Not that I meant to just when I get really hungry and really angry, especially because of thinking of Tristan still haunts me I just lose control. I’ve only killed 5 people in the last 12 years which I think is pretty good for a vampire even if those girls deaths could have been prevented.
So as Natalie & her clique of Marissa and Elle walked away giggling some more. I tried to control myself but secretly I was plotting their deaths. I imagined how I’d do it, making Natalie watch while the others went first seeing what as to come of her.
I shook my head. No! I think at my self. I’m just a freshman and things can get better. I went to all my classes but didn’t pay any attention. I’d already taken them 27 times before. I walk out of History, my last period class & see Lola & Mary waiting for me. My vamps well at least Lola is but Mary isn’t. She just discovered Lola and they’ve been bffs since. As we walk out of the school I run into a dirty blonde, tall, muscular boy. I look at him. I gasp, it’s Tristan.