Creations - Leah (beach read book .txt) 📗

“You drank from it. Go get me a new one!”
”No.” I crossed my arms; sure I was tricked into this.
“Do what he says.” The merchant was watching me carefully.
“I’m your assistant not his.” I pointed a finger at him and he smiled.
“You are to serve Steven and myself.” He dismissed me with a hand, “Now go get him more orange juice, then you may join us for breakfast. We have much to talk about.”
I went to get the little brat some new orange juice, and get myself a hot cake and strawberries. I went to sit down at the far end of the table were, presumably, Helga sat.
“Now,” the merchant began, crossing his fingers in a business like way. “I’ve enrolled you into a school with Steven.” He looked at his son and a fraction of a smile appeared on his face, but was soon wiped away when looked at me. He coughed and continued, “You will have to were a uniform, and you will be expected to follow all rules.” He frowned and turned back to his meal.
“I don’t want to go to school.” I hated the idea. People would laugh and point fingers. “Oh look, there goes that weird kid again,” or “Hey freak!” I had seen enough and knew what to expect of all real people.
“What did you say?” he slowly raised his head, remaining icy calm.
“It’s just, I don’t think school is the right thing for me.” I looked away, unable to meet his eyes; afraid of what I would see there.
“Well,” his voice cut though me, making me shiver. “You will go to school if you like it or not. You start in the morning.”
I can tell you now I didn’t like it.
I excused myself from the table and went into my room. There was a blue and red dress sitting on the bed. Great. I picked it up and put it in the closet, batting down some cobwebs on the way. It hung there mocking me from dawn until dusk.

School came and went. Like I predicted I was an outcast, a nobody. I got expelled for something I did not do. I am no different than you. I thought, hot tears running down my face. I breathe, cry, walk, run, get scared, and have emotions. Why would you do this to me? Everyone was different. Why must they pick on me?
Sure, I told my side of the story, but it wasn’t very convincing. I could easily tell the principle didn’t want me there. What was wrong with me? Why should I care though? I was freak and I knew it.
The merchant picked my up in his top-quality limousine aligned with beautiful black leather seats and lights. When I ducked my head under to get inside, I found the merchant, holding a glass of fresh champagne. He stared furiously into my teary, brown eyes.
“Do you realize what you have done!?” he shouted furiously.
“I didn’t do it!” By now I was balling. It wasn’t my fault, why wouldn’t he listen to me?
“How could you!? First you caused the headmaster’s prize statue to crumble into a million pieces. Then you triggered the sprinkler system by pulling the fire alarm. Now set the cafeteria on fire! You can bet you’ll be doing double chores and you are never going to another school again.” He was practically spitting the words.
“I told you,” I was screaming at him fury and hate giving me new energy. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t do anything wrong. Your son pushed me into the statue! He pulled the fire alarm! He set my food on fire!”
“Don’t you dare bring him into this, my son wouldn't do any of those things!”
“I don’t need this!” I made a snap decision and opened the car door.
“Where are you going? Don’t you dare!” he dropped the Champaign, staining the seats and lunged. I jumped, and for a moment things moved in slow motion. He grabbed my leg and pulled and I stumbled out the door.
I looked down to find he took my right leg. Empty bandages hung loosely exposing my old skin.
The limo skidded to a halt and the merchant ran out. “Get into this car! Now!” I had never seen him so angry and so I did the smart thing. I ran for my life. I thanked my lucky stars this was an abandoned road surrounded by trees. The merchant yelled furiously and I limped as fast as I could. Just before I hit the trees a gun sounded and pain searched through my left arm. The world began to spin around me, and the next thing I knew I was laying on concrete.

I woke with a start. What happened? I did a quick review and realization hit me like a rock smashing a window. I felt my left arm and sure enough it was wrapped in my extra mummy wrappings. The driver had shot me with a stud dart.
I opened the ripped curtains to reveal a very sad, violent day. Icy rain hit the window, attempting to enter the room. I turned from the window to flick on the light; only it didn’t turn on.
I went to open the door, but it was locked. I turned to find light that had been streamed through the keyhole, exposing a lonely piece of parchment. I picked it up with delicate hands.

Ruu,
Until you learn to behave you will be locked in your room for three days. You will get no food, water, or power. There will be no need to serve us and if you try to escape you will be punished severely. I will be checking on you every night and when I do, if you want to be released early, you must show me by groveling at my feet.
I have also enrolled you into another school called “Silver Moon Academy.” It is for people like you. You start in about one week.
Sincerely
Thomas D. Welting

I crumbled up the paper and tossed it across the room. How dare he! No food, water, power, and I get to go to school. Don’t you wish you were me?
I sighed and dug up an old candle and matches (Don’t ask me why or where I keep those) and light it.
Deadly Little Vampire

It was cold, damp and smelled of garbage. The alley welcomed me with a menacing breeze, pushing me into its opening. Owls hooted with horror, cats ran away with the dogs, and rats dared to come out of their nests. This was the night I was ‘reborn’.

I was an outcast to my family, my mother saw me as a mistake and I had never met my father. I was lonely and hurt. I wanted to leave, to run away. I had made my decision.
“Lauren! Come here now and make dinner!”My mother called from the kitchen. She had a beer in hand and was wearing her Sunday best; a pair of flannel pajamas.
I smiled to myself. Today is the day, I thought. I grabbed my backpack full of clothes and started walking towards the back door.
“No thanks!”I yelled as I ran out of the door, my backpack hitting my arm as it hung loosely from one shoulder. Rain splattered around me, making my long black hair clump and stick to my face. “Great...” I muttered. My clothes were soaked, it was raining, I was cold and I had no home; what a wonderful day! I started to sing one of my favorite songs that I remembered hearing a long time ago. Somehow singing always made me feel better.
When I sing, I lose myself; I forget who I am and where I’m going. I stopped and looked around. It was dark; the faint color of the forgotten street lights guided me into an old alley.
I felt unease creep into my skin. A gust of wind beckoned me further into the gaping alley. “Gross!” I thought, “It smells horrible in here!”
Something about the night made me freeze to the spot. I heard a soft chuckle and the click of shoes on the pavement. My heart beat quickened and I whipped around to behold a man. He was tall, probably in his mid-thirties, his long blonde hair covered his eyes and he wore a sly grin.
“Hello my dear, are you lost?” He came closer.
“No. I know where I am going” I said, backing away.
“Oh, are you sure?” His smile widened when I didn’t respond. “Well then, let me show you the way.”He slowly tilted my chin towards his.
“No! Let go of me! Don’t-! ”I never finished my sentence.
The man had bitten me, his fangs pierced my neck and I started feel drowsy. He lifted his head