Transformed - 13: Realization - Part B

I got out of the bed as soon as the clock struck midnight. I had a plan that would force Jasim into withdrawing the stupid proposal. I rummaged my closet for some clothes that would look vampire-ish and Gothic on me, but to my disappointment there were no such clothes. I cursed.
Ayesha muttered something in her sleep. I turned around, afraid that she had woken up and seen me, but luckily she was still asleep. I stared at her for a minute. She might have something Gothic. After all, she was a seamstress. I pulled open her closet and gasped, almost waking her up.
Her closet were filled with countless clothes, many of them dresses she had made herself. I had never realized she made such cool dresses. Shuffling through dresses, I was disappointed. There was only one black dress and that was a strapless gown. Something I would never wear and not functional for the thing I was going to do.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ayesha yelled from behind me. I jumped a foot in the air and turned around. Ayesha was standing there with her hands on her hips. "I-I w-was just looking for, you know, something." I stammered lamely. When she continued to glower at me I added,"It's my time of the month."
Her scowl disappeared. "Oh. I just thought you might spoil that dress."
"This thing?" I asked, holding up the black gown.
"Yeah. I made that for the high school drama last year. One of the best dresses by me. It was Tanya's dress. You know, the girl who played the vampire."
"Vampire?"

"Yeah." she said, yawning. "There was a scene in which she was supposed to scare a sleeping guy and then kill him. She used this dress, along with black eyeshadow and purple lipstick."
"A dress for scaring a guy?"
"Tell you everything when I get up." she said, falling back on her bed. Within minutes she was asleep.
I sighed in relief. That had been close. I decided to wear the black dress. A few minutes later, I was ready.
I jumped out of the window and landed silently on my feet like a cat. I straightened up, listening for anyone who might have seen or heard me. Finding none, I began running.

The Malik's lived in a huge mansion just a few streets away from us. A normal human would have taken five minutes by running. It just took me less than one minute.
There was a guard sleeping near the gate. Useless. I climbed the oak tree that grew just near the gate and jumped inside. The lights were out. Perfect. Now I just had to find Jasim's room.
The mansion was bordered with trees. I climbed the tallest one, and began to listen to the sounds inside.

In the nearest room, there was a lovemaking session going on. Gag. The next few rooms were also similarly occupied. Ew. Only when the seventh room came, I hit the jackpot.
Jasim and Zara were talking with each other. Their conversation was very interesting....
"She's really beautiful." Jasim was saying. Zara looked annoyed. That's all he's been saying all weekend. Has he got nothing else to say about that bitch?
I smiled. Somehow I knew who the 'bitch' was.
"Do you think she likes me?" Jasim asked her.
"For heaven's sake, how many times do I have to tell you? Every girl in town likes you. She is no exception."
"Will you talk to her? Tell her all good stuff about me, won't you?"
"Yeah okay, whatever. Now would you let me sleep?" Talk to her, my foot. I wouldn't even go within shouting distance of her.

Jasim left the room and began to walk towards his room. I climbed to the roof of the house and reached his room even before he reached it himself. I got in through the balcony of his room and placed myself on his bed. I positioned myself in a seductive pose that was really gross in the strapless dress, but necessary. My hair flew around my face. I had removed my contacts for tonight and found out that my eyes had turned to silvery-gray. I was really looking forward to this.

The handle of the door turned and Jasim entered. He didn't see me as it was dark. He closed the door and locked it. Cool. No one would intrude while I did my job.
Jasim then switched on the light. He turned and froze. He had seen me. I smiled at him, showing him my fully extended fangs.
I thought he would have screamed or blinked until he was convinced I wasn't a hallucination. His reaction totally surprised me.
He groaned, as if he was annoyed with himself, and then said, "Why do you keep torturing me? And why do I always see you with fangs?" His gaze went over my excessively revealing dress.

I sat up straight. Torture him? I only saw him once at the mall. Was he stalking me? What did he mean by saying that he always saw me with fangs?
I got up from the bed and sailed towards him. He backed as I advanced until he hit the wall. I sent him a predatory smile, showing my fangs even more clearly. I was actually shaking inside. Did he know my secret? How did he find out? I used my real vampire voice, the one which attracted humans more easily, not my rough human one, and asked him seductively, "Why do you see me with fangs?"
I heard his heartbeat speed up. "I-I d-don't know." he stammered. "That day when I saw you at the mall, your mouth looked swollen. I imagined you having fangs and the image has stuck in my head ever since." So beautiful. God, how would it feel like to kiss her?
Kiss me? There would be only one result- his death.

"Oh, and I never torture anyone, you know."
"Yeah, well I uhm, I just can't seem to think of anything else ever since I saw you." he smiled at me and reached out to grab my hand. I jerked away from him.
"Don't touch me!" I snarled.
He was shocked. I growled at him and then hissed, "I came here to warn you. You are going to withdraw the proposal or else you will die."
He snorted. Arrogant moron. "What will you do to make me refuse to marry you?"
"This." I hissed and then kicked him. He fell to the ground. I smiled as I was reminded of a scene from Twilight. I put my foot on his leg and pressed hard.
He gave a blood curdling scream. I lifted my foot and brought it down hard on the same spot. Bones cracked under my pressure. I stamped the same place once more. Blood began to flow. He screamed in pain.
I heard noises. Someone began thumping on the door. I looked at Jasim, crumpled on the ground. I went down on my knees and whispered in his ear, "Stay away from me, or else you will suffer consequences worse than this." Then I jumped out of the balcony.

I perched myself on a tree as I heard people break down Jasim's door. He was whimpering in pain. I heard Zara ask him, "What happened? What on earth were you doing?"
"I-It was Rumana, she c-came here. And when I-I tried to t-touch her, she b-broke my leg." Jasim whimpered.
"What the hell are you talking? There was no one here, stop hallucinating about that bitch!"
The moment Zara said bitch, the whimpering stopped. I heard a crack and Zara gasped. Jasim had slapped her on the face.
"Don't you dare call here a bitch, you fucking slut!" he yelled at her. "I love her, and if you do anything wrong to her, like that bitch incident, I'll make sure you suffer Hell for that, get it?"

I stiffened in my place. Jasim knew about the bitch incident? I never thought he knew what happened. And he said he loved me? That was bullshit. He only loved me because of my looks. I listened again. Several people carried Jasim out of the room. I jumped down from the tree and ran back all the way home.