I was satisfied with what I had done so far. Now I wanted to be able to test my new abilities. I heard the
sound of laughing coming from downstairs. It was Jean and Colette. I wasn’t sure why they were laughing. I
focused my attention on them and suddenly I could hear their conversation quite clearly even though they
didn’t raise their voices. Did my wishes result in my senses being heightened as well?
They were talking about boys they knew. Jean was in control of the conversation and she spoke mostly of guys
from her classes that, in her own words, she’d “like to fuck.” She pestered Colette to respond in kind, but
Colette remained vague and wouldn’t really give direct answers. Finally Jean asked her to give just one name
of someone she’d like to take her out on a date. My ears were absolutely shocked to hear Colette answer,
“Your brother.”
There was a brief pause followed by the sound of Jean laughing hysterically. She thought Colette was joking.
So did I, for that matter. But when Colette reaffirmed what she said, Jean’s attitude changed. She began to
run me down as she referred to me as a “dork,” a “loser,” and someone “not worthy” of Colette’s affections and
good looks. Colette protested that my sister was being too harsh, but Jean just kept putting me down.
As my sister’s unwarranted attacks continued I could feel my rage build. My sister had always generally
treated me like shit, but this was over the line. So her friend gave an honest answer to a question she
badgered and she didn’t like the answer? What could she have against me taking her friend out on a date
anyway? After all, that was all Colette said. She’d like me to take her on a date. Nothing more than that
was implied.
I felt my rage continued to boil over. I could swear that I literally felt my blood boil in my veins. I
suddenly had no control over my thoughts. They were now consumed by two distinct images. The first was me
charging downstairs and putting my fangs to good use on my sister. I wanted to drain every drop of blood from
her body. The next image in my mind was one of me taking Colette and ravaging her sexually once I had
finished with my sister.
Without giving another thought I soon my found myself heading for the staircase. The only sounds I heard were
my sister’s voice insulting me and, strangely, the pounding of my own heart. I guess I thought my heart
wouldn’t beat as a vampire. But that beating sound brought me out of my trance. As I was about halfway down
the staircase I realized that I couldn’t afford to let myself lose control like this. When I hit the floor at
the bottom of the stairs, I continued for the front door instead of going for the two girls. I called out,
“Tell Mom and Dad I went out and I don’t know when I’ll be back.” I didn’t even look towards them as I did
so.
As I turned the doorknob I heard Jean call out, “Whatever.”
Then I heard Colette say, “Bye, Chris!”
However, I did not turn back to say anything to her. I just stormed out of the house and slammed the door
shut.