By Mariah Stewart, aged 13
I had been hiding an obscure secret from Rachel: I was a vampire. She always knew there were secrets in this world. One I knew about and she didn’t. It was most definitely time to tell her. But how could I? She’d think I was insane. But if Rachel truly loved me, then it had to be done.
“Look Rachel, please don’t run, I’m a vampire.” She ran. I didn’t have time to finish my words. She was flustered, she turned her head over her shoulder; not flustered out of shyness, but of anger. The number of thoughts going through her head was exponentially ludicrous. I tried following her; I lost my way and gave up. I turned to leave.
“Everything you have told me is a complete and utter lie, now tell me the truth and we might just live.” I had found Rachel sitting there. Her face was red like a fire, and her temper was uncontrollable. She stood tall. Marched herself towards me. Banged her delicate fists on my chest, hoping she’d hurt me, of course she wouldn’t. I moved her hands away; I bit her. What was happening to me? I didn’t mean to do this, it just happened. A rush of her blood slivered down my throat, whilst her scream echoed in my ears. My venom injected into her body, and a spark swiftly flew through me. I knew I had to stop biting her, because if I didn’t, she would be drained.
Moments later Rachel’s eyes flashed scarlet; she had changed. She must have been hungry because straight away she was gone, into the night, like a vulture. I couldn’t sense her anywhere, she must be fast, very fast. Patiently, I waited for her to come home, but she never did. I’d lost her forever.