Sorry for taking so looong:((
All was done. We all strode out of the bar together. Of course I was ashamed of what I had just done. Killing others for my own survival. James held me tightly, hushing me silently every time I whimpered. Laurent and Embelline were on either of our sides, licking their lips, savoring the blood.
“Embelline?” Laurent stopped dead in his step and turned around to face Embelline. “Im going up North, get a few more, im still not full.” Embelline nodded.
“Ill come with you. It wasn’t the best ive eaten either.” And they left, hand in hand. It was weird though. After all the time I had spent with then I would have never thought they would end up together. James tightened against me. I looked up at his face, the words torn, pain, and hate, was written in huge bold letters on his face.
“James?” I asked. “What’s wrong?” He was actuación so weird.
“Nothing.” He said, his voice really tight. He pushed me against his stone chest, and then left me. I could see him until he turned the corner. James had left me here all alone.
“Miss?” I turned towards the man. His face was all serious, he wanted me out.
“The stores closing. You’ll need to leave.” I looked down once again at the newspaper in my hands. It was dated from yesterday, on the front page was a girl. Her brown hair and bright red eyes made her pop out of the page. Memories came rushing back inside my head, memories I thought I had already forgotten. I quickly put the newspaper back on the stands and left the store. The campana rang as I closed the door behind me. I couldn’t get the picture out of my head. Her face, her wicked smile, her terrified eyes. She deserved to be terrified, after all she had done. I walked down the calle in wonder. People continued to pass me without knowing the real meaning of this world. Fear. I hadn’t seen James in about a week o so. He had stuff to deal with, other than me. I missed him though, más than I would ever admit. He dicho that he would be back, just needed to think things over. What things? I passed another newsstand, and noticed the picture again. I flinched más than I thought I would ever at the picture of Mary, starring at me, hate written on her face. She was back.