelle? Are you even listening to me?" Vladimir asked with a raised eyebrow, making me jump a foot in the air from shock and land back on my butt with a big thud.

I never knew a human could laugh so hard.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, will you?" I growled in a mumbling voice as a rubbed my throbbing ass, making him laugh even harder.

"I-I'm s-sorry," he cackled, making it really hard for me not to laugh too. His smile and laugh was contagious, I swear.

"You're never gonna get a girl like that," I muttered, making him pout.

"If your going to insult me, at least use correct grammar," he replied sassily, making me roll my eyes at him. "It's 'going to', not 'gonna'."

"Is that the best you got?" I asked him sassily, a smile threatening to escape my lips as I turned to face him. Again, the weird coldness crept up my back.

"Is that supposed to threaten me, shorty?" He mused, making me purse my lips and scrunch my nose.

"I'm five feet and nine inches, asshole," I muttered as he stifled another laugh.

"Yeah, but I'm six feet and three inches, asshole," he said, both of us cracking up at the end of his sentence.

"You're such a child," I chuckled as I playfully slapped him. He playfully glared at me and rubbed his shoulder as he tried not to laugh.

"You're such a meanie," he grumbled with a pout, winking at me after a couple seconds as both of us started to laugh again.

It was official; I liked hanging out with him. He's so laid back and carefree, something that I seriously need back in my system after everything that's happened to me these past weeks.

"Hey, um..." He said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. I looked over to him with a genuine smile, waiting patiently for him to continue. "Thanks for um... Being my friend," he said, a shade of pink slapping his cheeks as soon as the words left his lips.

I looked at him in shock. "I think I should be the one saying that. Not you," I deadpanned, though a little bit of confusion did get laced into my voice.

"No," he blurted out, making my head jerk back slightly at his outburst. "Shit, sorry... I mean I, uh....

"There's a party I'm having. It's in three weeks," he finally said, though it did sound cautious and slow- like he thought I would regret him.

I mean, this is the first party I've ever been to, so-

'No, it's not,' a demon cackled roughly, making me breath get caught in my throat.

'What are you-'

"So I was wondering..." he continued, the pink covering his cheeks. "Would you, uh... Like to come?"

At the back of my head I could hear the demons cackling like they were being tickled to death, making me want to rip their heads off. They know not telling me what they were talking about annoyed me to no end, so that's exactly what they did. Told me half, and gave me the rest to figure out.

"Sure," I said through clenched teeth, forcing myself not to hurt him because of some stupid demons.

He must have notice my lack of happiness, since an embarrassed and hurt look formed on his face. "Look, you don't have to go if you don't wa-"

"No!" I blurted out nervously, not really sure if I should go now. I mean, if I don't know I went to a party, but the demons know...

It doesn't sound or feel pleasant to think about.

Wait!

What if something happened there- at the party?

What if that's why I don't remember?

But what would be so bad that I wou-

Sammael.

I forced myself not to clench my teeth as soon as the name slipped into my mind. Of course. He probably turned me there- at that party.

I'm going to attack that little fucker.

"That's not necessary, Vlad," I said softly with a smile, hoping it looked genuine. "I would love to go," I answered, making his face light up.

"Really?" he asked me joyfully, so loud that people around us, eating, turn to see what the commotion was about.

"Keep your voice down," I chuckled, his grin making me loosen up and laugh.

The coldness hit me again, but this time it felt like it hit me in the gut, making me double over  and groan in pain.

"Michelle, are you okay?" Vladimir asked me softly, sounding confused and concerned. I couldn't look up to double-check, though, because as soon as I tried to straighten my stomach I felt it again- only this time it felt like something drilled its claws into me.

'FOOD!' the demons screamed in agony, making my ears throb. And now that I was on my period I was more sensitive now to things than before, causing me to start sobbing. 'GIVE US OUR FOOD, WE'RE DYING!'

"Jesus, Michelle, do you want me to take you to the nurse?" he asked, dropping to his knees to see if I was okay. "You're scaring me, I don't like it."

'What do I do? I can't look at her like this!' a deep voice said in my head, making me hold back a horrified scream.

What's Vladimir doing in my head?

"I... I..." I cried out, trying to come up with an excuse. "P-Period," I whispered as I clenched my jaw, trying not to scream out in pain.

"Do you need pain killers or something?" He said, trying to stay calm. I could tell he was horrified though, almost just as much as I was.

"N-N.." I whispered, trying to stop the stupid tears in my eyes. "N-Nur..."

"You don't need to to say anymore, I got you," he said quickly as he picked me up- as if I weighed nothing- bridal style and speed walked to the nurses office.

Once we were in the hallway my eyes started to burn from the contacts in them, making me close my eyes as more tears came out.

"It's okay, Michelle," he said nervously as he started walking a little faster.

'GIVE US A FUCKING SOUL!' the demons screamed, making me cry out in pain.

'Give me a couple minutes, please,' I whimpered as Vladimir made it to the nurse, slamming the door open harshly.

"I JUST REPAINTED THE- oh, Vlady! Honey!" the nurse said happily, but as soon as she saw me her expression changed.

I saw horror.

'So it's true,' I heard the voice of the old-looking woman say to me as I started to cry out in pain, pulling my face into Vladimir's neck as I gripped onto him tighter.

But one question kept circling my head throughout all of this, even with all this pain radiating through me.

Why aren't I hungry for Vladimir?

Not in the sexual way, but the I'm-going-to-rip-your-face-off-with-my-teeth-and-watch-you-die  way.

I mean, he's human, right?

'WE! WANT! FOOD!' they all screamed, making me stiffen as Vladimir gently put me down on one of the beds.

"Vladimir, honey, I need you to leave," the woman said calmly, making him raise a suspicious eyebrow and cross his arms.

"No. Something's wrong with her. I want to say and make sure you help her," he said stubbornly, making the woman purse her lips challengingly.

"Fine. I hope you like looking at blood," she replied, making his face pale as he looked over to me.