IN THIS CHAP, WHAT WILL HAPPEN? FIND OUT- xoxo ABBIE

ALEXANDRA'S POV

                       Chapter 5

 Chapter 5

“A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.”

― Ian McEwan

I did not at the moment want to go home. I want to see Richard. I want to lift up my spirits using him. I have never been this cruel to use my assignment to make myself feel better. My tears are no longer flowing. I put on my flirtatious face and head for my target’s house. I had to get him to find interest in me.

 Soon enough I am at his doorbell ringing it. He opens it, stares me down with an attracted look.

“You’re unexpected. I like that. So I’m ready to go right now Soph, if you are,” He gives me a perverted smile and I have no choice but to say yes. So instead of talking I nod my head. He quickly clutches his coat.

We start walking and I decide to start a conversation to stop the awkwardness of the ongoing silence.

“Our school is having this Autumn dance. We are allowed to bring a plus one. I would love for you to be mine.”

“You are fast. You just keep making me dig you more and more.”

“So you want to come or not,” I tiptoe, bring my lips to his ears and whisper in an enticing voice, “I will look the sexiest and be all yours. Take the deal or leave it.”

 I surprise myself with how tempting I can be.

“Whoa, you’re hot when you want to play feisty,” His tongue grazes my ear. I love how fast he acts to be the one in control again.

“I guess you’re coming.”

“I guess I am. Shouldn’t I get a reward? I know exactly what I want,” His smile says it all.

“What exactly is that?”

“You.”

“I like that rewa-” Before I can finish, his arm surrounds mean and brings me in closer to him. His lips brush mine then the passion begins. The way he moves his lips is sloppy. But the feeling you get from all his efforts is so overwhelming you never want this to stop.

   His hands continue to go through my hair. Being a dumb jock gets you girls. Getting girls gets you experience. Getting experience makes you a good kisser I guess.

  I pull away, gasping for precious air. He does too, but his gasps are more relaxing. Smiling a provocative smile at me, he reaches for my hand and I let him have it. My return smile is a devious one. I can tell he is beginning to grow deep affection for me. Yet another downer to being the amazing me is when a Human has a taste of me or any other of my kind, their heart softens.

   That makes our job easier. With each simple pleasantry such as a simple kiss, the more you give the Humans, the deeper they fall for you.  The sad tragedy is that if you don’t end your so called ‘love’ in 1 month and continue in your affection, your assignment dies, a sad and tragic death. I bet you wish you could have a day in my shoes and enjoy all the people you get to kiss. Yah right.

 His phone rings, breaking the trance I have him under and he kisses me on the cheek. He races my head with my cheek and examines me as if I am to subject to him, keep hoping. He tells me “You’re beautiful.”

“Thanks,” I want to say every one of your kind tells me that, isn’t something new. I am not trying to be an arrogant person but when you’re told the same line over and over it makes you want to rip your hair out. He walks away slowly and I sigh.     Don’t exactly know why, but I do and my bones relax and my muscles have no more tension in them.

 Now home, I see Kendall in a way I’d hoped to never see him. Too bad, so sad. He had blood in a bag. One eye of his was grey and the other his normal color hazel. That usually meant half fed. Something that scares me is getting close to him although he is my brother.

 When a Tranquilizer feeds and still has a grey eye or blood that hasn’t cleaned itself, which means we could be in our ballistic state. That was a rare effect that only occurred when not fully fed and all Tranquilizers were too greedy to share.

“Don’t get scared Alex,” Kendall’s voice does not sound like it belongs to him. The voice that emerges from his throat was too seductive and husky to be my brother’s. I say a silent prayer to the Lord to help us. Jumping from couch to couch, he makes enormous leaps.

“Baby sister, join the wild side, ain’t as bad as they make it out to be. It is fun.”

 Now I know something is wrong, he would never say ain’t. I want my big brother back. If I were behaving like him, he’d know what to do. Sadly I don’t think well under pressure.

“Kendall, stop,” I silently say to him.

He smirks a devious planning grin my way and continues jumping around the house.

“Kendall, stop!” I scream this time.

 To make matters worse, he sees he is making me furious. He grabs a vase that our Gram had given to us. He shakes it at me, and fake drops it.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be that reckless,” I almost sigh when he says that but then he drops the vase.

He then says, “I fooled you. You’re easy to tric-” His sentence is cut when he falls to the floor and faints. That is the end of the craziness, a sleep that deprives you of what is not you. A bit cliché that after all the madness, fainting brings you back. I shake my head disapprovingly at my brother. But I smile because I am saving our Mom because of him. I take the blood bag from the table.

 I am a little more scared than I have to be. I fight of the urge to not let the person I really am drink all the blood that is meant for my Mom.  A voice in my head impulses me more and more, Take it Alex, your Mom will be okay. Take care of yourself. Don’t you do enough?

 What am I saying? I bring myself to my senses, open the bag and pour it into Mom’s mouth. I give her exactly what she needs, but not all of the contents that fill the bag. I take some and put it in my pocket. Good girl. The voice goes away, no sooner does my conscience attack me. I push the right feelings away.

 Mom’s eyes slowly expose themselves to the world they have not seen for some time. Luckily she doesn’t notice her son and the destroyed house. Also good, I remember not to look into her eyes. When both of a Tranquilizer’s eyes are grey, it can kill anyone. Just a simple reminder to warn those unfortunate forgetters.

  Kendall must have had a secret mission that he didn’t inform us on to get the blood that fast. Maybe he likes the girl they’d assigned and was ashamed to tell us. I don’t believe so, Kendall tells me everything.

 “Mom, you’re back.”

“Yes baby I am.”

Those are the only words we exchange. Mom kisses my eyelids and then curls herself into a sleeping position. With Dad out, Mom sleeping, Kendall in a sleeping trance, I have the opportunity to taste the blood. It is impossible to control myself in a situation like this. I doubt any of my kind would. Happiness streams through my body just thinking about sweet, odorous and pleasing red liquid.

 Upstairs I lie on my bed. I am ready. I take the bag out. I dispense the leftover blood into my mouth. My body gets the feeling of pure bliss. A smile that seems everlasting falls on my face. My brain portrays pictures of happy moments. All the bad in my life doesn’t exist. I feel unstoppable. Something in me wants to burst through. There is so much delight that makes me feel light. I laugh uncontrollably. I wrap my bed sheets around myself. I feel the sting of my greying eyes. A desirable sting that doesn’t stop my enjoyment of every moment of this. I untangle myself from my sheets and start to dance. I feel myself levitate and it feels so glorious and so magical in unexplainable ways. Then I feel my feet touch my carpet and I want to float again but can’t.

  My smile disappears. Something is wrong, the ecstasy slowly vanishes. And just like that, the sequence of pleasure I was having is done.  I hear my phone ring in my pocket. The ring of the cursed mission assigners. Drat. I want to press the reject button but I can get sued for that.

 I pick up.

“Yes?” I answer.

“You are to abandon your current mission. We have decided we have a better companion for someone of high skills as you,” It is a woman who speaks to me.

“I am flattered but…”

“You have orders and you are to take them. He will be relocated to you. His current residency in Florida shall not be taken into consideration because of this mission. He is nothing but prey and you are considered the predator. His name is Jaylen Riviera and he is a special human. You must leave Richard to a Tranquilizer beneath you. We have found only you worthy to deal with Jaylen Riviera. Do not let our high faith in you wither.”

“But?”

“You cannot oppose the High Council’s decisions.”

She hangs up.

I am so completely fed up with their holier than thou attitude. High Council member, my arse. I hate the lady’s voice, she only ever brings news I don’t like along with her club members.

 The only positive thing to this, I don’t have to move to Florida and I get to ditch cocky Richard. The Council will probably give him some drug to make him forget he ever met a Sophie. I might take Jaylen to the Autumn dance and Favour’s party. Either way, I was not going alone. Satisfaction would not be Victor’s. Maybe I am being harsh but he deserves it. He needs to be let down hard so my intentions towards him will make him give up.

 I wonder briefly when Dad will be home and I wonder extremely briefly if I will visit Favour tomorrow. Victor will find his way to me no doubt.  All I’m sure of at the moment is that once he recognizes Favour, they’ll practically be married.

Unrequited love and lust is the worst. I’m a hypocrite, knowing that Victor has an unrequited lust for me yet doing everything in my power to hurt him more. I’m also scared that if I had to pick between Favour and Victor, I would pick Victor for the sake he understands me in a way that Favour can’t. She’s a human. Victor’s a Tranquilizer. I’m evil, so evil and I just feel unfulfilled.

Finding my canvas and sketch pencil, I sit on my bed with them at hand. I hang the canvas accordingly and start to sketch. I sketch and my fingers move in all directions at first. My fingers create the border of the goal I’m drawing at. My fingers hurt drastically but I keep them moving. The picture is coming together. I keep drawing recognizing how beautiful it’s becoming. I draw the lips, the eyes; I shade in the nose and add depths to the eyes.  I draw the stars and add a twinkle to them.

An hour later, I’ve drawn some boy and me accompanying him on a park bench beneath the stars.  I have no idea who he is but he is beautiful. I feel stupid at being able to admire a drawing but unable to admire a real person.

“Selfish.” I say to myself in an empty room.

“Selfish.” I repeat thinking how I took the blood that we could’ve used for later.

“Selfish.” I think of how I’ manipulating my own friends.

“Stupid.” I think of how helpless I am.

Reminding myself of poor Jaylen, I feel sad at how he’ll end up in a coma, forget me and he’ll be forced to think he was in an accident.

After all these words, I just think of how useless they are and how useless my existence is.