"Really?" I stared at the boy in disbelief, "You'd risk getting into that much trouble?" My mind raced through options. There were only two: he was lying or he was telling the truth. I could understand him lying to try to make me feel better, but I couldn't understand why he would help me. I wasn't particularly friendly, and I didn't really like him. So why...? I had no idea. All I knew was that it might be my only chance. I had to take it. But if he was lying, if he wasn't as different as I thought, I'd never see him again. The pros seemed to outweigh the cons as i thought about it. But why was there a voice in the back of my mind trying to convince me that something would go wrong? No, I thought, nothing will go wrong. I just hoped that i wasn't wrong.
"Put it this way... I've got absolutely nothing left to lose. My mother left me, my father hates me, and I'm pretty much a loner at school." I paused. "Whaddaya say?"
I was taking a GIANT risk here. Breaking some girl I just met out of a museum?! What the hell was I thinking?! I could go to jail for this! But after thinking about it for a while, I might actually have more fun in jail, than in the life I live now. All I do to try to impress dad is pointless. And I know mom will never return. I don't even care about being a loner anymore. So, like I said:
I had absolutely nothing to say except the first question which popped into my mind, which meant that I didn't think it through at all.
"How are you sane?" I clapped a hand to my mouth when I realized I had auctually said that. This boy was willing to risk whatever punishment these strange creatures could think of, and I was asking about his mental health? I would have been in so much trouble if I were home... If I were home. He was willing to get me there. I couldn't be treating him like this if I ever expected him to help. "I- I mean, never mind what I meant. I have a little sister back home, and I need to make sure she's okay. Come whenever you feel it's least likely we'll be caught." That in no way made it okay, but I couldn't change the fact it happened. Covering it up was the least I could do.
I stared at her. She asked if I was sane? Ouch. But then again, I get that a lot, mostly from girls. I wouldn't blame her.
"A little sister, huh?" she nodded. "Alrighty, I'll be back tonight. Try to find out where the janitor or God-knows-who keeps the keys, okay?" I said cheerfully, she seemed to be amazed by the way I acted. I stuck my tongue out then took my leave.
I had no idea who kept the keys, but I often heard a clinking sound at night. I waited until sunset, through countless tours, the stuck-up guides often answering questions about me, saying I was unintelligent. I wondered if I'd be able to use this against them, but I simply planned to use their lack of knowledge about my species. I wondered where Denver was, but I stopped myself from becoming lost in my thoughts. Sunset finally came, and the announcement that the museum would be closing shortly.
He was a fat man, and the keys clanked against his hip. I didn't like what had to be done, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
"hey," I said, leaning my head out of the cage. " You single?" I smiled, leaning forward so my low-cut dress could work. He smiled and walked closer to the cage.
"why?" he asked.
"cause I wouldn't want your wife to miss you," I replies, sinking my fangs into his neck. I didn't hit the vein properly, but if he didn't die, I'd get the key. I sucked on the wound, the familiar taste of blood running through my mouth. I felt my power slowly returning to me, but it wouldn't be enough to break out. I unclipped the keys and released my victim. He ran away, yelling for help. No one was here, however, so I waited for Denver.
I hummed to myself as I made my way to the museum. Then I heard a familiar voice, "You gonna help that weird bird-thing?"
"No way! She may be hot, but I have A LOT of other options,"
I rolled my eyes. I knew that guy more than he knew himself. He didn't have ANY options. Sure, he was pretty handsome (girls say so), but he's a total jerk EVEN TO GIRLS. I took another route,I didn't want to cross paths with those a-holes. It took some time, but I finally arrived.
"Clarissa..?" I whispered, "It's Denver. Got the keys?"
I looked up when he said my name. I tossed the keys towards him, only realizing when he groaned that they were stained with blood. I looked at my crimson hands. I would need more blood if I wanted to do more than a cheap coin trick. I tried my magic again on the lock, and to my surprise the door to my cage opened. I looked at it in surprise until I realized that Denver had unlocked it. Blood trickled over his fingers as he held the keys. I stepped out of the cage, my shining wings trailing. I realized that this would be a problem, but I didn't have a clue how to hide them.
"I can't fly," I said, "I haven't had enough blood to use that much power. And the glass would shred my wings, so let's see if they'll let me walk right out the door." I smiled, and so did Denver. He led me out of the exibit, and we made it to the main enterance without too much trouble. Unfortunately, there were a few people in the enterance. One was a security guard.
The guard attacked, his taser crackling. I felt a shock run through my body as i sank my fangs into his neck. I drank as much blood as i could before I felt the body go limp, and blood ran down my face. I ran my tongue over my teeth and my lips, cleaning the blood off of them. I wiped the back of my hand across my face and began licking the blood off it as people ran for the door. I let them go. I had hunted enough for today, and i wasn't about to kill anyone. I looked back at Denver to find his face drained of color as much as the guard was drained of blood.
"Nothin' let's go..." I said, trying to fake a smile (and failing to).
Walking down the steps of the museum with Clarissa close behind me. I checked the the perimeter for any people, none, we were safe for now.
"Do you have any idea where your old home is?" I asked, although I already had a good idea on what the answer would be.
I looked away as he faked a smile. I knew he'd find it disturbing. I had to do it, though, both to get out and to strengthen my power. I flexed my hand and watched as streams of golden light wrapped around my fingers.
"Sorry, but I don't even know where I am right now," I looked back at him when he asked.
I stuck my tongue out, "Well then, c'mon, you'll need a place to stay so long as you're still here."
"Where are we going?" Clarissa asked me.
"My house," I said, blushing. "It's the only safe place I can think of, for now."
I followed Denver through the dark streets, watching as my feet struck the hard black surface. I stepped in a shallow puddle, allowing the water to soak into my skin for a fraction of a second before I accidently ran into Denver. He was frozen in the middle of the street, staring at a streetlamp ahead of us.
A man, who was dressed in black stood there, smoking a ciggerette. Smoke curled over his bottom lip as he breathed. He straightened up when he saw us, and flicked the ciggerette towards us. It landed in a puddle and hissed for a moment before it died.
"Well, Denver," he said, "Looks like you found a girl! And a hot one at that." he laughed, and the smell of smoke drifted towards me. He walked over to me, lifting my head a little so we were staring into each other's eyes. Everything about him reminded me of my fiance, and the terror of the attack flooded back to me. I stepped back, looking to the ground, but he followed me, keeping his hand on my face. I soon gave up on running, and prepared to fight.
The boy lifted my face again, and before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine. I pushed him away, my hand over my mouth. He laughed and pulled me closer to him by my shoulders. I squirmed in his grip, but I knew it was useless.
"Leave her alone!" Denver shouted, but of course the boy didn't. I stared at him, until he made the fatal mistake of moving to whisper in my ear. A small hiss escaped his lips before my teeth were in his throat. His warm blood flowed past my lips, running across my face as I sucked it out. I let go of the boy only when he stopped moving.
"You deserved worse," I muttered, enjoying the darkness in my tone.