Shooting Up
A boy, around eighteen, sighed as he dug his feet gently into the sand, in out, in out. His once brown eyes were a sunny caramel, light with all the hunting he’d done that night. He hummed contently.
Brown locks tumbled down in straight, silky strands, tickling his face and shoulders. His bangs brushed his wide, childlike, unnatural eyes, while strands of hair came down in jags, framing his feminine face.
His slim, tiny body sat in cool sand of first beach. His eyes trailed over everything and anything. He was waiting for somebody, and he felt more then giddy. His white skin was blemish free, his features perfect. Smiled corked in a little smile, snow petal lips that fuller then most.
First beach’s waves lapped at the sand, and he was tempted to bring the Alpha of his hometown pack here. Duke… he though miserably. Can you stop haunting my thoughts? Then someone was beside him.
“Sister,” he greeted. “How are you?”
The girl bristled. “Fine. And you? I haven’t seen you since I was what? Six months in the womb?”
The smile widened. “Aw. You remembered! And you have humor.”
“Well, don’t all to-be vampires?” she asked, plopping down on the sand. “And… um… how are we going to do this? The changing, you know. Vampires don’t like… werewolves and visa versa.”
“We’re not changing you here,” explained her long-term missing twin. “I’m going to give you advice, something that will help the transformation along, and some pain meds. I’ll even give you my number for ten bucks.”
“… Okay.”
“No. Seriously. I’d love a good meal right now. Besides the fact I just ate.” He smiled brightly. “But anyways!”
His feathery, happy voice broke off and he pulled a needle out of his pocket. He tugged the pushing part out swiftly and put his mouth on the opening. Bella blinked. What the…? He made a little hissing sound, and then pulled his mouth away. He lifted his head, covered the top, and put the pushed by the needle in Bella’s hand.
“Okay, so what do I do with this?” she asked in wonder. “Shove it in my arm?”
“Exactly,” he explained. “It’s like a shot. Like shooting up, you know? Anyway, because you can’t, ya know, be bitten, this works.”
“And you traveled all the way from across the nation to tell and give me this? Somehow I don’t believe that.” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Okay,” he sighed. “I just kinda wanted to meet you for a minute. And get rid of that wolf for a minute.”
“Werewolf? They’re hunting you, too?!” Bella looked at her orphaned twin in amazement.
“No,” he whispered. “He’s trying to court me.” The vampire blushed and looked away.
Bella laughed, and turned to face her brother. But he was gone. She blinked, but stood up and held the needle tightly to her. Shooting up kills you. Wow, she thought, that’s ironic.
Upon getting home she slipped noisily into her room—Edward was hunting tonight—and sat on her bed. She sighed shakily and put the needle in best she could. Pale, shaky in has put the pusher into the needle top. The she jammed in down
The venom left the needle as quickly as it had been put in. It started to burn. It was so hot…
She screamed.
