Bid My BLooD To Run: Chapter 9

I stared at Devin’s eyes, I felt tears form. I felt no sadness, though. I felt the burning in my hand then. My body jolted up in shock of how horrible the pain was. My eyes widened and Devin ripped his lips from my wrist and then was holding me in his arms. Only then did I notice how strong he was.
“D-Devin?” I chocked out, the pain was gone but I was so weak all of the sudden, as if he’d sucked the energy out of me as well as my blood. Numbness replaced the burning agony and I felt nothing for a second, then I felt cold, really cold.
“Its okay, Angelea.” He reassured me, stroking my hair. “I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t mean to, really.” I didn’t believe a word that came out of that liar’s mouth. I felt sudden strength flow through me, it was anger. I suddenly wanted to punch him; I wanted to ring his neck.
“Put me down you stupid liar! I don’t need your help to stand!” I shouted, rage burning deep within me.
“Fine.” he said angrily and dropped me to the ground.

The shock of hitting the hard ground woke me from the dream with a sudden gasp of air. I was on the floor; I had fallen out of my bed. I quickly searched my wrist. No cut. No blood. No tooth marks. Clean, perfectly clean except for some drool. I sighed, relived it was just another dream. Strange as it seemed, that one was so much more…real than the last one.
Nani wandered absently into my room. I looked up at her. She looked down at me. We stayed that way staring at each other for a minute or so.
“This isn’t my room is it?” she asked me.
“Nope.” I answered calmly. Nani turned on one foot and walked out of my room. I heard the door slam behind her. Then I heard a sharp WHACK as Nani hit her bed. She could be so absent minded at…I realized I had no idea what time it was. I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was five-thirty a.m. So Nani was absent minded at five in the morning. I waited for it, the ‘Ow’ I would hear from Nani as soon as it registered in her brain that she was hurt. She’d even had that dazed look in her eye before.
But instead I heard her scream, a loud ear piercing shriek.
I jumped up and ran out of my room and thrust open Nani’s door, almost breaking it off the hinges. Nani stood lying on her back in her bed. She was being held down by a figure. He was chocking her, the hands tight around her neck. It took me a minute to figure out who it was, and then I shouted angrily,
“DEVIN! GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY SISTER!!”
The figure looked up at me. Light from the window on the side wall shown through at that moment. Revealing Devin’s shocked face. He looked down at the person he was chocking.
“You mean this isn’t you?” he asked looking at me in surprise.
“Obviously since I’m right here.” I said coldly. He released his grip at once.
“She’s unconscious, sorry.” He mumbled “for a second I was so mad I actually thought she was you.”
So he was blinded by fury too. I thought, thinking of how I’d felt during the dream.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, he was looking at Nani but the statement was clearly for me. “I didn’t mean to.” He began twisting Nani’s hair in his fingers. “You told me how I bit you in a dream before tonight. That was just a dream, but the dream you just woke up from… I infiltrated your dreams and hoped that you’d think you were reliving the old one. I should’ve known you’d figure out how much more realistic this one was.”
“Yeah,” I lied “I noticed.” I had noticed it was more real, but I hadn’t thought that it was actually real. Then in a flash Devin was gone, but though I could not see him I heard a whisper in my ear as I felt him rush past me and out the house.
“But that doesn’t stop me from fulfilling what I’m meant to do.”
That sent a chill down my spine. It was true, no matter how many times he’d save me, no matter how much I…
I stopped there, not willing to think ‘no matter how much I love him.’ That wouldn’t register in my mind. I don’t love him. I felt tears touch my gentle cheeks. I can’t love him.

No matter what, he was still going to kill me.

Nani awoke and regained consciousness at about eight o’clock in the morning. She didn’t remember a thing that’d happened. Good thing she’s so absent minded at five in the morning I guess. Saved my butt from her bombarding questions that would’ve come if she’d remembered anything. She walked upstairs to the kitchen and sniffed the air.
“You made breakfast?” she asked in surprise. I nodded when I saw her. She had no marks on her neck, thankfully. I sighed with relief. She smiled, “Did you make anything for me?” I laughed at that and handed her a plate full of scrambled eggs, –milk mixed into them while I had made them –bacon strips, and two sausage links. She sat down.
“I hope you had sweet dreams.” I said, looking deeply into her eyes. I’d never really thought about Nani dying. But seeing what I saw earlier, I knew that she could die. And I noticed that I couldn’t imagine a world without my bog sister. It seemed hopeless and dark to think about.
“I did, I dreamed of Brian all night.” She said. I lost her when she started daydreaming about Brain. I knew she was cuz she had a dreamy look in her eyes and was pouring syrup onto her hand instead of the plate. I gently reached over and took the syrup bottle away.
“Huh?” she asked, my movement shaking her back to reality. She seemed to notice a sticky feeling on her hand and looked at it. “Oh crap!” she shouted “I syruped my hand!”
“I bet it’ll taste better than my food.” I said. We laughed and I thought about living without her laugh. That would be very painful, to wake up each day by myself and never hear her laugh again.
Not to self: record her laughing one day.
“Well, I hate to admit it but today’s Tuesday.” Nani sighed “we were lucky that we got a three day weekend. But now school begins, get ready. We’re going to be late.”
“Nani,” I began “school starts at Eight-thirty, I’m all ready but you just woke up. Don’t be telling me to get ready.”
“Right.” She got up and went downstairs, probably to get dressed. I got up from the table and went to the closet in the hallway. I opened it and got my backpack.
“Nani! I’ll see you at school! I’m not missing the bus. You can drive yourself to school.” I called from the hallway, knowing she could hear me anyway.
“Whatever!” she called back up, and then she added, “Be careful, okay!” I nodded, and then felt stupid since I knew she couldn’t see the nod. I went out the door and walked calmly to the bus stop. Thank goodness there were no Devin interruptions. I wondered if he really did feel sorry, or was it one of his deceiving lies.
The bus arrived and I went on, not paying attention to anything. I sat in an empty seat and pulled out my green doodling notebook from my backpack. There was one more stop before school. When the bus stopped, my pencil made a dark mark across the face I was drawing.
Looks nice. I thought kind of looks like a scar. I felt a sudden weight and vibration underneath me. I looked up. There was a girl sitting next to me.
“Kylea?” I asked. She looked over at me, an annoying grin on her face. I was not in the mood to see happiness.
“Hey Angelea.” She said in a happy tone. Her face seemed to brighten.
“What’s got you all hyped up? You normally never smile and keep to yourself.” I said accusation in my voice. She blushed. Kylea had long flowing golden blond hair to her waist that waved at parts. She had peachy skin and these honey sweet golden eyes with pink missed into them. They reminded me of strawberries with honey.
“Nothing, just that I saw the cutest boy ever!” she squealed.
“And?” I pressed.
“That’s it. I didn’t talk to him, he keeps to himself.”
“Perfect for you.” I teased.
“Yeah, except he was looking for you.” She said. I began to panic, it couldn’t be!
“What is his name?” I asked urgently.
“I don’t know his real name. I saw him with the principal when I was at school earlier for a student council meeting. Some new student. He goes by D.D.” she was talking fast.
“How does he look?” I asked, D.D. could easily stand for Devin and his last name that had to start with a D.
“He has blond hair, dirty blond hair I should say–”
“It’s okay, it’s not important anymore.” I said, this wasn’t the same guy. Thank goodness.

I walked out of my last class with a sigh, why did math have to be so hard? I saw a big group of girls crowding the hallway. Wonder what’s up? I thought curiously. I walked over. Then a guy walked out of the group of girls, I could tell he didn’t see me because the girls were blocking his view of what was in front of him. And since I didn’t know he was going to pop out of the blob of girls, I didn’t move. So we ran into each other. Collided. Painfully. We feel to the floor, I noticed I was on top of him, how did that happen? Wasn’t he in front of me?
“You’re elbow is in my ribs.” He muttered painfully.
“Oh! I’m so sorry.” I said and quickly got up in a sitting position. I blushed, that had been really embarrassing. I made sure that my checkered skirt had stayed down the whole time.
“It’s okay.” He said nicely with a smile as he sat up too. I just noticed the stares we were getting. All the girls that had made the big blob were staring intently at us. Some were mad stares, others were full of surprise. Only then did I realize that he must’ve been the cause of the girl crowding. I took another look at him. I saw why.
He had dirty blond hair that reached to the end of his ears, and then stuck out on the sides. He had crème colored skin and amazingly beautiful blue eyes. I felt my mouth drop and I quickly closed it.
“H-hi.” I said, holding out my hand “I’m Angelea.” The boy paused with surprise; he then looked at me with a shocked expression.
“You’re Angelea?” he asked, staring at me. “I’ve been looking for you all day!”
“I’ve only heard of one boy in school looking for me.” I said “you must be D.D.”
“Yeah” he breathed “you’re more beautiful than I imagined.” I felt like I was going to blush again, but I didn’t blush that easily.
“Thank you.” I said nervously, getting to my feet the same time that he did.
“Well,” he started, not meeting my eyes. “Um…I’ve heard a lot bout you from my older brother, Brain. So I was wondering if you’d, well, um…”
“Spit it out boy.” I said, harsh but I was not a patient girl.
“Nothing special. I was just wondering if you’d want to, you know, go see a movie or something. Well, with me that is.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head nervously, still not looking me in the eyes. I suddenly felt my heart pound harshly. What was this feeling? I suddenly thought of my Devin and thought to recline his offer. But then the memory of Devin made me outraged and I couldn’t refuse.
“Yes,” I said, trying very hard not to sound angry in any way “I’d love that. Thank you.” And every girl gasped.