She wanted to satisfy her hunger as quickly as possible with the sight of a dead body. She felt like a blood-thirsty vampire, or a drug addict on a binge. The night was cold, but for her, it was the only pleasant thing. She stood by the window of Britney's room—her former "friend." Suddenly, she found herself in the room. She smiled to herself and looked at the girl quickly typing something on the computer.
"What are you typing?" Britney turned around, terrified. She quickly calmed down when she saw it was Nadine, and she was laughing at the sight; after all, her "friend" hadn't even realized what she was about to do.
"Oh, it's you, I haven't seen you in ages. Some kind of party..." Blood gushed from the lips that had interrupted the sentence, while laughter echoed from the lips of the person who had caused it. It was ecstasy, a fix for a drug addict, a young victim for a vampire, it was everything that was pleasant, yet doubts returned, memories of her mother and father. She also remembered Darius's words... Could he be right?
"That's nonsense," she contradicted herself and disappeared, hearing the clicking of heels.
Doubt returned;
In her heart, at the bottom;
She placed a scarf sewn with the threads of despair;
I thought it had vanished;
When she slept, I wrapped myself in the wind of oblivion and closed my eyes;
Now I opened them again;
Although I prefer not to watch her cry...
***
Again in her old house, again by the expensive mirror, she spun around, examining the slightly darker dress and the buds growing in her hair. Her complexion even paler, her eyes even bluer, sadder... She looked beautiful, and yet it wasn't enough to make her happy. She pressed her lips together and headed towards her old room. She had already killed two of her five friends, but that wasn't what pained her. The thought of being used again seared her far more. Just like before, just like always. She pushed open the wooden door and looked at the raspberry walls of the room. Several adorable teddy bears sat on the large bed. She grabbed one and tore it apart, scattering cotton wool everywhere.
"How long are you going to lie about wanting this?" she heard a familiar voice, then felt a familiar hand on her shoulder. She quickly stood face to face with Darius. The glint in his eye betrayed that this time he wanted to get his way, that he was certain of his own, unlike her, because she watched him like a deer, then retreated to the far corner of the room.
"If you've come to convert me again, you have no business here," she said, her voice dispassionate and hostile towards him, and he looked at her, silently screaming that she was the most wonderful creature in the world. He loved her, and only now did he understand it. He wanted the best for her, and she kept pushing him away. She simply didn't love, didn't want to love, didn't know that feeling, not anymore. Or maybe not at all... Only once, as a human, had she loved one, wonderful, close... Tomek—that name sent cold shivers down her spine. He had fallen in love, hurt her, left her, thrashing her like no one had ever done in her short life. For a long time, she forgot, stumbling over obstacles thrown in her way, but for the most part, she had freed herself from him. Why only for the most part? He was her first and only love, someone important, even if deceitful and idiotic. She had handed him her heart on a silver platter, and he had taken it, then trampled it drastically. That was the first time she realized that when trouble arose, she was completely alone.
Darius grabbed her hand, and she quickly snatched it away.
"Nadine, it's for your own good.
" "I never knew him, and now I'll be fine!" she shouted in his face, then slammed the door shut. She didn't know what she was trying to achieve by this, but she ran down the marble stairs and sat cross-legged on the sofa. Hope grew in her heart, hope that Darius would soon appear on the stairs and take her somewhere far away, where she could do only what she wanted. Where she would be as free as a bird or a wildflower. She squeezed her eyes shut, motivating herself to remain calm.
"You won't fool me. Nadine, I want what's best for you, don't you understand?
" "You know what?! You want what's best for yourself, not for me. Don't interfere in my life, because I absolutely don't want that! I don't need anyone like you. I've been given a special assignment because I am special, and you? You're nothing, nobody." I don't need your care, I don't need anything from you! I hate you! I hate your meddling in other people's affairs. Why can't you mind your own business?! Get out and never come back. I don't want you here! He stood there, stunned. He smiled sadly and whispered,
"You'll regret this." She didn't hear it, just as she didn't hear the rapid beating of her broken heart.
With a wave of a cold hand;
I'll simply point to the door; With the
beating of an icy heart; I'll
simply point to the end of days;
I'll be a monster;
You've placed your heart on your hand;
Custom dictates that you take what they give you...
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