THE ORGY CHRONICLES
By Jennifer Likes
Chapter 4
As soon as I walked in the front door of my house, I heard the phone
ringing. Wondering who would be calling me at three o'clock in the morning,
I quickly ran to the phone and answered it.
"Where have you been?! I've been calling you for a week, and never got a
hold of you! I thought you said you weren't staying with your
grandparents."
"Nicole! Sorry.... there was a...robbery in the neighbor hood...and my
grandparents thought it would be better if I stayed with them for a while.
But the robber was caught, so now I'm back." Nicole was my best friend, and
had been for 3 ½ years, so I felt terrible for lying to her, but what was I
supposed to say? Sorry Nicole, I'm now a vampire and I spent the last seven
days with five vampires, killing everything that came into sight? Some how,
I don't think that would have worked.
"A robbery? Oh, sorry, I never heard about that. Do you grandparents not
have phones?"
"Shut up, smart ass, I was a little preoccupied, and I'm
really sorry about it. So what's up?" I tried to act as normally as I
could, hoping she wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
"Nothing, I just called to see where the hell you were. I better go, my
bitch of a mother might catch me. I'll come over tomorrow about 11, cool?"
"Cool. See you then." At least I would see Nicole one last time before I
got too sick from the lack of blood to do anything.
At 11:45 the next morning, Nicole still wasn't at my house, and wasn't
answering her phone. "Very funny." I thought, figuring she was trying to
pay me back for not being around for the last week. But just as I finished
that thought, the phone rang. When I picked up, I heard Nicole's voice on
the other end.
"Jennifer! How could you not tell me about this vampire thing! These guys
are great, and sucking blood, this is so cool!"
"WHAT? Nicole, where the hell are you???" I was praying she wasn't with
them... no, they wouldn't... they wouldn't use her to get to me, that would
be too cruel, even for vampires.
"Where am I? I'm at your...uh, old house, with the guys! This is so
great! And I'm so pissed you kept this from me!" She sounded so happy and
carefree that the rage inside me boiled.
"Nicole, you don't know anything about them, or vampirism! Stay put and
don't let them do ANYTHING to you! I'll be there as soon as I can!" I
slammed down the phone only to pick it back up and call for a cab. After
successfully pissing off two cab companies for telling them that I didn't
have time to wait an hour, so they'd have to get their asses here NOW, I
finally got a hold of a third company that could be at my house in twenty
minutes. "Better than nothing." I thought to myself as I grabbed some cash
and ran out to wait on my porch. It seemed like forever until the cab came,
even though when I checked my watch, it had been exactly twenty minutes,
just like they'd promised. It was another twenty until the cab finally
reached the house I'd promised never to go back to, but at least I was
there. I stuffed some money into the driver's hand, yelling for him to keep
the change, before I bounded up the steps on the porch, and burst through
the front door. The sight that greeted me made every drop of sucked blood
in my veins run cold. Nicole was kneeling over a man on the floor, calmly
drinking from his throat.
No, please, no! This was Jay's idea, it had to be. I'd told him all about
Nicole, so he knew how much our friendship meant to me. He knew that if she
stayed here, I would too. I felt for the knife in my pocket. Jay's back
was to me, he was telling Nicole to stop drinking when the heartbeat slowed
to only a few beats a minute. Locating the knife, I yanked it out of my
pocket and went for Jay's throat with it. Just as the knife was about to
reach him, Bobby grabbed me by the waist, pulled me backwards and wrestled
the knife out of my hand. Hearing the commotion, Jay turned around and saw
me, seething with anger, trying to wriggle out of Bobby's hold.
"Jennifer. We weren't expecting you back so soon." Jay said calmly.
"The hell you weren't!" I continued to try and get out of Bobby's grasp,
but he held me tightly around the waist and wasn't about to let go. "You
KNEW I'd stay if Nicole did, this was all your idea!" I finally pulled
myself away from Bobby, only to have Ryan catch me by the shoulders.
"It's not worth it." He said softly. "Going after Jay won't solve
anything."
"Not worth it!" I exploded. "I'll tell you what's not worth it, my
f*ucking life, that's what! Do you honestly think I care what happens to
me?"
Ryan sincerely looked concerned now, which was odd to me, considering the
things I'd seen him do. "Give it a chance to get better."
I turned to Nicole, who'd stopped drinking to watch the action, blood
dripping from her lips. "Dude, do you know your eyes are red?" She asked
me in disbelief.
"Yeah, that's what happens when vampires get really mad!" I snapped back.
"Do you think my parents won't notice THAT?"
"Actually, I don't think they will..." Paige
said.
"And just why not? When they get back from Italy..."
"They won't be coming back from Italy." Jay interrupted.
I looked at him dumbly. "What do you mean they won't be coming..." Just
then it hit me. "You killed them." I said bluntly.
"We didn't have a choice." Amir interjected. "We had to..."
"Cover your tracks?!" I yelled. "You knew if they were alive I couldn't
stay here! Why does it mean so much to you?" Without waiting for an
answer, I stormed up the stairway and to my new bedroom. I hated them, I
hated this house, I hated this ugly-ass flower bedroom, but most of all I
hated what I was. I turned my rage on the bedroom, smashing everything that
was breakable, shredding the curtains and flower print bedspread, ripping
the floral wallpaper from the walls. I was in the middle of gouging deep
holes into the wooden chest of drawers with my knife, when I caught my
reflection in the mirror that sat on top of it. I hated the reflection. I
dropped my knife and shoved my fist into the mirror, over and over until it
was in a thousand pieces on the blood red carpet of the room. I turned and
looked at my destruction. For being a semi-peaceful person, I was certainly
getting good at being violent. I'd completely destroyed the room. Probably
a bad thing considering that this was going to be my room for the next God
only knew how long. I sighed and looked at the mess I'd made. I didn't
care. Nothing in the room was mine, so what did it matter if I broke
everything? I turned to the door and started down the stairs. If this was
going to be my new home, I might as well get my things from my old one. I
walked out the front door, throwing a cold "I'll be back." over my shoulder.
Everyone was still gathered in the living room, but no one stopped me.
Chances are they'd heard my rampage going on upstairs and thought it wise to
leave me alone. I considered hailing a cab to take me to my house...or
should I say old house, but there was so much anger in me that I thought the
two hour walk would do me good. When I reached my house, I looked around
the empty rooms with a lump in my throat. No one who'd lived there ever
would again. Wiping the tears from my face, I packed up my clothes,
make-up, pictures, and mementoes and called a cab. I had too much stuff to
walk back.
Once the cab had taken me back to my new house, I realized that I'd been
gone for nearly five hours. It was almost six o'clock now, so I thought
maybe everyone was out feeding when I walked into the house, not seeing or
hearing anyone. With my belongings piled high in my hands, I climbed the
stairs to my room, setting them down in the hallway outside the door.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped into my room, knowing I had a lot of
cleaning up to do that night. But to my surprise, the room had been cleaned
up and completely redecorated. There was fresh black paint on the walls,
with the door and window frames painted a metallic silver that matched the
silver stars that covered the new black bedspread on my bed. The red
carpet, the one thing I hadn't destroyed, now coordinated with the ruby red
pillows on my bed, and red, gauzy curtains held back at each side with a
piece of black rope, now hung at the windows. The mirror I'd smashed had
been replaced, and a computer now sat on a desk in the corner. Everything
was perfect.
"Do you like it?" I heard Jay say softly behind me.
When I turned around, he looked guilty as a dog caught on the forbidden
living room sofa. "Yeah," I answered quietly. "I love it. But how did you
get everything done so quickly?"
He smiled. "A lot of help, and a bundle of motivation." He shifted his
weight to his other foot, and started talking again. "Look, I know you
probably think that I don't have a conscience, but I sincerely feel bad
about what happened with your parents and all. We didn't want to do it,
Jennifer, but there was no other way! They couldn't come home and find you
a vampire! They would have never understood..."
"I know." I interrupted. "I know it doesn't seem like it, and I don't
like what happened, but I do understand why it did. I can't live here
hating you all, so let's just drop it."
Jay looked at me in disbelief. "Really? You don't hate me anymore?"
The way Jay looked at me with his big brown eyes, and puppy dog expression,
I instantly forgave him in spite of myself. "No, I don't hate you." I said,
trying to conceal my smile. The pain in my heart was finally gone. Making
peace with Jay, put me at peace with myself. At least for a little while.
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