What Shall It Be? by K.B. Torres (interesting novels to read .txt) 📖

Roses Are Red, Violets Are Blue, I Have A Gun, Get In The Van

Zachary

I stood, staring at the list of final opponents, ignoring the crowd of disappointed players after the final bell rang.

Finalists: Aliette Faux VS. Zachary Hunt

The linolium floor clicked as a girl of 18 came walking down the hallway. Her pale blonde hair was down, not quite straight, falling at her breasts in a slight frizzy mess. Her pale blue eyes bore heavy makeup. Her lips were stained a bright eyecatching red, the color of blood, also kind of big and puffy. Her face wasn't perfect, nor was it hideous. Her chin was pointed, with a cleft. Her cheekbones a little to high, her eyes a cat shape, thin and mysterious. Her eyebrows were a little too high, and slightly darker than her hair. Her nose was pointed upward, her face slightly round. She was pale for a human, and pale compared to a vampire, like me. She had on an outfit that could make any guy perv over. Her black skinny jeans clung close to her body, showing off the shape of her butt and legs. She wore a red corset, under it, a longsleeved lace shirt. Her candy-red stiletto boots clicked hard against the floor, causing me to flinch with every step. She pushed past the crowd to look at the sign.
She grinned.
"Wonderful, I made it to the final round." She said, before snorting. "Ha, and they said I couldn't do it."
SHE was Aliette?
"You're Aliette?" I asked.
"Who's asking?" She snapped.
"The other finalist." I answered simply, pulling up a chair to a table. I grabbed a chess set putting it on the table. "Care to play me?"
"YOU'RE Zachary? You don't look like the chess type." She said, circling me. "But, okay. I do like making holier-than-thou boys look pathetic."
Okay, so, she was right. I'm, as I like to think, too hot to be interrested in chess. I'm tall, olive skinned, and dark haired. I am the DEFINITION of tall, dark, and handsome. My eyes are a perfect almond shaped, a green olive color. My skin used to be pale, until...Until my life changed. My face was perfect. I was MADE to be perfect, my voice, my face, my body, even my smell. I cannot put off any girl, if I just act mannerly. She sat down, setting up the white chess pieces in order. For several moves, we did not talk, focusing on the game. She had taken down my king once when I started to talk.
"Indeed, I do not look like the chess type. Doesn't mean I can't play it. You don't LOOK like the chess type either. Such a shame I have to make you lose in front of hundreds of people as well as this group right now. But, I would like the cash prize." I smirked.
"Who said you're gonna beat me?" Aliette snapped.
"I said so myself, so it's official." I grinned, turning on my 1000 watt pretty-boy smile. No girl could resist. It didn't work on Aliette.
"You think you're all that? Ha, can't wait to see you humiliate yourself in front of the crowd. And by the way, stop trying to seduce me so I'll forfeit. Ain't gonna happen." She smirked.
She peered down at the board, before grinning. "Checkmate. I win. See, told you ya ain't gonna beat me."
With that, she got up, grinned in victory, before walking off. The whole time, I watched her leave, stunned. Why isn't my charm working? It has NEVER failed me in the past. Did it just naturally repel her? I shook my head. I waited another minute before following her, keeping distance between us.
"Um...Are you Zachary Hunt?" A squeaky voice asked as I walked down the hall.
I stopped, turning to see a petite girl. Almost all humans look the same, with the exception of the pretty ones, like Aliette.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Um...Will you...Um...Go to the school prom with me?" She squeaked, looking scared and nervous. I thought this over for a few seconds. Prom. Ugh. I didn't even know this girl's name, yet she was asking me out to the prom. Prom was in a few weeks, yet I hadn't gotten a date. I just declined them all. This declination went with hesitation. I didn't want to say yes, but I didn't want to say no. Why couldn't I say yes?
It's because now you want Aliette, and only Aliette.

I thought.
"I'm sorry but no. I have more important things to do than prom." I said, before walking away. It stung to hurt a sweet mundie girl, but it was necessary. I needed to talk to Aliette. Now. I went from a walk to a jog, trying to track Aliette. Then I heard it. Aliette's scream. She was walking outside, trying to leave, the scream too distant to be inside. I could not see her, but I definently heard her. Where exactly was she? I ran outside, pushing passed other kids, panic raising in the place of my unbeating heart. Found her. She was in the alleyway, circled by guys. Again, all humans looked the same to me. This was a downfall. If they're not beautiful enough, I can't remember.
"Give me the bag." One growled.
"No! Get away!" She cried.
One of them, in a quick flash, attacked her, bruising and breaking her. When she collapsed, The guy took her back, before picking her up and walking off. I followed him, as he shoved her in the back of a black van. The others piled in, and soon the car was revving up. The van sped off, leaving campus. I don't remember running after the van, or it parking, but the next thing I knew, it was only the leader of the gang and Aliette in the van. The rest of them remained outside, smirking. There were 7 outside, gaurding the door. One of them noticed me, telling the others. They began to surround me.
I went feral, as I bared my fangs. I charged two of the many guys. I choked the first guy, as he struggled, kicking and punching. It was no good. He collapsed, passed out. The next guy swung at me; I grabbed his arm, snapping the bones, before shoving him against the wall. I ignored his howling of pain, going to a third guy. I shoved him against the wall, shoving so hard, I heard his spine snap. He crumpled, howling as loud as the other guy. The fourth attempted kicking me in the groin at the same time as punching me. Bad desision. I grabbed his leg, snapping the bone at the kneecap. He crumpled. The fifth charged me, placing me in a choke hold. I broke free of him, pulling his arm behind his back. I easily pulled it out of the socket, before breaking his hand. He dropped down, screaming. The six and seventh ran off, actually thinking. I threw the door open. I became infuriated. The guy who mugged Aliette had managed to get both himself and Aliette naked, and he was on top of her, raping her on the floor of the van. Vile, idiotic human, he's raping her while she's unconscious. I threw him off of her, hissing. He threw on a shirt and underwear before grinning. His teeth were human, yet stained with blood. HER blood.
"You are one vile, putrid, idiotic, DEAD human." I hissed.
The rapist charged for me. I simply grabbed him, and broke his neck, letting him drop to the floor, dead.
What do I do? She was broken, bleeding, and raped within a few minutes. Her lip was swollen, turning purple from the cold van. Her thighs were bruised from the rapist, and bleeding. Her neck, also bleeding. Her face was bruised, her nose broken. What do I do? I can't close the blood wounds on her thighs, that would be too sexual for my mouth to go there. If I called a ambulance, she would bleed out before it could arrive. If I ran her to a hospital, not only will it give me away, but she'd die. I couldn't leave her, she'd die then. There was only one more option: Change her. I bent down, on top of her still naked body. I bit her neck, forcing changing venom into her blood. Hopefully there was enough blood for her to change. I licked the bite from the rapist closed, tearing my shirt off to stop the blood from leaking out of her thighs. I flushed. I had BOTH of my hands between her NAKED thighs. I couldn't stop the blood from leaking. There was only one thing I could do to keep her alive: Give up some of my blood to change her. I bit forcefully on my wrist, allowing blood to rush into my mouth. I bit down on Aliette, forcing the blood into her veins. I licked the wounds closed.
"Hopefully this worked." I said aloud.

Paint The Roses Red, My Dear...

Aliette

For a long time, there was nothing. Nothing but darkness.
Am I dead?

But then I felt it, and the dead are not to feel. Pain, excruciating pain, heat, dehydration, claustrophobia, all at the same time. I felt weak, not even trying to fight.
This was it, I am dying now.

I shrieked, as the darkness ate me alive.

I awoke in a dim room, laying naked, under the blankets of a bed. I gasped, my eyes flying open. Naked. In a bed. Tired. Sore Crotch. Not a good thing. It was then I realized, I was not alone. The light flicked on. In a chair, right next to the bed, was Zachary Hunt, shirtless. ZACHARY?!
"Zachary?!" I cried, not even hearing my voice.
"Thank god, you're awake." He sighed, sounding relieved.
"What happened? Th-there were several guys, one attacked me..." I trailed off, suddenly unable to breathe.
I choked, coughing up dry air.
"Oh, you must be thirsty. Why didn't I find an animal for you..." Zachary said.
"WH-what...What did you...Do to me?" I choked out, barely able to breathe, the pain in my throat burning.
"You need to feed. Here." Zachary said, slicing his neck with his finger. A bead of red formed, copying the cut. I felt my mouth water.
The next thing I knew, Zachary was under me, as I drank the blood from his neck; my breasts rubbing against his bare chest. My legs straddling him.
He moaned as my tongue snaked out, licking his neck.
I continued feeding, but soon pulled back, satisfied, feeling slightly drunk; it soon wore off.
"Wh-what did you do to me?!" I cried.
"You know, what you just did to me is considered sexual contact. Do you want to continue?" Zachary smirked.
I slapped him. Hard.
"Don't you molest me! Tell me, what did you do to me? Why do I crave blood, like