Club of Shadows: Blood Bound Friends

Dear Diary,

Today I did something insane. So insane, in fact. I’m still too afraid to say it out loud. I’m too scared to express it in words. I’ve been holding onto this secret that nobody knows about. When I got bit by this guy at the club last weekend, I thought he was completely delusional for claiming to be a vampire. It wasn’t like I went into the bathroom with a crazy person or anything. But I thought it was a seduction technique when he said that he was a vampire and wanted to bite my neck. That was the only reason I followed him. But when we went into the bathroom, he literally bit my neck. He even made me bleed. Of course, I shoved him away and ran out of there like a bat out of hell. Ha. A bat out of hell. I couldn’t tell anyone because I was in the club with a fake ID. I would have been the one to get in trouble. Plus, my parents would have grounded me. Probably for the rest of my life. Since I used a fake ID to get into the club and then I followed a strange guy into the men’s bathroom.

All week I felt dizzy and nauseous. I figured I had caught something at the club or maybe at school. But now I know that wasn’t the case at all.

Today I did something horrible. I just have to confess, or I’ll never get over it. I don’t even know what to do. This morning when I woke up to get ready, I went to brush my teeth, like I usually do. My extended canine teeth were longer than they had been the day before. I almost lost it. I did not know what to do. I even tried to stay home. This entire situation wouldn’t have happened if my mother would have just let me stay home. But she thought I was faking sick. I mean, I was. But she didn’t know that.

When I got to school, everything seemed to go okay. I tried to stick to myself and stay quiet. I didn’t want any of my friends or teachers to see my teeth. At lunch, I sat by myself under the oak tree. Where all the green grass grows over, but the air remains cooler and fresher. I mean, it’s on the farthest end of the courtyard. How was I supposed to know that Bethanie would sit with me?

Okay, I’ve been building up to this. Trying to get my nerve.

When Bethanie came to sit with me at lunch under that tree, she cut her fingertip on the bark. It wasn’t a large cut or anything. But it still bled. And for whatever reason, my vampire senses went wild and burned through me like a flame I just couldn’t extinguish. When I saw the blood, I just grabbed her finger and started sucking on it! She let at first. Maybe she was in shock. I’m not sure. But when I couldn’t stop sucking, she cried out and tried to pull herself away from me. But it was too late. I tried to make it look like we were playing. Nobody else was watching. I looked around first. I guess that is where my guilt came from. Maybe if I had tried to stop, instead of trying to do it with no one noticing; maybe it wouldn’t have happened.

I held her closer to me and pushed her down in the grass. Then I bit her neck! I was sucking her blood. I couldn’t stop. The taste was so overwhelming. All week I felt like I wasn’t eating enough. Nothing satisfied my hunger. But this did. The only issue is, I kept sucking, and sucking. I couldn’t stop myself. It was the first time I’d done anything like that. I mean, I’ve read vampire books before. They always say the first bite is the hardest because you’ll most likely drain your victim. “Victim”-Oh God. I had a victim. My best friend was my victim.

By the end of it all, I had sucked so much blood out of her she wasn’t moving. So, I tried to think back and remember what they do in the vampire movies. That’s when I used my fingernail to cut my wrist a little. Then I dripped my blood into her mouth. At first, I didn’t think it worked. I just remember thinking that it always worked in the movies.

So, I ran. As fast as I could. I just left school. It wasn’t like I could stick around for the punishment. They would think I killed her on purpose. Maybe as some sort of cult thing. I don’t know.

That’s not even the craziest part. After I got home and was freaking out for about an hour; the doorbell rang. My instinct was to ignore it and hide. I figured it was the police here to arrest me. It had been an entire hour. They had to have discovered her body by then.

But just as I convinced myself to run and hide; the guilt came back. It was so overpowering that I just had to face the heat. I opened the door. But it wasn’t the police at all. It was the shock of my life; I felt it radiate through my body like a lightning strike. It... was...Bethanie!!! She was standing in front of me!

I experienced shock for multiple reasons. Apart from the fact that she was alive. But it had taken me an entire to turn into a vampire. The strangest part of it was that she wasn’t even mad at me. She just came inside like nothing happened.

I explained to her about the guy in the club. We were both wondering why I took longer to turn. When we googled it; and we googled for hours. If someone bites you and only drains a small amount of blood, the information stated. It depends how much on the vampire’s DNA got into you through the salvia. But when I drained Bethanie’s blood, and basically killed her; I did the one thing that the guy from the club didn’t do to me. It was the one thing that made the difference. I made her drink from my blood.

It was all so exhausting. She asked her parents to let her sleep over. She’s already fallen asleep. Tomorrow we are supposed to go to the library and the occult store downtown to see what we can find out about vampires. I guess we will also need to figure out a way to feed without killing anyone. How crazy all of this is!

Anyway, thank you for always listening to me. You’re the best diary a girl could ask for.

That’s it though. That’s my confession.

Signed,

Ashley