Crying Soul Chapter Three

Then the door broke down, letting in massive flames of fire,
Sandra’s end had come...

Troy drove to Sandra’s house, only to find police cars in front. He rushed out of his car, as soon as he was parked. He also saw ambulances with stretchers and many medical workers. But when he took a second glance at the stretchers, Troy realized that two of them were occupied, but the bodies were in a thick plastic bag with a zipper.

Walking over slowly to the stretchers, he saw who was in them. Sandra’s father, Greg, had 7 bullet shots in his body. Troy gagged, and looked away. Then he took a deep breath and turned back. Mrs. Collins was lying on the other stretcher with a very deep slit that went from one side of her neck to the other. It was very clear that Greg and Ellie Collins had been killed.

But where was Sandra? A police officer came up to Troy and started talking. "Do you know these people?" "Yes, I’m dating their daughter Sandra, where is she? She isn’t..." He trailed off, but before he could finish, bile comes shooting out. Leaning over, Troy hurled on the ground. The stale blood smell that was coming from the dead bodies of Sandra’s parents was too much for Troy to handle.

The fresh blood smell, Troy could handle, but that was when the person was alive. But this, nasty smell that was illuminating from the dead was just plain disgusting. When human’s die, their blood becomes stale, because it isn’t being pumped through out their body, like it had been when they were alive. If vampires tried to drink the stale blood, they would die. It was like drinking spoiled milk, and it smelled horrible. So if they did drink it, it was either that the vampire couldn’t smell very well, or he or she was just plain dumb.

"The Collins’s child was never found. We were wondering if you could tell us." The policeman asked. "I haven’t got a clue, because I dropped her off yesterday then went off with my brother to go camping. I told her that I wasn’t going to be back today, but our trip ended early because we packed up early. Then when I was at school, I was expecting her, but she just never came. Sandra is not the type of person to skip school, and when she is sick, she always calls me." Replied Troy, spitting on the ground afterwards to get the nasty taste out of his mouth.

"I see, do you think she would have gone somewhere? Does any of her family live around here? Where do you think she would go?" The guy pressed on. "Well her family doesn’t live in America, they all live in Canada, or somewhere like that. At least that’s what she told me. Her best friend Heather is out of town, she’s still on her trip in Florida with her parents. They’ve been gone for almost a week." "Any other friends you think she would go to?"

"No, because Heather and I are the only one’s she has, except for my brother Brandon and his girlfriend, Trish, but Sandra doesn’t know where she lives." "I see, thank you." Then the police officer walked off, going to some other officers to update them on the information that Troy had given them. Sighing, he looked up seeing his brother drive up next to him. "Troy, what’s going on?" "Sandra’s parents are dead, they’ve been killed, and Sandra’s... missing."

Right when Troy hopped back in his silver Volvo, he heard a voice inside his head. ‘Troy, please help me. Save me. Oh please God; give him the guidance he needs to find me. Troy, I love you, please, oh please save me from this hell.’ He shook his head, thinking it was just a trick his mind was playing on him. Then he heard it again, more clearly now.

He recognized that voice; it was Sandra, and she sounded like she was crying. He zoomed away, telling his brother to follow. ‘Troy where the hell are you going?’ asked Brandon, but he followed. ‘I can hear Sandra, she calling me.’ ‘What the heck are you talking about?’ ‘It’s Sandra! She’s mentally calling out to me. I can hear her.’ ‘Troy, Sandra can’t do that, she’s a human; humans can’t do that.’

‘When humans are in trouble, they can. Don’t you remember that time Trish got shot inside the mall? She was crying, but she was also thinking about you, and you could hear her. She was calling out to you, so that you could be with her.’ Troy shot back, trying to help convince his brother. ‘Yeah, I do remember that, I’m sorry, you’re right. Lead the way.’

They reached the house, seeing it in the distance that it was on fire. Firefighters were hacking into the house, and then they headed inside the fiery inferno. Troy kicked open his door and ran up the sidewalk, but the police stopped him. "Whoa, you can’t go any farther." He said, putting his arm in the way. Troy felt the urge to bare his fangs and hiss, but he shook off the feeling, looking at the officer. "But my girlfriend’s in there."

"Well, we have firemen in there, if she’s really in there, they’ll find her." Troy turned around and growled. Brandon came up behind him and calmly whispered in his ear, "Patience’s, they’ll find her." Troy whirled around, bearing his fangs, so only his brother could see. "I won’t see her be burned up in flames, not when I’m able to do something." He growled. "Trust me, if Sandra’s in there, they’ll find her." Troy turned around, clutching his hands into fists.

For five tantalizing minutes, Troy waited with Brandon at his side. When something exploded inside the house, Troy cringed, shutting his eyes tightly. But when the officers started running up the sidewalk, Troy opened his eyes, only to see Sandra in the arms of a fireman. He ran up to her side, taking her from the man whom saved her. Setting her on the grass, Troy watched as a medic came to Sandra’s side, checking for her pulse.

Then the medic’s hand went to Sandra’s mouth, seeing if she was still breathing, but then the medic gasped. "We got a no breather! I need some help over here!" She shouted, starting the rescue breathing procedure. Troy grasped Sandra’s hand, enclosing it tight within his hands. Her skin was cold as ice; Sandra was fading, and fast. He couldn’t hear a heart beat with his very sensitive ears, making him nervous. Brandon came up behind his brother, patting his back.

"Still nothing!" Yelled the woman who was doing CPR. Troy crushed Sandra’s other hand into his. His nervousness grew with every second that passed, making it impossible for him to stop his fangs from lengthening. The medics had hooked Sandra up to a machine that showed her heart rate. It was faint and growing fainter with every beep. Then the line went flat. Troy stopped breathing, and he felt Brandon stiffened where he stood. Troy pushed past Sandra’s mental walls, and started shouting in her mind.

‘Sandra, you wake up right now! Sandra! Breathe! BREATHE! NO! No! Please, breathe!’ He commanded in her head, rubbing her hands between his. She still had no pulse so the medics started trying to revive her heart. Officers held back Troy as the medic person yelled, "CLEAR!" making Sandra’s body jolt up. The line kept on going and Troy felt his fangs pierce his bottom lip. He was trying to keep them inside his mouth so that the humans didn’t see.

"CLEAR!" The woman yelled again, making Sandra’s body jolt off the ground once more. Then Troy heard the amazing beeping noise again. When her heart and pulse started, the medics quickly moved her to one of the stretchers and put her in the ambulance. Troy followed inside, and they shut the door behind him. The siren blared as the car started to move. Troy had only one choice to save her. He knew that she wouldn’t be alive much longer, so he made the only choice he had left, the only choice that could truly save her. Bending over, he...

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Sandra awoke with the feeling that someone was leaning over her. She let her eyes flicker open, only to close them instantly. The light was brighter then ever, but Sandra couldn’t ever remember her eyes being this sensitive to light before. When someone coughed, she had to cover her ears, because it ringed through ten times more then normal. But before her hands could cover her ears, someone else’s hands were already there.

Slowly she reopened her eyes once more, but she treaded carefully. Then her gaze focused in on the person who had their hands over her ears. It was Troy. Sandra smiled, showing off her fangs. Fangs that she didn’t know she had. Fangs that she couldn’t even see. "Hey bebe," Troy softly said, uncovering Sandra’s ears, "how are you feeling?" The smile faded, turning into a wince as pain shot threw her neck. "Truthfully... I fell like shit." His quiet laughter echoed threw the hospital room. "Well that’s not a surprise."

"What happened?" asked Sandra, as she sat up, only to make herself get terribly dizzy. "Whoa, take it easy, and well... I was hoping you could tell me what happened. What were you doing in that house anyway?"

Memories flooded Sandra’s head, clouding her thoughts as they pushed their way to the surface. "Him." She whispered silently, bringing up her right arm. She saw the word Abomination engraved deep into her skin.

Tears dripped silently down her face, and Troy whipped them away instantly. He brought her into a tight, possessive embrace. "Who’s him?" He said dangerously. Sandra pushed out of Troy’s hug, and lifted up her shirt, showing him the artwork that was there. Then she pointed to her neck, arms, legs, and back. The next thing Sandra knew was that Troy’s lip were on hers, crushing hers to his. Then his arms wrapped around her tightly, not wavering even a little so that she couldn’t escape.

Troy pulled back and looked Sandra deep in the eyes. "Stay still and let me look if your not going to speak." Then he penetrated her head again, going deep into her mind, searching for the unknown pain to him. Then he found it. He saw it.

He saw Sandra crying and struggling against the chains. He saw the man carve into her skin the manipulating words. His fangs lengthened as he heard Sandra gasp and try to move away. But he had her in a semi-tight hug that not even he could have broken. Troy felt the warm drops of Sandra’s tears, falling onto his skin. She could see everything he saw, but it was a thousand times worse for her.

After a few more minutes, Troy released her mind. Pulling her safely against his body he went to her ear. "He won’t get away, I promise." Sandra felt sleepiness over come her again. Giving into it she drifted away. Troy placed her down on the bed, and went to the door. "I’ll hunt him down Sandra, because he’s as good as dead."

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"FUCK OFF!" Sandra screamed, pushing Troy away from her. It was a week later, after Sandra had been released from the hospital. Troy decided he would break the news to her today, but he didn’t expect her to react this strongly. It hadn’t gone good at the hospital. Every time Sandra saw the blood in the IV, she screamed bloody murder. Troy had to sedate her so that she couldn’t get up. Sandra had totally trashed the room that she was given 5 times already and Troy wasn’t going to have it happen again.

"Sandra just listen to me! It’s the truth!" He argued back, taking a step forward. "Stop bull shitting with me!" She screamed back, "I AM NOT A VAMPIRE!" A vase was thrown at Troy but he ducked out of the way. "Sandra... Sandra..." He ducked again, this time missing a chair. It shattered against the wall, making wood fly in every direction. "Sandra! Stop this right now!" Demanded Troy, inching a little closer, but backed away as Sandra threw something at him again. "Why don’t you come over here and make me you blood sucking bastard of a boy friend!" Sandra screamed.

"Sandra, I care about you and this is why I did this to you." Troy countered, coming slowly closer, but again dodging another object. "Oh! I’ll show you how much I care about you!" She shouted, this time chucking a glass table at him. Troy dodged it, then rushed forward, grabbing Sandra’s wrists. She tossed and turned, trying to get out of his grasp, but she was going nowhere. "Stop is." He said firmly, applying pressure to his grasp. Sandra shot an I-hate-you-so-get-your-fucking-hands-off-of-me look. Grabbing her wrists in one hand he used his other hand to force her to kiss him. She shrieked against his lips. Sandra bit down as hard as she could on Troy’s tongue as it attempted to harass her mouth. Pulling back her grabbed her chin.

"Stop this foolishness." Sandra freed her hands and one collided with his cheek. It was a very hard blow to the face and it made Troy stagger backwards. "How dare you." She sobbed. Sandra was trying to keep her cool, but it wasn’t working so well. "How dare you tell me to stop. You are the one who has created this "foolishness", and now you expected me to stop? I thought I loved you Troy, and I thought you cared about me. But now that I think about it, you have never once said "I love you" to me." "Sandra," interrupted Troy, stepping forward while rubbing his bruised cheek, "I told you from the beginning that I wouldn’t until I truly loved you. But I do care what happened to..." "Shut the fuck up, you liar. Don’t even try to imply that you care about me." She paused and wiped under her eyes, "Do you know what it feels like to have a boy friend that wont even say how he feels about you? I have never heard you say anything that even came a close to how you feel about me, except what you just said. Troy..." Sandra whimpered, "You have never even said I care about you, or I adore you, or I respect you."

Guilt his Troy square in the face. He had never even complimented her before, and now he was coming to understand her pain. "Do you know how it feels to have someone so close to you, not even tell you how cute you look in what you’re wearing? You wouldn’t and I realize now that you don’t care about anyone." He winced as though Sandra had just slapped him again. "Sandra, how can you say that?" Her mouth dropped. Bad choice of words. "How can I say that? HOW CAN I SAY THAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?" Sandra screamed. "Wait, let me rephrase that." Stuttered Troy. "No, you’ve said enough. I’m though with you. I just can’t take it. Hey, maybe I’ve realized that I’ve never really loved you either." That hurt. It stung. It burned. It was pure hatred and he could feel it coming off of her in long furious waves.

Sandra marched right of Troy’s house and into the light. She didn’t want to see him ever again. He had broken her heart and now he was going to pay big time. Sandra wiped the traitor tears that had made their way out of her control. Brushing them onto the ground, she continued walking along, not looking at anyone, and not meeting anyone’s gaze.

But Sandra made a decision right there and then. She would not hunt and she would not drink blood. Those were the things she would never do. She couldn’t, because after she did she would have guilt that would slowly eat her away. Sandra wouldn’t let that happen, even if it meant giving up her life.

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It had been a whole month since Troy had made contact with Sandra, his ex-girl friend. It had devastated how much it had come to affect him, but he had a new girl friend... her name was Jen. Troy thought it would help to have Jen as his girl friend, so that it helped him get over the fact that Sandra was no longer going to be with him. But it wasn’t working so well. Jen just wasn’t the same as Sandra.

‘Damn right she’s not the same.’ Troy told himself as he drove Jen to her house. Jen absolutely loved the fact that Troy drove like a speed demon. It kind of got on his nerves because she was always asking if he could take her home, when she had her own car. Another thing that did bother him was that she never complained about anything he did. Jen was never concerned about what he did. Ever.

It hurt deep inside to know that she was only going out with him because he had a nice car. Jen had told him that when he had asked her out. It didn’t bother him at first, but now it was dissolving him away. ‘This is the same exact way Sandra felt when you couldn’t even tell her that you loved her.’ He shouted at himself mentally. Now he knew how it had felt, and it wasn’t a nice feeling to have. Troy never ever craved Jen’s blood the way he had craved Sandra’s, and that started at him too.

Troy had lost all physical and mental contact with Sandra. So instead his brother Brandon had kept tabs on her, because she was his responsibility after all, because Troy was the one who decided to change Sandra into a creature of the night. Brandon also said that Sandra hadn’t fed once since she was turned. It never was an issue at first but now it had been a full month since Sandra had dropped school and not fed. This irritated Troy a lot, and he couldn’t figure out why, because she wasn’t his GF anymore.

‘But that doesn’t mean that you can’t look out for her.’

‘Sandra doesn’t want any contact with me whatsoever.’ He fought against himself.

‘But you still care... you still love her and always will. Stop denying it.’

‘I know I care about her, but I don’t know about love...’

‘Don’t kid yourself buddy. You love her and you know it.’

‘No I...’ Troy trailed off as he did realize that he really did care. He really did love Sandra, and it hurt to that think that she didn’t know that he did. As Jen got out, Troy turned towards her. "Jen, I’m sorry but this can’t go on anymore. I don’t love you." She smiled and nodded. "Well it was nice while it lasted at least." "Yeah, I’ll give you that. See ya."

Troy drove off looking for Sandra, but when he found her with his mental skills, Sandra was in great pain. She was hurting and suffering like never before. Zooming off towards her signal, he parked in the hospital parking lot. ‘Dammit! She better be okay, of I don’t know what I’ll do.’ He mentally warned himself.

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Sandra was dying; there was no denying it any longer. From the moment that Troy had entered her room, the doctor had confirmed her depression and her body shutting down. It was the end of the rode for Sandra. Taking her hand in his, Troy kissed her forehead. "Sandra, you can’t leave... you just can’t. I won’t allow it." "Why is that?" She softly asked, squeezing his hand. "Because..." Troy stopped. "Because..." Sandra urged on, but just then her heart beat stopped, her breathing quit and Troy knew she was about to die. Turning to her he looked her in the eyes.

"I love you."

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