Bitten by the Vampires

I just really don’t care.

Is it because I’m a virgin?

Is that why I don’t understand?

Maybe once I’ve had sex, it’ll be different. Maybe then I’ll feel like people should be pure and chaste and wholesome, but as of right now, it just seems...incredible. I picture the men on the bed with women crawling on top of them and under them. I picture the touching, the kissing...the sucking.

Have they bitten any of the women they’ve bedded with?

Can a vampire even actually turn a human?

Do they do it while they’re having wonderfully intense sex with them?

Although I don’t say a word, I notice that Matthew is watching me carefully. He’s gauging my response to this entire situation. I try to stay focused and look around the room, but I can’t take it any longer. Finally, I sneak a peek to see what he’s thinking about.

“She lik

es that idea,” he says.

“Does she?” Eli looks at me. He looks me up and down, and then he fucking sniffs the air. Is he serious right now? Is he trying to smell whether I’m actually aroused? So vampires have a good sense of smell. Okay. I’ll keep that in mind for the future, but it’s pretty damn weird, if you ask me.

I don’t want anyone smelling me without my permission.

Benjamin follows suit, sniffing the air, and a sly smile spreads across his face.

“So she does,” he says. “Don’t worry, little warrior. There will be plenty of time for your feisty antics later.” He looks at the others. “For now, we have hunters to attend to.”

“What are you going to do with them?” I ask, suddenly anxious and uncomfortable.

I can’t help myself.

They’re my people.

Only, I don’t know if they’re actually my people anymore. So much has changed in just a few hours. Yesterday, I thought I was doing my part to protect the people of Eagleton from invaders and today...

Well, today is an entirely different world altogether, isn’t it?

“That’s not for you to concern yourself with,” Eli says.

“I need to know.”

“You shouldn’t know.”

“Just tell her,” Benjamin says. I don’t really know why he’s so callous and uncaring, or at least, I don’t know why he comes across that way.

“No.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and somehow, I feel like that’s the only sound he seems to know how to make. Then he looks at me and says very plainly. “We’re going to kill them.”

I swallow hard. Of course, they’re going to kill them. That’s what has to happen, isn’t it? The vampires aren’t nice people. They aren’t people at all, really. They aren’t polite and they don’t have the same code of morals as humans do, but then again, I’m starting to think that humans don’t have the same code of morals I thought they had.

“What do you think about that?”

“Why did you call me your little warrior?” I ask in response, but my voice is very quiet, and it catches him off-guard because he stills, looking at me.

“We’re going to slaughter them.”

“Is it because you think I’m brave?” I whisper.