That Shooting Star (Chapters 3 to 5)

Chapter 3
****Mackenzie's P.O.V.****

I hear a sharp scream pierce through my dorm room. I reach for my light and click it on. I look down the row of girls. Being at the opposite end of my sister (they thought it would make us more social. Psh, whatever.)

Their all squirming around in their beds, holding their necks and taking shallow, quick pants of breath. I touch my own neck. It's fine. I see their beds, red color smeared all over each one.

I see Ember looking up at one of the monsters. The only monster in the room apparently. He's holding her wrist and opening his mouth. He buries his teeth into her skin. Deeply.

I hop out of my bed, running. It feels like I'm in slow motion. Like I can't get there soon enough. So I decide to yell. "Stop! Why are you doing this?" That's what I thought would be the best to scream.

He takes his teeth away as Ember screams and wiggles, kicking and punching with her free hand, trying to break free. The way her back arches up, the way her elbow bends, the way her mouth gapes open as her eyes search for something, somewhere, anything to get out of that situation.

Then her back arches up even more than should be possible, her eyes roll up into her head, and her scream slices through the air around us louder and higher than any human should be capable of.

It reminds of our parents. Watching them die.

Of our last desperate breath of our barely alive grandmother. How she flailed around weakly, trying to live, but....she couldn't.

I look out the window, as he buries his teeth back into her wrist, sucking deeply at the wounds he's made, I'm trying not to vomit. I see a shooting star.

I would have called this lucky in my past life. But now? Now it's just a rare occurrence. I swallow the bile filling my mouth and make a wish, knowing my end is coming when I hear Ember scream so loud, my ears ring as they fade out. I feel the vampire (I guess that's what those things are...) dig his teeth into my bare shoulder.

I scream with my sister as I make my wish.

"I WISH," I scream as I feel myself being slowly drained "THAT MY SISTER AND I WILL LIVE THROUGH THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Then I'm on the floor in pain so agonizing, it feels like I'm being stabbed by a knife a million times everywhere, while I'm being drained of all my energy.
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****Ember's P.O.V.****

I wrap the fingers of my right hand around my left wrist. Nothing. Then I do the same with my other hand to the opposite wrist. I lay on my back, the ground was cold. I was wondering why the two-wait no, four holes are gone. I forced myself to dream about it over, and over until I was completely
dead.

That was it! I was dead. I don't wanna think about being dead! I wasn't ready! But I'd be with all my family. I swallow, ready to get up and meet me welcoming community of the dead. Woohoo. Then I shiver.

Can you be cold while your dead? I don't think so. Not like I would really know. This is kinda my first time being dead. I drag my hand across the cold ground. It's bumpy and rough on my palm. A sting spreads through my hand and up my arm. Like I cut it. I peel my eye a quarter way open to look down at my palm. There's blood on it, but no wound.

I slowly pry open my eyes the rest of the way. My phone goes off my playing Stick Stickly by Attack Attack!

My phone?

I had gotten in trouble by asking for one, then not using it. It had been confiscated. I run a hand through my hair as I prop myself up on one elbow. I reach over and grab my purple phone. I flip it open (it was just a crappy flip) and swallow hard. "Hello?" I ask, voice shaky, taking in my surroundings.

I was behind a dumpster in an alley way. I couldn't see past the dumpster though. I peeked around the edge of it, no one in sight. I crawl back behind the dumpster, feeling kind of sore. "Hello?" I repeat, ready to hang up and punch in the numbers 9-1-1. Biting my lip I hear someone say "Ember? Em?"

It was Mackenzie!!!

"Oh my, God! Mackenzie, where the hell are you!?" I was smiling so big, it was insane.

"I'm-I'm behind a dumpster in some alley." She whispered.

"Me too." I say low, but not in quite a whisper.

I hear crunch on the gravel in the alley, ready to fight for my life, I see Kenzie walk just in my vision and I hear "Please be here, pleaseeeeee be here!"
Yelled super loud.

"And what if I wasn't here? Yelling that you hope I'm here wouldn't make me be here!" I say running out from behind the dumpster, giving her a quick hug, and tugging her behind the dumpster. "Are you okay?" I ask her, tucking her hair behind her ear and holding her face between my hands, looking for any injuries.

"I'm fine," She says "Just really thirsty...or hungry. Kind of both, but extremely." She complains grabbing her stomach, then throat. I felt the same way.

It didn't burn, it didn't ache, it didn't feel dry, and it didn't make me feel empty. I was starving and parched all together. Plus it felt like I was being punched, not to where it hurt, but like it was a constant feeling of how it feels right after someone hits you with a fist.

A bum came and sat in his box. I'd heard him coming so I'd covered Mackenzie's mouth and nose. I pushed her deeper into the shadows as I silently walked around to the corner of the dumpster.

I'd failed Mackenzie once, twice....three times now. There would NOT be a fourth. So I slid across the side and around the corner while his back was turned. I smelled something.

Did he have some really sweet food? Something that would make this feeling stop? I would take it from him at all costs, and get it to Mackenzie and I to make this feeling stop.

I felt my seat crouch down and spring. My canines elongated and sank deep into his soft flesh, sucking, and making that hurt stop. But it tasted like dirty sugar. Like someone had decided to dump a whole bunch of dirt into delicious cane sugar. Disgusting but delicious.

It still made me feel better. The man passed out, already weak from the hobo life. I instantly flew back off him, landing hard on my back, it hurt but whatever. I pulled up one leg and put a hand on my stomach. "Mackenzie!" I called looking over and a piece of broken glass and grabbing it, cutting deep into my bare palm.

I rolled over as she came out calling "Yes?" I looked into it and saw the orange eyes. "We have a problem." I say, dropping the bloody glass, and staring at my uncut, but equally red. I turn around to address her with my horror. But she knows. Leaning over the homeless man, mouth dripping with his life.

*drip, drip, drip*

I will never forget that sound. The sound of innocent little Mackenzie, her lips, her teeth, dripping with the remnants of this mans life, onto the gravel at our feet as her hands shake and she bends over on her knees as she realizes what she is. Her eyes are red. From feeding as much as her little body can take. The man pants. Needing about three ounces of blood to live.

I wipe my mouth and call 9-1-1. I explain the man tried to kill himself, and that I can't watch this anymore so I'm leaving. I pick up my crying and screaming sister soothing her as I take the mans ten dollars. Walking into an alley far away as we both slide down the wall, feeling our numbness set into our bodies as we try to sleep.

At least the man isn't yet dead. Hopefully not.

Chapter 4
Now To Get Some Foods....

I wake up screaming, feeling like someone just lit me on fire. All I see is red, all I feel is fire, all I smell is smoke. All I know is I have to run and run fast. "Jesus Christ, Amber, took you long enough. I was screaming forever!" Kenzie yells at me. We are in the ally we had left to after we attacked that poor hobo man. I Was panting, I was that thirsty/hungry again.

"Damn." I moan between heavy breaths.

"No cursing." Kenzie demands. I just nod. I lay on the ground "I am miserably tired" She says "But I am afraid of falling asleep and the sun moving on us again. It was quite painful."

"Don't try to talk like all those other young vampires, trying to show their age through their words and voice. No monotone for you young lady." I pulled myself up.

"What are we supposed to do? I know we moved fast, but it still burned, and who knows how far away our destination is." She pointed out. I licked around my canines before I answered her, elongating them and back over and over.

"I guess we wait here, I'll pull that dumpster over here, we'll try to hide behind it, and if sun comes, we run until we are completely shaded somewhere, ok?" I explained. She nodded. I ran, trying not to scream and draw attention to myself, pulling over the dumpster. We hid behind it and slept.

****8 p.m.
"I woke up to twilight. It was about eight. I could feel it. I had nine hours until the sun began to rise today. Kenzie was waking up to. She rubbed her eyes and began to sob, bloody tears running down her face. "Gross," I said "Is every vampire cliché true except that we don't glitter?" I asked, knowing neither of us had the answer-yet. I bit my lip, it felt normal. Maybe because none of me was. I stepped out from behind our dumpster. I stretched.

"Oh my gosh, Amber, look at yourself!" I looked at myself. I looked like a different person. My eyes were orange. "We have to feed. I'm that weird thirsty starving again!" She shook her head "I'm just gonna say thirsty ok?" She said again.

"Ok."

****10 p.m.
We fed on several hobo's, they all tasted weird, and we were more attracted to feed on other humans we saw, clean one that ate a lot. I guess humans really are what they eat. Human. Something I'm not. I felt thirsty still, but it was WAY better than before. I lay on my back, thinking what to do next. "Where are we going to live?" I ask, even though that's something she had already asked me, me being the older sister and all.

"We kill someone rich, someone who gets plastic surgery a lot and take their place."

"Ha. Were going to find some deserted cabin in a forest. Somewhere near home though. Somewhere where we can restart our lives. Got it?" I said, the plan forming on my tongue as I spoke.

We went to some cabin in a forest near our old home, with our old friends. We weren't sure if we could really handle being around humans. We would have to train.

We dug out a place under the house, placed the bed under there, and we had our home.

Now to get some food......

Chapter 5
The sisters (Amber and Kenzie) Start their life-their real life.

***5 Years later (2011)***

"I swear to God, I'm a vampire getting hay fever!" My sister yelled at me. We'd been feeding from random people then going to our dirty little hidy hole for so long now. She'd thrown a fit, saying all our friends were dead, or at least to old to recognize us, and we should actually spend time with other people. She was starving, kind of picketing leaving, not eating for the last two weeks, kind of going a little crazy, like she did when she first turned and refused to eat any people. The hobo-man we had fed from way back then had died, we had killed him. And we killed more. We'd learned to feed a tiny bit, then leave them alive. But Kenzie had started to LIKE to kill. That's when she'd tried to kill herself.

It was an unusually cold night-even for the dead. Heavy snow fall, and frost every time we chose to breathe. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked Kenzie. I was groggy, and irritated, we'd been like this for a year, choosing to kill finally, at least I only did it for her, whatever made her smile, even the smile almost made me die on the inside by how sick it was. I was getting increasingly sleepy, it was almost dawn, the sky was turning orange on the fringes. "What the HELL are you doing!?" I screamed, realizing what she WAS going to do.

"I can't live like this anymore! It's not even living! I should be 13 now! I should be a teenager! I should have curves, and probably glasses, and should be able to wear booty shorts and look good! This is bullshit!"

"Kenize-!" I screamed at her.

"No! I can say that! I will too! And I LOVE killing people! I love it, because they get what I want, they get to get older, they get to have friends, they get to LOVE! And It's not fair!" She cut me off.

"Jesus Christ! Who are you!?" I cried at her, blood staining my cheeks.

"I love you, now join me or get inside." She whispered. I sat down next to her. I stayed there. And as soon as the sun touched her right knee, she was inside, letting out a yelp of pain.

I burned.

I sat there, screaming my lungs out until my flesh began to melt, she threw a blanket on me, and pulled me inside.

I cried. I cried for days and neither of us ate for two weeks. We went so crazy, we killed a whole twenty people party, ten people each.

We would never do that again.

But she was just being an ASS right now. "Stop being such a Blood-Head!" I said, for vampires, Blood-Head meant either stupid or a vamp letting the blood get to their head.

"I am NOT being a Blood-Head. YOU are being a Bat!" A Bat, meaning rarely associating with vampires, and never with human's not intended for food.

"Am not!"

"You SO are! You ARE a Bat!"

"Shut the hell up-....Ok, maybe I am."

"You always have. And I'm damn sick of it." She said, turning on her heels. I'd learned vampires all grew until they were 21, that way, we wouldn't have a bunch of little immature brats sucking off every human they see. Anyone seventeen and over when they turned (my age when I was turned) turn into a whole other person overnight to avoid looking the same. She looked seventeen now, aging slightly faster than human.

"Fine," I admit "You win, We'll go eat the security guard of a bank, steal the money and move into some oversized, unnecessary house, with five rooms, a pool, two car garage, and I'll drive your stupid ass to school everyday in a convertible turquoise bug." I said, crossing my arms.

"I want a BMW." She said, sticking her nose in the air.

"Fine, but I still get the bug. And since I will eternally look seventeen like the sexy-ass Edward Cullen, I'm coming with you to school over and over and over and over and over again-forever."

"Kay."

"Ugh!" I yelled, storming off.

We executed the plan perfectly, I ended up getting to eat three guards, and I was pretty full. I was kind of excited for my first day around humans, people. We had vowed never to kill again, as long as we mingle in the human society.

We had neighbors, and our first night in the home I had described was terrible. I could smell all the humans around me, feel their emotions, feel all of their next moves; Making dinner, eating, flipping on the TV.

We had heard of a night school for kids of this town, I don't know why they had it, but we would use it if we had too.

We enrolled and-I guess-Started our lives.