Betrayed: Dark beginnings (3 page)

It did not matter how long she thought about it. All she needed was to wait until some humans went swimming and they came to the surface. She knew, however, that she would find it difficult to do it alone. Also, they could not know she was there, or they would just disappear quickly.

Aggravated, she pushed her legs out from under the quilt and rubbed her eyes. She could hear Cecile in the kitchen making herself breakfast. She looked up at the window; it was grey and cloudy, but what was she to expect. It is Britain after all.

Despite popular belief that vampires cannot go out in the sunlight, for Elizabeth, that was simply not true. The warlock who placed the curse on them, in rage, had not recited the spell properly. Leaving them fangless and able to go out in the sunlight, this she was grateful for. She loved the sun and the warmth dearly. Elizabeth had once lived in Africa for many years where she had bathed in the sun lazily every day.

She walked over to her dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. She wiped away the smudges of mascara that had embedded itself in the creases beneath her eyes. Elizabeth walked into the bathroom, switched on the shower and got undressed.

After having her shower and getting dressed into her tight skinny black jeans, black ankle boots and her low cut black top with lace sleeves, she trudged down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen where Cecile was doing the dishes.

“Morning,” Elizabeth yawned.

“Good morning.” Cecile replied while washing a plate.

“I need to feed again” Elizabeth said whilst trailing her fingertip along her bottom lip. Cecile turned around and threw the plate back onto the rack.

“You do not need to feed yet, you want to feed. You know you can last weeks between feeds.” Cecile looked at Elizabeth sternly; she was not going to let this one go.

“I am starving, so I am going to go out and find someone to feed on” Elizabeth said persistently.

              Dull light seeped in through the kitchen window, highlighting Cecile’s dark grey hair. Elizabeth looked at her carefully and realized how old she was. She knew she did not have much time, if she did not help Cecile soon, she would be dead.

“I forbid it Elizabeth!” Elizabeth looked taken aback; she opened her mouth slightly and looked at Cecile wide eyed.

“You forbid it.” Elizabeth laughed as she strolled out of the kitchen. She had only got half way up the stairs when she heard the loud knocking echo through the house.

She remembered that the guy she met, Jordan, was coming around today. She ran down the stairs and opened the door eagerly. He looked delicious.

“Hello gorgeous.” Elizabeth said seductively as she looked Jordan up and down.

“Hey, how are you?” Jordan said followed by a nervous laug
h. He is too cute, she thought.

“I’m fine, so I was thinking that you could start by scraping the wallpaper off my kitchen wall if you like. It’s a disgusting colour and I would be ever so grateful,” she said biting her lip.

“Yeah, of course, umm do you have any tools?” He asked politely as he stared at her physique.

“Yes in the shed, thank you again Jordan. After this, we can watch a film if you like?” she said sweetly

“Absolutely, I don’t have anything planned for tonight.” He said a little bit too enthusiastically.

Elizabeth laughed and led him around to the shed.

“So, where did you live before?” Jordan asked trying to make conversation.

“Around, we have moved around quite a bit.” Elizabeth said not fully answering his question; she always had an air of mystery surrounding her.

“Well, hopefully you stay here for a while.” Elizabeth turned and smiled to Jordan.

“I hope so,” she said quickly. That was a lie; she could not wait to leave and to go abroad with Cecile. Elizabeth swung open the door to the old shed. She looked towards the items that she had persuaded a man she met to give her.

“Here you go,” Elizabeth said pointing to the pile of paint cans, tools and the ladder perched against the wall. They walked slowly back to the house. Jordan was carrying two bags of tools, and a ladder. Elizabeth skipped ahead of him freely, with a grin on her face.

Jordan walked into the house and looked around. It did not look like they had done much at all to the house. There were no curtains, lampshades or much of anything that people would usually have in their home.

Everything was dusty and the house carried that musty smell you might find in an old church basement.

“It’s very ... big’’ Jordan said after a long pause. He followed Elizabeth into the oversized kitchen where he swiftly got to work.

Elizabeth watched him put all of his effort into scraping off the wallpaper. It was amusing to her to watch his efforts to impress her, she watched the sweat drip down his face and got up, grabbing a cloth. She walked up behind him and placed her right hand on his hip; it was warm and firm.

She got the cloth and wiped away the sweat from his forehead, his eyes locked onto hers and she slowly moved her hand towards his stomach, feeling his abs through his shirt. She whispered seductively in his ear

“Better?” her breath tickled his neck

“Uhh, yeah, umm thank you.” He turned away embarrassed. What was funny was, for the next twenty minutes he would not face her and kept pulling his hoody down over his trousers, his face was bright red.
She watched him as he scraped the wallpaper. The red swished inside her mouth as she savored the taste. It didn’t do anything or her, but she could never give up wine. Not even in death.

The day passed quickly; the sun went down and it was eight-o-clock already. Jordan had almost finished the kitchen and was cleaning up.

“It’s ok; I’ll get Cecile to clean that up.” Elizabeth said putting her hand on Jordan’s. That was the first time they had spoken in hours.

“I can do it, it is no problem. Is Cecile your aunt?” he looked her up and down

“It is fine, she will not mind and yes she is. She’s actually out at the moment.” Elizabeth said saucily.

“Brilliant, I mean, do you want to sit down and watch the film now?” He said cheekily, poking her stomach and laughing.

Elizabeth led him into the living room, where he sat on the big corner suite so she chose a seat next to him and put on one her favorite films. It was about a succubus who haunted her ex-lovers dreams before she killed him in cold blood.

Throughout
the entire film Jordan could not concentrate; Elizabeth laid her head on his chest where she could hear his heart beating faster as she moved her hand lower down his stomach, caressing his abs with the tips of her fingers. He moved his hand onto the side of her neck, pushing back her hair. He slowly edged his hand down her shoulder towards her chest.

She could feel his erection pulsate against her thigh; this made Elizabeth more excited, her nipples hardened and Jordan could see them through her top. He moved his hand under her chin and tilted her face to his, placing his lips to hers. They were warm and sweet. She nibbled his lip slightly and he moved away, his eyes locked onto hers.

A small amount of blood trickled down his chin from his lip; she had nibbled a bit too hard. She watched it trickle slowly, making her hungry. She ground her teeth whilst contemplating if she should kill him now. He felt the blood and wiped it with his sleeve.

“Hungry?” He said jokingly, but Elizabeth did not answer; she just kept grinding her teeth. “You are so beautiful” He said sweetly. She looked up and the hunger was disappearing, it had transformed back into lust. She smiled coyly. “I better get going; my mum is going to be worried.” He looked at her, disappointment filling his face. “Sorry.”

“Right, sure, I’ll see you on Friday” she said surprised. She was slightly offended, he could have had her there and then on the sofa and yet he chooses to leave after one kiss? That had never happened to her before.

“Yeah, see you Friday then Lizzie.” He smiled and walked out the door, leaving Elizabeth on the sofa wanting more.

She stood up, walked over to the window and watched him walk down the small hill, disappearing into the distance. She felt stupid. Elizabeth was not fond of rejection; ‘I do not think anyone is’ she mused to herself. Cecile walked down the stairs.

“Did he bruise your ego?” She said laughing as she walked into the kitchen. Elizabeth did not know she was even in the house, let alone listening. She walked up the
stairs and slumped onto her bed

CHAPTER SEV
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Jordan sat on his bed; all he could think about was her lips and how amazing she is, so funny and cool. He could not get Elizabeth out of his head.

He knew he needed to start concentrating on college, if he could just get through the next five months it would all work out. But he wanted to see her again, every day. It took every bit of his strength not to rip her clothes off and take her on her sofa earlier, he clenched his fist aggravated.

He did not realize what she was until his lip had started bleeding and even though he hated her kind, he could not help but want her so much more than he had ever wanted anyone before.

He thought back to when he was ten and his dad had taken him out fishing. It was a beautiful night; it was warm with a slight breeze. The sky was light red. His dad was smiling, which was a miracle in itself, but a woman disturbed their perfect night. She ran up to them crying hysterically, Jordan took one look at the blood that seeped through her jeans and dropped his fishing rod into the lake in panic. His dad got up and put his arm around the mystery woman and while trying to calm her down he led her off towards the town.
             

He shouted to Jordan to run home. Jordan remembered running into the house, feeling sick and dizzy. He told Chloe nothing was wrong and for her to go upstairs. His mother screamed at him asking where his dad was, all he could splutter out were the words - blood, woman, gone to get help. Jordan had never liked blood and seeing someone covered in it repulsed him.

That night something changed in his dad; he could see it. The woman who his dad had saved was in hospital; Jordan and his dad went every day to see how she was doing. They would bring her chocolates, grapes and magazines and she would smile at them gratefully.

That night he had fallen asleep on a cold plastic chair that was in the corner of the room and woke up a few hours later to his dad and the woman whispering to each other. Jordan kept his eyes closed and listened carefully.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe with me, I promise to keep you safe.” He said holding the woman’s hand.

“Thank you Gerry, but what about your wife and children?” She whispered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort it out. I am more worried about that vampire, but don’t worry I will find and kill it before it comes back.” He said looking into the woman’s eyes.

“She’s coming back for me?” She was terrified and buried her face in her hands, shaking horrendously. His dad stroked the woman’s hair in a comforting manner;

“The problem is, when a vampire drinks a human’s blood and does not drain them completely, they always come back to complete the job. A thirst takes over and they make it their mission, it seems, to finish that person off.” His dad explained as the woman wept. “But do not worry, I will find it and kill it before it has a chance!” His voice filled with anger. Jordan sat there with his eyes closed and resisted shouting at them.

Did he hear right, a vampire? They do not exist, or so he thought.

The thought that his dad was choosing this new woman over himself, Chloe and his mum made something grow inside him, something he hadn’t felt before. He could feel a rage bubble in the pit of his stomach and couldn’t stand it anymore. Jordan got up and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

His dad shouted after him but he never went back. Nor did he tell anyone what he had heard either. He didn’t think anyone would believe him anyway. It was only some years later that he had come face to face with a vampire. He also had learned a great deal about them.

……………………………….

Jordan jumped into bed, knocking his phone onto the
floor. But he did not care; he was so exhausted. He pulled off his top and jeans and threw them next to his bed. He tried to discard the memory of his dad and that woman, but it kept flickering in and out of his thoughts.

He tried hard to stop thinking about that night, those memories a
nd encouraged thoughts of Elizabeth instead, he knew something was not right, she was just too perfect. It was only when he saw the way she ground her teeth at the sight of his blood that he knew, even though he wanted to stay; he had to leave.

He laid there wondering if his sister is ok, where she is now, if she is in trouble. Then a thought came to him, Lizzie. What if she had killed his sister? The realization hit him hard. A burning rage filled his body. But then remembered seeing the tickets to Edinburgh the police had found, brought from Chloe’s card. He relaxed a little, the burning rage that boiled in his stomach calmed.

Even though he hated vampires, and for good reason, he wanted to go back and see Elizabeth. Maybe she was different to other vampires, he thought. He hadn’t given her a chance yet, and she hadn’t tried to kill him.

He decided to go back and see her, just one last time, to give her a chance; after all he did like her a lot. He was just going to have to be careful around her. Jordan looked around his room; clothes were thrown carelessly on his chest of draws, an old pizza box by his T.V, his blue curtains half-open.

He closed his eyes and could feel the room spinning. It was gone one-o-clock in the morning and the house was silent; he thought of Elizabeth and fell into a deep sleep.

…………………………………………

Jordan woke up early and text Elizabeth.
Morning gorgeous, I’ll see you tomorrow Xxx

He put his phone down and got out of bed. He sprayed on some deodorant and pulled on a pair of dark denim jeans, his black top and his blue hoodie. His mother was crying again; he could hear her sobs echo as he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

He looked at his mother’s pale complexion, the dark circles that surrounded her eyes, her greasy, dirty blonde hair tied up in an effortless bun.  She had no makeup on and wore sweatpants and a baggy top. Her nails were chipped and split, her skin looked dry; she had let herself go.

“Mum, do you want a cup of tea?” Jordan asked her softly
.

“Oh Jordan, just make her come home!” She wailed desperately. He walked over and put his hand on her shoulders, looking into her tired eyes.

“You know I would if I could. She was talking about running for a long time, she will come back mum. I promise.” He pulled her into a hug “I promise ok.” 

She buried her face into his hoodie
.

“I know we have had our problems, but I love you both more than anything. You two are my world; I just do not know what I’d do without either of you. I just want her to come home.” She said through muffled sobs.

Jordan held his mother in his arms for around ten minutes as she sobbed into his shoulder. He had not felt this close to her in so long, not with her depression and everything that had gone on.

That’s why he and Chloe were always so close. They always had to stick up for each other no matter what happened. Their dad had not called in weeks.

Jordan felt the rage inside him boil up again and ground his teeth. His dad did not care, as usual. He never did, Jordan thought. He hugged his mum tighter before she finally stopped crying. She let go of him, got up, and put the kettle on.

“Mum stop, I said I will make it.” Jordan said as he stared at her shaking hands.

“It is fine, I’ll make it. Do you want some breakfast?” She perked up a bit

“Yeah sure.” Jordan said slowly.

This is always what happened, one minute she was up, and then she was down. Jordan knew that he would have to keep comforting her, telling her Chloe’s going to be ok, and that she will come back. He believed it himself, but doubt nudged at him sometimes. He was surprised; however, that Chloe had not called him yet. They had always been so close.

His phone vibrated in his pocket; he
pulled it out, and it was Elizabeth.
Morning handsome, that’s fine, I look forward to it! Xxx
. Jordan smiled to himself; he could not wait to see her and hated himself for thinking that, but there was something about her, more than meets the eye. He perked up and decided he did not care if she was a vampire, she didn’t look like she could kill anyone.

He decided that he would confront her about it. Just ask her if she is a vampire straight out. He would have to wait until the right time though. 

“Mum, I’m not feeling too good. Can you ring the college and tell them I’m not coming in?” He looked at her and held his stomach.

“What’s wrong?” She did not look convinced
.

“It’s just a stomach ache; where I’ve been really stress” He held on tighter, her expression softened.

“Of course, go and lie down for a while. I will ring them now.” She picked up the phone and started dialing.

“Thanks mum,”

Jordan grabbed the bacon sandwich she had made off the worktop, and ate it slowly. He had not been eating properly lately, and it felt so good to finally eat a decent meal.

He walked upstairs to his room and got ready; he put in some hair putty and swept his hair back effortlessly. He needed to see her again, to make sure he was not wrong about her. Jordan ran down the stairs.

“I’m going for a walk; I need to clear my head!”

He said loudly. He did not wait for a reply and walked out the door. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and text Elizabeth
. On my way over, missed you! Xx
Jordan headed towards her house, kicking a random football that lay in the middle of the path on the way. He rang Chloe’s phone again, praying for an answer, but got through to her voicemail. He left a final message.

“Chloe, its Jordan, please ring me when you get this. You know I’m not going to say anything to mum, but I’m starting to worry now, all right. Love you sis.”

He hung up the phone and sighed, her phone was still ringing, so she’s bound to be ok. Elizabeth text back
Ok, see you soon xx