“Becca, please leave now, I’ll meet up with you later,” Rob said anxiously, his body begin to tremble and shake again due to hunger.
“Nah, I’ll wait here for you. I don’t want to leave Mr. Moody all alone now do I?” she said again.
“If you don’t leave now and if you don’t stop calling me that I’m going to get really upset, Becca,” Rob said angrily. “Go!”
“Mr. Moody Pants, Mr. Moody Pants,” Becca called out in a chant.
Suddenly Rob couldn’t take it anymore. He launched at Becca as she fell to the floor, screaming in horror. “What are you doing, Rob? Get off of me!” she yelled.
“You asked for it,” Rob said, as his large fangs emerged from inside of his gums.
“AHHH!!!” Becca screamed. “What’s happening? Who are you? Stop! Please!” she pleaded.
“I warned you. I tried to be nice, but there’s only so much I can take,” Rob said as he leaned down towards her neck.
“Noooooo!!!!” Becca screamed. “Noooooo!!!!!!!!!”
It was the last words she uttered before Rob sank his fangs deep into her neck, sucking the blood out of her body and feeding a nice long feed on the blood of his girlfriend.
Chapter 4
Rob couldn’t bear it anymore. He had to find Rachel. He couldn’t stand his life without her and had to find her. He loved her desperately and wanted to be with her. He also knew she held all the answers to why he was feeling this way, and why he was turned. He couldn’t explain his desire or passion for finding her, but knew he had to follow his gut, his true animal instinct to be with her.
He didn’t linger in the locker room; he ran right out, without covering up the mess he’d just made. Becca lay on the floor, blood dripping from her neck, convulsing as he slammed his locker door shut and ran out, without looking back. He figured it didn’t matter anyway, because nobody would suspect anything, especially not from him.
Rob knew the only way to find Rachel would be to ask her family. The only problem with that though, was that he’d tried many times to go to her house, knocking on her door, but nobody answered. He couldn’t understand why they were never home. He figured maybe they weren’t up for company and were still mourning her loss, but he didn’t know for sure.
Lucky for Rob, he heard through his friends that Rachel’s younger brother, Marc, would be at the party that night. Despite feeling tired and hungry, he knew he had to go to the party. He knew he had to find Marc and get to the bottom of this mystery. If anybody would know where to find Rachel it would be her own sibling, so off he went in his blue Audi to the party.
As he arrived at the row of townhouses in the outskirts of town, he saw throngs of his peers going up the steep stoop and into the front door. He waited out front, with his car engine and his headlights off, sitting in the dark, watching, waiting for Marc to appear. After fifteen minutes, he figured he’d better go inside and find him. Maybe he’d gotten their earlier and was already inside.
Rob entered the party and swarms of people surrounded him, cheering him on and congratulating him on his game. One after the next came up to him offering him a shot of vodka, tequila or a can of beer. Rob took a few shots, cheered himself on with his friends and then, once the excitement died down and he’d greeted everyone, he went looking for Marc. He prowled around the townhouse as if he were a burglar. He knew he shouldn’t have gone upstairs, but had to find Marc. He couldn’t leave the party without speaking to him.
Suddenly, Rob got a whiff of something familiar to him. He remembered passing Marc in the hallway recently, he remembered his scent and now, he smelled it again. The scent of his blood made Rob even hungrier as he prowled around looking for him. Then, he went to the open window that faced the back of the house, and spotted him outside, with a group of friends.
Rob quickly turned around and headed downstairs and out the back door of the townhouse. He entered the small yard that was lined with a metal fence and other houses looking down onto their yard. This wasn’t the typical Westchester house, but he didn’t think much of it at this moment. He was on a mission.
“Marc, what’s up bro?” Rob said, walking over to him.
“Yo, who’s that?” Marc said, looking suspicious and putting something quickly into his pocket.
“It’s me, Rob, you know, your sister’s friend,” he replied.
“Oh right, what up kid,” Marc said, in a tough voice.
Rob was surprised to see him in baggy jeans, a hoodie and hanging out with the druggies of AHS. He didn’t realize what a terrible path Marc had been led down, and couldn’t understand why. He remembered Marc being a nice, innocent freshman last year, and now, it was as if he were a completely different person. Rob even spotted a tattoo coming up out of his sweatshirt and wrapping around the front of his neck.
“You have a minute?” Rob asked.
“Not really, not for you,” Marc said, in an obnoxious tone, obviously showing off to his new group of friends.
“Yeah Jock, we don’t want you here, why’d you come outside anyway?” one of the guys asked.
“What’s your deal, Man?” Rob answered back, “I wasn’t talking to you.”
“Well, you were talking with my home-boy and that’s the same as talking to me, you hear?” the guy replied.
“Listen, Dude, chill out, I’m talking to Marc,” Rob said back angrily. “Marc, where’s your sister? What happened to her?”
Marc threw down his blunt and looked at Rob. He was clearly upset and disturbed by this question, and his group of friends could tell he was getting pissed off.
“Yo, Man, why did you have to bring that up? Don’t you know you shouldn’t talk about her?” another guy responded, equally as rude.
“Yeah, Bro, what’s your deal? Leave him alone,” another guy yelled back.
“Chill out guys, I have to find her, I want to help,” Rob replied.
“Well, there’s nothing you can do. You can’t help us,” Marc said, approaching Rob.
“I can, trust me, I’ll find her, I just need some clues,” Rob responded.
“What don’t you understand, Rob? I said, No! You can’t help us,” Marc yelled, walking towards him with a swagger.
Rob watched as Marc got closer. He could see his bloodshot eyes and his wavering step. He knew he was high and drunk. Rob could see the hatred in Marc’s eyes as he got closer and he began to wonder what was going to happen next.
The smell of Marc’s blood made his stomach weak. He waited and then, before he knew it, Marc’s friends were surrounding him, ready to fight. Rob looked at them with ease, knowing his strength would prevail, and waited for them to lift their fists.
Sure enough, one after the next charged at him, including Marc. They violently swung
