Love at First Cut...? Excuse Me, but I'm So Not Your Bloodmate

I cranked up the forgotten sound of the car engine, and put it into reverse.

I pulled out of the driveway, my palms clammy underneath the steering wheel.

Yea, I was that excited about driving again. Especially in my mom’s V6 convertible.

I loved the feeling of the night hair, wispily blowing my hair behind me in strings.

I felt like I was in one of those vehicle commercials or movies you know, where they shoot the scene with the hot girl stealing the getaway car with a load of money in the back and a pair of Chanel sunglasses on.

Yes? No? Maybe so? Nevermind.

I didn’t really have a plan to locate my sister; I just knew that I’d end up finding her. It was a weird sibling connection or something

Aimlessly driving, I felt the chill of the night air coming slightly. I breathed it in, getting the full effect of the car ride. I missed having moments like these. It was a time where no one in my hectic family could find me and nag me, steal my Oreo’s, or make me do anything, simply because I was miles away from them; from home.

Once I got onto the highway, I knew where I should check first; though she probably wasn’t there.

I pulled up to Whittney’s driveway. I rang the doorbell; no one answered.

Whittney’s parents traveled internationally, for what- I’m not positive. But usually Whittney would answer, of course if she were home. When she wasn’t home, it meant she was out at a party with my sister, her best friend.

A few more rings, and my mind was made up.

I got back in, and decided it would be a long night.

I was going to have to go to every ex-boyfriends house, to see if either a motorcycle was there, or Whittney’s Mercedes.

Cause this is how I always want to spend my Thursday nights. I thought mockingly.

It got colder as the sun settled further under the horizon, and so I turned the radio on to desperately distract myself from the explosion of shivers that came with a cold night, and a topless-car.

I didn’t know the song, and it’s slow beats made falling asleep in a car much more believable

I did try desperately to find an interesting song. But no other stations were very promising, so I settled.

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The night grew on, and so far ex boyfriends numbers 1-11 were not promising. The only one that was left was Ryan’s house. The one who’s pubic hair I unfortunately found within my proximity.

I pulled up, not seeing Whittney’s car there. I sighed, knowing what had happened. Ryan didn’t have a motorcycle.

I rang the doorbell, and sure enough Ryan’s toe-headed set of hair appeared before me.

He looked at me oddly.

“Why are you here?” He said with a disgusted tone. I really didn’t like him all that much.

“Is my sister here, or has she been here?” I thought I’d try like already had 11 times, knowing the answer already.

His face totally gave it away. He was peeved.

“No.” He said coldly.

“We’re not together anymore.” He said sharply.

“She’s with some new motherfucker-.”

I stared at the growing pimple on his forehead as he vented with anger about how my sister was a ungrateful whore. I nodded like I actually cared. In the end, I probably heard 10 words out of his long, pitiful speech.

Sad, Ryan actually cared about her enough to get all jealous.

“Who’s she with, and where to I find her?” I finally asked, cutting to the chase.

I swear if he mouthed off again I’d dislocate his jaw so he couldn’t talk.

“She’s with some asshole named Eric. He’s in college or something, and their at some college party near the University.”

I nodded. “Thanks Homestead.” I never called any of her boyfriends by their first names. I didn’t think they deserved the satisfaction, I mean I don’t want to call them the same name she screams out in an orgy or something. Last names would suffice for now, for sure.

I headed towards downtown, where all the hot spots and clubs are, because the University was that way.

I switched through the stations again, determined to find something.

This time the beat was familiar, and I couldn’t help but grin. Without you by Three Days Grace rocked the bass in the car.

I found myself swinging my head and having long, blonde, lanky threads of my hair hit the side of my face as I full-out danced in the car.

Don’t’ worry, I could officially drive and dance at the same time.

There were hardly and cars out, because it was 11 o’clock at night. And everyone who had a life was already partying somewhere, or busy doing something. The streets were quite lonesome.

But for some strange reason… I had a gut feeling telling me that I was being watched.

But such a good song was so rare- no creeper could ruin this moment.

I finally pulled up to the house that Homestead had told me to go to.

Sure enough, skanks laughing and loud music surrounded the place.

Personally, I was disgusted at both. But I’m sure the alcohol wasn’t so bad.

Whittney’s car was here, and a bunch of motorcycles. Immediately I knew that mystery man was here with my sister.

All I had to do was find her…

Greeattttt.

Lord help me to make it out of this party without being raped.

I didn’t even knock, and invited myself in.

Sure enough, boys and girls were lounged over eachother, sucking face and any other part of skin that was visible.

And for some people, that was a lot.

I scrunched my face in distaste, and searched for a head full of red hair.

Nobody.

The repulsive, tacky and unoriginal rap music that blared through all the surround-sound speakers in the house made me queasy.

I better find Sam soon, or so help me. I thought to myself, keeping a bored expression on my face.

I felt eyes on my back, and instinctively, I turned around. No one was looking my way, everyone was either busy with their sex-companions, or helplessly passed out on the floor, surrounded in their own vomit.

Feeling bored, I went into what looked like a kitchen and grabbed a cold Corona Light.

I sipped it down, smacking my lips to it’s bitter taste.

A few boy’s eyes wandered to me, with an impressed/interested look, and I glared back- not afraid to show my utter disgust.

Sad that I hate boys so much, or I might actually like this sort of scene.

HEATH’S POV:

My mind couldn’t help but meander to earlier today.

How did I not feed on that girl?

That wasn’t like me, I never hesitated like that-never. What had possessed me?

My first guess was that it was because of my vampiress. My bloodmate.

I mean, if you were a cold-hearted son of a bitch, and suddenly found out you had a bloodmate and didn’t kill a stupid girl that kicked a rock into your car, wouldn’t you blame it on the bloodmate as well?

At first I thought it was that, but when I came home later that day it just didn’t make since.

Why would some other girl make me not kill a completely different girl? It just didn’t add up.

I had known about my bloodmate for a while now, and yet I managed to kill other people, and other women. Just not this one girl…

If there’s anything I didn’t like- it was not knowing something.

Not knowing who my bloodmate was, was driving me crazy as it is. But this stupid human girl just added to my stress level, and that’s when I made a mistake that would most likely change my life. And I knew it.

I have no idea what came over me to do it. But what’s done is done.

I signed up for a fucking highschool.

A HUMAN highschool, which is even worse.

It’s like having a human go to doggie-daycare. Learning easy information that you learned at birth. Like “sit” and “roll-over”- for dumbasses.

It was the same thing with Vampires. We’ve lived so long, going to school was just pointless. We knew everything and anything. We knew how humans reacted to things, and that’s why we were such excellent predators. All of us have seen our fair share of highschool drama, and adolescent problems.

Unfortunately since I can’t grow old, I’m usually the one stuck with the pathetic teenagers and all of their antics.

Anyways, I’m signed up as a senior at this girls highschool.

You know… I’m disappointing myself. I’m weakening by the minute.

I bought a house to settle down in. I figured that was the best way to go about this situation.

My heart ached still, not knowing where she was in this town. I knew I wouldn’t know ever again unless she started to bleed again.

Unless you drink from your bloodmate, you can’t find them by there all-around scent. Just their blood.

But I knew I’d have to feed soon. I stepped outside feeling the weather shift, making the earth slowly cool down again.

My black hoodie draped around me. My street wasn’t very busy. My house was the only humongous one on it. But what were houses? Just trophies, an empty cavern.

Without your bloodmate. I mentally punched myself for even letting my thoughts wander that way. I started to zip up my jacket, and once I did I faintly heard a deep bass and music from a distance.

I liked the sound. It intrigued me, as it grew closer.

It was coming from a car.

My feet stayed planted in my front yard’s soil as I waited.

Sure enough after a few minutes a dark blue car came around the corner. A V6 Convertible.

But that’s not what surprised me. What surprised me was who was in it.

The stupid human girl from earlier. The one that had survived my wrath.

I tilted my head to the side at the image. The booming music was coming from her car. And she was trying to dance? To it, if that’s what you want to consider dancing. It actually made me laugh, something I haven’t done in a while.

Her carefree attitude interested me, because she didn’t care what other people thought.

I HAD meant to go hunting tonight, but instead, I found myself following her car.

Where did hormonal humans go at this time of night? -I wondered.

Well, I guess I’m about to find out.