The moment I tell my mother; I know her attitude about Danielle will change. She was more than worthy of being a wife of a Martin. In fact, I couldn’t wait to see her. Somehow, I would have to get her sister to contact her or find a way to reach out myself. If Danielle didn’t receive my last text, there’s still a chance…. I would have to make another trip above ground to see if I can find her.
I slowed my running down when I saw a pair of bright eyes hidden in the tall grass. Slowly, I took the air pods out of my ear and looked around, feeling like I was suddenly being watched. The school was further back in the distance with the forest being close in front of me. The only thing going for me was the sunstarting to rise, giving the sky an orange glow just over the horizon.
“You know, this is usually where the victim runs away after sensing danger.”
The deep voice felt like it was right behind me when I turned around to see nothing but the path from which I came from.
“No…over here Sabrina,” the voice mocked as I looked back. I could hear the tricky laugh seeping through his teeth as I spun around and saw a man standing in a blood red suit from head to toe. The man’s eyes were piercing red as he rolled a toothpick around his mouth. The wide leg suit and blazer draped over his frame. He was tall with a muscular lean that pulled forward as he kept his hands shoved into his pockets while staring lazily at me with a blink of just one eye. His eyes glowed bright in the night when he looked to the side before looking at me again.
“Excuse the attire…I just came from my club…the theme tonight was True Blood…I dressed as blood since I’ve never read the books or seen the show. My baby tells me I should watch it.”
He rubbed his chin as the rustling sounds of the grass became louder. He wasn’t alone but they weren’t human either.
“If we’re going to kill him, I want to do this quickly,” a second voice said as the yellow eyes that glowed in the dark suddenly appeared. The stalking wolf stepped in front of me with his head lowered and teeth gritting against one another as he growled.
“We can’t kill him,” red eyes said before adding, “unfortunately. I don’t like the taste of witches. Just get in his face the way he got in our sister’s face.”
He suddenly looked up as his hand wrapped around his neck. The veins began to expand, growing thick lines along his skin as his fangs extended from top and bottom of his teeth. The wolf started walking closer to me while I stepped back.
“Your sister is Maggie Grey,” I claimed. “You’ve been in hiding–––”
I froze when his body darted at warped speed before I felt a thick arm wrap around my neck and his body pressing into mine from behind. My heart began to thump so loudly against my chest, I was sure he could hear it too when his nose suddenly pressed against my neck for a smell.
“Now Sabrina,” he whispered as the wolf began to sniff around my feet. “I’m no Salem so I’m not usually this chatty. If this was any other time, I would have you hung in my freezer and slowly drain you over time for my club as a specialty drink…We’d call it the X Martini. You would be a missing student until you were no longer missed. Don’t let your ambitions cloud your judgement into thinking you could ever…EVER!”
I closed my eyes as my body flinched at his sudden tone.
“Ahh he’s scared,” the other said with a laugh.
“Don’t let your ambitions,” he repeated as his nail repeatedly pressed and poked into my skin where a vein bubbled just underneath. I could hear the saliva gathering around his mouth when he spoke. “Cloud your judgement into thinking you could ever step to my sister. She is not like me. She is no killer. What you fear she is, I’m afraid is the very thing…I am. Tread lightly around that one…”
“I wasn’t going to put my hands on her–––”
“Mmmm FUCKKK! Don’t SPEAK!” He spat angrily as his hand gripped tighter around my neck, causing my chin to lift.My breaths became shallow as I dropped the air pods to the ground. “It’s been so long since I’ve fed on a body and you’re right here…the original source…. I can lock in on your throat…cut out any scream, and any feeble curse you may utter under your breath. Your body would belong to me the moment your blood enters my mouth. Every First Family member would come out of hiding in order to feast on you…you would be the sole reason why we live another hundred or so years…all because you stepped to the one with the white hair…”
He inhaled a shaky breath against my neck while his nail pressed into my skin.
“There is a vein right here…” he muttered, hearing the saliva stretch against his teeth. “I can feel your blood thickening…”
I closed my eyes as my body froze. I should have been able to recite a spell or a curse. I should have been able to do something but when I felt a thick cold tongue slather against my neck for a slow swipe of my skin, I knew there was no greater fear than this that I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh! Oh look! He peed on himself! Ha!”
The other stepped back as I swallowed the lump in my throat while my body tried to calm itself down. The wolf leaned down to smell it before turning to lift his leg up as he shot a stream of his own urine against my shoes.
“Your family must be very proud of you…that you’re a Martin,” the one with the red eyes said with a sarcastic tone. “You’re the epitome of what one expects when they encounter a powerful witch…or warlock…what pronouns do you prefer? I want to be respectful. Witch? Warlock? Them or they? Sabrina or are you pussy like Salem?” He gasped before pointing at me with a smug grin and a fake British accent. “It’s Harry, you preferHarry Potter…” I said nothing but the rage was slowly building as well as the burning feeling in my eyes. “Well, it doesn't matter. Stay the fuck away from my sister before I kill you.”
“I need to learn to be dark and brooding like that…” the wolf said as he kicked up the dirt with his back legs before walking off. “I just attack…I really don’t know any other way.”
“Unfortunately it's a family trait to be dramatic and dark… Does something to the blood when the anxiety and fear is all riled up,” the other said as the two began to walk off.
I stood there, waiting until their bodies disappeared before slapping my hand against my neck, expecting blood or a wound, anything! There was nothing. Not even a trace of his saliva against my skin. Dragging my hand down my face, I looked around as the sun continued to rise. I could hear the band practicing at a neighboring field and hear whistles blow.
Unless you’re ready to shoot, do not touch the trigger button.
I burst into my bathroom as I snatched the lights on and started the shower. Staring at the mirror, I could see my eyes were red and the feeling of a hand around my neck still lingered.
“FUCK!” I screamed, swiping at the faucet to cut the water on. I aggressively brushed my face before glaring at myself in the mirror. All I could think about was the tongue…that sick cold tongue belonging to the dead sliding against my neck. Death was right there in my face, and I did nothing, NOTHING!
