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# 1 Rule in Slayer's Hanbook: Never Fall in Love with the Enemy
Chapter Nine
Him Again
Before I knew it, school was over and we were all waiting at my car. Well, Kaity, Becca, and I were. Matty was stuck in detention. So, we've been waiting for 15 minutes here with another 15 to go.
"Is he out yet?" Becca asked, for the third time in the last 5 minutes.
"Nope." Kaity said, lying on her stomach picking at the grass on the ground.
"This is so boring." I whined, hanging upside down from a tree.
"You said it." Becca said, plopping down on the ground, beside my head.
10 minutes later
Now I was pacing, Becca was sitting in the tree, and Kaity was throwing grass everywhere.
"Jeez. He just had to get detention again. This is like the 4th time this week!" I ranted, Becca watching me, amused. "Can't the boy just go one day without detention?" I asked nobody in particular. "No, he can't. Wanna know why?" I, again, asked nobody in particular. "Because he just has to have the last word!" I yelled, planting myself on the ground.
I crossed my arms over my chest, and huffed.
5 minutes later
Matty came running towards us, waving his arms like a lunatic.
"Sorry, I got--" He started but I cut him off.
"You got detention. We all know. But you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, just for this one day. To think, we could be in a store right now!" I yelled, getting into the driver's side.
"She's not very patient." I heard Becca say to him.
"Shut up and get in the car!" I yelled, still pretty annoyed.
"I think it's her time." I heard Becca mumble over to Kaity.
"I heard that." I said.
Becca smiled, and climbed into the back seat with Kaity. "I know." She replied.
I rolled my eyes, and when Matty had his door closed, I started the car and we were off to the mall.
"Hey, Jess?" I heard Matt say.
"Yea?" I answered, keeping my eyes on the road. Last time I didn't, I almost killed myself.
"Would you mind if a friend met up with us at the mall?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied, casually.
"Awe, does Matty-Moo have a girlfriend?" Becca asked, propping up her elbows on that thing in-between the passenger and driver. I always forgot what that thing was called.
"No, Becca-Boo. I don't. He's a boy." Matty said. I heard Kaity laugh at the names.
"Oh. Wow. Matty-Poo has a boyfriend. Who knew he rolled that way." Becca said, smiling and sitting back.
"WHAT?!" Matty yelled. "For the record, I'm STRAIGHT!" He yelled again.
"Of course you are." Becca said, disbelievingly.
"Jessie, Becca's implying I'm gay again!" Matty whined.
"Well, you did sound pretty eager when we mentioned we were going shopping. And you do have a pretty high-pitched voice sometimes." I said.
"Do not!" He yelled, making his voice deeper.
I laughed at how hard he was trying. It was so fun to tease him about his sexuality.
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We pulled into the mall parking lot, and I parked my car quickly. Matty got out of the car, as fast as he could, and ran into the mall.
"This "friend" sure is special to Matty. I haven't seen him run that fast, since... since... well, 4th grade." Becca mumbled, following after Matty.
I locked my doors, and Kaity, Becca, and I headed into the mall. I could see the back of Matty's head, and I partially saw the guy he was talking to.
"Oh. There they are." I heard Matty say, he moved out of the way, and... Wait.
DYLAN?!
I'm almost positive that my eyes practically popped out. My jaw went slack, and now it was hanging open.
"Uh. Jess, are you okay?" I heard Kaity ask.
I quickly composed myself, and tried to keep as much of my dignity as I could. "Y-yea. Fine." I said.
"Whatever you say. Let's go meet this guy." Kaity said.
Becca was already standing beside Matty, talking to Dylan.
"I gotta--" I started. But Kaity already had my arm and she was dragging me towards Matty, Becca, and a now smirking, Dylan.
"Jess, this is--"
"Dylan. I know." I finished for him.
"Oh so, you know each other?" Becca asked. "He did only transfer today." Becca added.
"I've seen him around." I said, looking at Dylan.
"Well, I sure haven't seen you. Nice to meet you." Dylan said, smiling at me, holding his hand out.
I just stood there, staring at it. Like I'd really touch that... that... thing.
"Go ahead, Jess. He doesn't have cooties." Matty told me, teasingly.
I gave Dylan a grim smile, and shook his hand slowly, hating every second of it. As soon as we let go, I wiped my hand on my pants.
Becca cleared her throat, completely aware of the tense atmosphere. "So, uh, Dylan. Where are you from?"
"I'm from California, but I was born in the United Kingdom." He told us.
I just scoffed. Becca looked over at me, and gave me a look. I rolled my eyes, and turned on my heel heading to a random store with Kaity in tow.
"Uh. Bye, I guess!" Kaity called to them.
# 1 Rule in Slayer's Hanbook: Never Fall in Love with the Enemy
Chapter Eight
"Let's call it a tie."
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Dylan's P.O.V
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If I kept this up, I would kill her. And if I killed her, I wouldn't be far behind. Jake said to bring her back to him alive. not a corpse, but alive.
So I had to control my blood lust, and strength. I closed my eyes, and took a calming breath.
No, vampires don't need to breath, but I found breathing natural and it calms me. Therefore, it works.
I felt my fangs slowly go back to normal looking teeth, and I re-opened my eyes. I could smell the blood on the ground, that she spat out.
God, did it smell good.
No. Calm yourself, Dylan. This is not the time for feeding.
I thought to myself. I took a few more breaths, before walking towards her.
"Let's call it a tie." I said.
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MY P.O.V
~~~
"A tie?" I asked, shocked.
He was winning, he can't just give up!
"Yes a tie. We both win, and lose. Therefore, you get to go home, and I get my kiss." He said.
I glared at him, coldly. "I'd rather die then kiss you." I told him, venom seeping onto every one of my words.
"I'd reconsider. I'm being awfully nice right now. I suggest you just kiss me and go, simple as that." He said, far too casually.
Wow. He really is giving up.
"Fine." I agreed, suspiciously. I looked him over a second time, before reassuring myself that it was just a kiss.
I kissed him on the lips quickly, holding back a gag.
"See? It wasn't so bad." He said, a smile playing on his lips.
"For you. Now I have to go disinfect my lips." I replied, turning on my heel and walking back home. Once I got home, I grabbed the spare key hiding under the mat, and silently opened the door.
I figured that I should have used the window this time, Kaity might've still been sleeping.
I tossed the key onto the counter, and crumpled up the note. I walked up to my room, and checked the clock.
1:30 am.
I sighed, and changed back into my PJs.
Skipping one shift wouldn't hurt.
I thought to myself, while climbing into bed.
I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
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My and my big mouth. 'What's the worst that could happen?' I mocked myself, bitterly. My TV was tuned onto the news, and apparently 5 teenage girls were raped, and then murdered brutally.
To think, I could have prevented that. I am so stupid!
"Thank god, they caught the guy." I heard Matthew say, eating some of my toast. It seemed my friends got a kick out of breaking and entering into my house.
I grabbed the toast out of his hand, before he could consume it all. "Matty, you have to stop eating my breakfast. And you too Becca!" I told them, moving my food away from them.
I'm pretty sure that guy was framed. My father taught me, a vampire hasn't been caught in almost 100 years. Obviously it wasn't just gonna change now.
"But we're hungry!" They whined.
"And is that my problem?" I asked. "No." I finished for them. I had almost totally forgot about last night, if Dylan hadn't set a note on top of my phone.
You're lips are sweet.
God, did that guy get on my nerves.
"Well, we can blame you if we want!" Matty retorted.
I rolled my eyes, and ate my PB, skipping the J.
"I'm gonna go find my clothes!" Matty exclaimed, running up to my room. Yes, Matty has slept over before. But just not in that way, we may be psychotic teenagers, but we are able to control our hormones.
Matty bounded down the stairs, wearing a new pair of skinny jeans.
"I left the other one in your room." He told me, sitting down on a stool.
"Ew." I said, scrunching up my nose. "How many days have you worn those?" I asked.
"Once. Sheesh." He said.
"Not only this week, Matty." I said.
"Oh. Then I lost count." He replied, with a shrug, taking another bite of my breakfast. Yet again.
"I'm gonna burn those later." I said. Becca went to help Kaity pick out something to wear. We decided that we'd go shopping today, after school.
And --of course-- Matty had to tag along, 'cause he's secretly gay like that.
Kidding!
~~~
SHE DIDN'T DIE!
Aren't you happy?
I am.
Because without her,
you wouldn't have a story,
and I wouldn't have a story to write.
BYE FOR NOW!
# 1 Rule in Slayer's Hanbook: Never Fall in Love with the Enemy
Chapter Seven
Hooked on Death
I had my knives out by now, the guns were no use if you didn't know where to shoot so, I hardly used them.
I knew he was somewhere, I just didn't know where "somewhere" was.
This felt so... weird. All of this. Me not being able to track my enemy with my senses alone was so unfamiliar, I guess. My father always said it was a gift and I should feel lucky to have it, but sometimes, I wish I didn't have it.
I found people dead, hurt, on the brink of death, tortured, and in all my relationships; cheating on me.
Yea. I sure am lucky.
But at this time, I wasn't lucky. He was everywhere, but when I looked; he wasn't. It was aggravating.
I felt a presence behind me, so I turned around swiftly. Nothing.
I felt somebody behind me again, but yet nothing.
I knew what he was doing, he was playing with me. He wanted me to give up, so he could win.
But that wasn't going to happen.
When I felt somebody beside me, instead of turning to them, I stabbed them. And I didn't miss.
I felt it hit cold flesh, but no scream. I couldn't hear that burning sound, I longed for.
I admit it, I was hooked on death.
A vampire's death to be precise.
"You got me." I heard him say, the shock evident in his voice.
I stood there in silence, I could hear the sound of flesh healing. It sent shivers down my spine, I hated that sound. It always reminded me that I was losing.
Why didn't it work?
I asked myself. It was supposed to work. It always only took one cut. Not a stab, but just a small cut. I didn't even have to put any effort into it.
In the two years my dad has taught me, and showed me how to slay a vampire, this never happened. He never mentioned this. In all the late night shifts that he took, all he had to do was create one cut and that's all it took. Never more.
I had to admit, I was scared. I didn't know what to do, I was supposed to be ready. This wasn't supposed to happen, I should've won.
He should've turned to ash, like the rest. He wasn't supposed to be able to heal, he was supposed to die.
I needed to hear the burning, I needed to hear the screams. It was all that would calm my anger.
He reminded me so much of Jake. The velvet voice, the air of mystery, the way his skin glowed.
I hated it.
I hated it all.
So I tried it again. He just stood there and took it. But no burning, no screams, just pure silence.
The silence itself was killing me. Not him, but me.
No, no, no, no, no.
Suddenly, that creepy smile was on his face once again. He turned his head to meet my eyes with his.
The game was slowly turning on me.
He was going to win. Not me, but him.
Next thing I knew, I found myself hitting a tree, back first. I heard the sickening crack that came from my back.
This was it.
I was going to lose.
There was no use to try to win, because there was nothing that would help me win.
"Jessica!" I heard my name being called, in that sing-song voice.
A smile broke out on my face, when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I laughed, happily. He twirled me around in his arms, and then placed me on my feet. I turned around in his arms, and planted a kiss on those lips that I loved.
Happy.
What bullshit.
I was too in love to see the horrors my future held. I knew happily ever after never existed, but he changed that around for me.
For a moment in my life, I actually believed I had found my "happily ever after" but it slowly unraveled, and turned into a sorrowful ending.
For me. Only for me.
He found his true princess, and I lost my prince charming.
All I felt was cold, bitterness. I didn't feel that fuzzy feeling anymore. I used to feel it everyday of my life before him. When I met him, I thought he was everything I needed. My whole world revolved around him for the short period of time.
But, unfortunately, he didn't feel the same. To him, I was only another person.
I gave him my heart, and he broke it and left it to rot. He was the reason I do this. He was the reason I felt all this pain.
And I wanted nothing but sweet revenge. And I was going to get that, even if it took me all my life. I wouldn't give up, not until he felt my pain.
That's what willed me to get up, and spit the blood out of my mouth onto the ground. I felt light-headed, but that wasn't going to stop me.
I could see the fangs protruding out of his mouth, I could see his red eyes looking at me. He was thirsty, and he wasn't going to stop himself from sucking me dry.
It was just him and I.
Nobody to save me, nobody to hear my shrieks of pain, nobody to hear my last dying breath.
But that wasn't going to happen. I wouldn't let it. Win or lose, I was going to get out of this alive.
He said it himself, don't kill the person, just harm them enough to leave them almost dead.
But if he were to sink his fangs into my neck, nothing would stop him from killing me.
Suddenly the flashback of one of my many nightmares appeared before my eyes.
The girl was me. I could see the two puncture holes in my neck. There was dried up blood surrounding the two holes.
I truly couldn't believe it. My eyes looked empty and dead. There was no trace of life left in my dark brown eyes. I was just a lifeless body now.
Was that nightmare turning into reality?
Was I going to die tonight?
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Taa Daa!
Is Jessica going to die?
Will she live?
Will this Dylan guy keep to his word,
and leave her almost dead?
STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!
# 1 Rule in Slayer's Hanbook: Never Fall in Love with the Enemy
Chapter Six
Games
I was surrounded. I was surrounded with black. It was all I saw, all I felt, all I heard.
I felt empty, unwanted, dead, unloved, but most of all, alone.
I was vulnerable. Vulnerable to anything and everything. Suddenly, the black was disappearing. It was replaced with crimson splatters.
It was dripping down the walls, all over the ground, and the smell. God, the smell. With every breath I took, I inhaled that wretched scent. I didn't want to breath, I didn't want to look at it. I just wanted to close my eyes and hold my breath. But something wasn't letting me.
Blood. It was all blood. That's why it was so familiar. It was blood. I looked down at myself to see I was covered with it. From head to toe, blood. That's all I saw.
I woke up panting, sweat dripping off my face, yet again. I looked around the room to see I was still in my clothes, with the case still in front of me.
I sighed in relief, and sat up. I wiped the sweat that drenched my forehead, with the back of my hand.
These nightmares never made sense.
Each day it would change, with no relationship to the last one. I was getting really tired of it. I shook off the thought, and carried on with what I was doing.
I was no computer wiz, but I wasn't bad with them either. A name popped up, right across the screen in green, robotic letters.
Dylan Vaughn.
Hm. Dylan, huh? Well, okay then. I looked over at my clock to see it was 12
midnight.
I closed my laptop and was going to put it away, when I saw a white paper, folded neatly, resting on top of the case.
I picked it up, and read it over. It was the same handwriting, just a different note.
Meet me at the park, 10 minutes away. Don't be late. I expect you there in 20 minutes.
I got up off the ground and let the note rest on the case. I only had 10 minutes to get ready, then I had to get going. I had a feeling this Dylan guy was very interesting. I changed my outfit, so I was wearing this. I strapped on my weapon carrier, just in case.
I left a note in the kitchen, in case Kaitlin woke up, and I was off. It was a chilly night, but not that cold. It's not that the cold bothered me, it was the feeling I was getting each step I took closer to the park.
I brushed off the feelings, and entered the park.
Empty.
Nobody was here.
It was completely empty, all I could hear was the slight creaking from the swings, as they moved back and forth from the wind.
"Hello, Slayer." I heard somebody whisper in my ear.
I turned around swiftly, my hand flying towards my silver knife. Before I could grab it, a hand grabbed my wrist.
I looked up at the person, whom the hand belonged to. He was good looking, but he was a vampire.
It was obvious.
And vampire are killers, therefore, I didn't give a damn about this guy. Good looking, or not. He was a murderer in my eyes.
"Don't be getting any ideas, I'm only here on business." He said, in his velvet voice. I looked him over, cautiously.
He didn't look like he was going to get violent. But then again, with murderers, you can never tell.
"Business." I said, disbelievingly. "What kind of business?" I asked.
He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. His pale complexion glowing in the moonlight. Out of nowhere, a smile formed on his face.
A smile I didn't like.
"How 'bout a game?" He asked.
"I don't play games." I said, coldly.
"It'll be fun." He said.
I was suddenly curious. I'm not sure if it was some kind of effect he had, or it was my true emotions getting the best of me. "Name of the game?" I asked.
"No Rules. I made it up myself. In the game there are absolutely no rules, hence the name 'No Rules'." He explained.
"What do I have to do?" I asked, intrigued.
"You have to try to kill me, and I with you. Of course, you can't actually kill the person, but you can almost kill them." He said.
"If I win?" I asked.
"You get to go home free. But if you lose," He started, smiling a creepy smile. "Then you give me a kiss, and I get to take you wherever I want to." He finished.
"I should get two things." I said.
"And why's that?" He asked.
"Because if I lose, you get two things, but if I win, I only get one. It's not fair." I replied.
"Who said anything about being fair?" He asked, amused. Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, he was gone.
Let the games begin.
# 1 Rule in Slayer's Hanbook: Never Fall in Love with the Enemy
Chapter Five
The Note
We left the house ten minutes before the bell actually rang, so we wouldn't be late. It turns out Kaity actually went to the same school as me, so there was no hassle.
School was the same as usual. Boring as Hell. Lunch was more exciting then anything. As it usually was. Kaitlin got to meet the rest of my friends, well not the rest, some of them. She met Erin, Madison, Matthew, Drew, Sydney, Brenden, Justyn, and more. They got along well and nothing terrible happened.
I was now sitting in last period, with my headphones stuck in my ears. Mr. Cathcart gave us some notes to copy, but I finished a few minutes ago.
I was tapping my pencil to the beat, when a note was thrown over at me. I looked around the room, but everybody was either talking to somebody else, or finishing up the notes.
I opened the note cautiously, and scanned the fancy handwriting.
Dear Slayer,
I cannot wait until tonight.
That's it. Nothing else.
I cannot wait until tonight.
What did they mean by that?
Did somebody else know about me?
I read the note over, and over again. I could feel chills running down my spine. This wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.
The last bell rang, and I gathered my stuff quickly, then I left. I met Kaitlin outside the school, and we drove back to my house. We decided that she would stay with me if she didn't want to go back.
I drove quickly back, and we both went inside. Kaitlin didn't question why I was in a rush and I was glad she didn't. I needed to get to my room, and quickly.
When I got to my room, I closed the door, and pulled out a silver case from under my bed. I quickly punched in the combo, and unlatched it. I pulled out everything I needed, and started my work.
I was going to figure out who gave me this.
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UNKNOWN P.O.V
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Everything was going smoothly, she received the note, and now she was going to find out it was me. Then I'm going to plant another note in her room telling her where to meet me, then she's going to go there, I'll bring her back to Jake, and everybody will be happy.
Easy as pie.
I jumped from the tree I was standing on, and made my way back. Hopefully nobody got in the way and screwed this up.
If somebody did, that would be bad. Very, very bad.
On their part anyways.
