Vamp Huntress Hunted, Mariana Mendoza [best free ebook reader for pc .TXT] 📗
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- Author: Mariana Mendoza
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It was a Saturday morning and I groaned when I woke up. Like all Saturdays, it was family day. Family day was when the whole family just stayed home and hung around each other. Lucky for me, I didn’t have to since my family completely hates me. I was sad about it at first but then, a girl gets used to it.
I got up and went to take a cold shower. It was a quick shower since I always took a shower at night as well. After, I went to her closet.
It was full of old, cut up clothes. I wasn’t poor yet I had closet full of hand-me-downs and cheep rip clothes. It was because her rich, snobby family hated her. They never gave her allowance and since I was sixteen I had to work to pay all my things. It was a miracle my family actually didn’t make me pay rent or electrical or water bills.
I chose a pair of blue faded out jeans, a black muscle shirt, and my old black and white All Stars Converse. I then went to the mirror and began to put on thin, black eyeliner, black mascara, and a bit of light pink lip gloss. I brushed my hair quickly. It wasn’t hard to brush since it was straight already. But is was thick so brushing my hair was just a tad bit hard.
Once I was finished, I went to her door to look herself in her body length mirror. She sighed sadly when she saw herself.
I was a tallish girl and completely opposite of my, which I liked to call the family’s looks. I was five foot nine thin girl, while the family were shorter and normal looking. My hair was oddly white, something I always wondered about and the family’s hair was blonde. My eyes were the lightest shade of grey, almost to the point of being white, while the family’s eyes were blue. I had a normal nose, not too small nor too big and had perfectly full lips that were the lightest shade of pink I had ever seen. My skin was pale white, as white as a corpse’s skin. I had an average looking chest, not too big, like my mom and sister’s, but not too small. It was enough to make me look slightly attractive. My butt was also average and my legs were long and good looking. They weren’t too thin nor too fat. In the end, I looked, well, average.
I grabbed her black skateboard, walked out the door, and went downstairs. As I was walking through the living room, heading for the door, I caught a glimpse of my family in the kitchen.
My ‘oh so big’ lawyer father, who I called Larry, was kissing my prissy model looking mother, who I called Daray. My super genius nerdy sister, Chalondra, was eating her eggs while studying something boring and my jerk jock of a brother, Andy, was playing with his bacon.
I hated them so much, my family. They were all assholes and bags of douche. I was very glad I wasn’t part of the family. I was about to head out when I heard the father’s voice yelling from the kitchen.
“ Kira, come here, we have to talk to you.” He said.
I groaned inwardly. As I was walking to the kitchen, I was praying slowly to myself, please don’t let me catch the bitch disease, please don’t let me fill up with shit. I don’t want to be a bag of douche. Please, don’t let me catch the bitch disease.
Just as I walked into the kitchen, the father and mother were sitting down.
“ Yeah?” I asked, dully.
The father glared at me. “ Don’t use that tone with me, Kira.”
I rolled my eyes. Only a douchey father would think I was using a tone. But if he considered my ‘you are a bunch of assholes’ tone a tone, then yeah, I guess I was using a tone.
“ What do you want, Larry?” I said, already tired of seeing him. I thought my eyes were going to pop out of their eye sockets, screaming ‘you horrible person, making us look at that fat man’s face’. I felt bad for my eyes.
“ You’re eighteen right?” he asked.
I was technically seventeen, I thought. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up and saw that my calendar was reminding me something. I opened it and read under November Twentieth: Happy birthday!
Oh yeah, I guess I was eighteen. How I could forget my own birthday? I didn’t know. It must be because I have already overexposed myself to all the shitiness that the family had.
“ Yeah, I’m eighteen.” I told him.
“ Good, so when are you moving out?” he asked.
I stood there quiet for a moment. This is how I looked:
- On the outside: calm and mildly surprised.
-In my head: What! Are they throwing me out?! You have got to be kidding me! Oh my god, I thought I wouldn’t live to see the day but I have. I actually lived to see that the ‘rents have finally exploded. They were like volcanos that were blowing out all the doucheyness they had inside.
And after all the surprise, anger filled me to the bone. I couldn’t help it. I slightly glared at them all, making them all squirm, uncomfortable.
“ As soon as possible.” I said in a low voice.
“ Good, but if you stay here for another month, you’ll have to pay rent.” The mother said.
Oh yeah, great job mother, take all my money with you as well, it's not like I’m going to need it to buy a freaking house.
“ Fine, whatever.” I muttered and left as soon as I could.
I spent the rest of the day skateboarding at the Skateboard park. I lived in rich town, called Height Village, Pensilvania, which I liked to call Penny. It wasn’t as quiet as most people thought since New York was its next door neighbor. By eight at night, it was completely dark, the street lamps were the only things that lighted up dark, besides the moon.
I was about to head home when my friend, Ami, called me.
“ Yeah?” I said over the phone.
“ Oh my god, Happy birthday, Kari! You’re finally eighteen!” she squealed. My best friend loved squealing, screeching, yelling, hollering, and yelling that it was so funny. She was also nineteen. All of last year, she whined about why my birthday couldn’t come any sooner.
“ Yeah.” I said bluntly. I wasn’t very screamish today. My birthday was ending just like I thought it would, like crap stuck under my shoe.
“ You have to come to Fangs, Kari. You’re eighteen, you’re old enough. Oh my god, my little girl is growing up,” she said.
I laughed at that. I met Ami when I was in high school. We met when I ditched class one day. I found her under the stairs with her friends. I was passing by when she noticed me.
“ Hey,” she yelled at me.
I stopped and turned to her. I had mild interest in her and her friends but she seamed interesting enough that I stuck around to hear what she wanted to say.
“ Yeah?” I said dully.
“ Hang out with us,” was all she said before she went back to talking to a goth guy I later came to know as Keir.
I was shocked for a moment. I was a loner back then and kind of liked it that way. Eventually I shrugged and hung out with them. After that, we became inseparable. Ami thought of me as a little sister since I was new to many of her gothic culture.
Anyway, as I was saying, Ami was completely crazy excited that I was eighteen. I didn’t feel much of her happiness but I knew that when I saw her, she would infect me with her gothic love.
“ I’ll be there in ten.” I said.
And true to my word, I was at Fangs in ten minutes. Fangs was the hottest club in Penny. Only the cool people went there and the bouncers only let the cool people in, as I always noticed.
I looked up to see the famous club in all its glory. Fangs was three stories high and about half the size of Wall-mart. There was blue lights in the roof corners of the building and in big white and red lights was the words that said Fangs. The parking lot was full and the bouncers were all in black and looking really mean. There was a huge line too.
I groaned inwardly when I saw the line. It would take all night to get in. I had a decent amount of patience but by the look of the line, I would die before I got in.
I was about to call Ami that I wouldn’t make it when she suddenly came out from behind a bouncer with a bald head.
“ Kira!” she screamed my way, waving her hands like crazy as well.
Ami had short black hair and big eyes and a smallish nose. She was wearing black lipstick and think black eyeliner and mascara and black eye shadow. Her skin was fair and creamy smooth, like mine. Ami was wearing her usual black skirt, a black corset that made her small chest look bigger, and black combat boots. She looked the total opposite of me, which was how and why we were best friends.
A whole bunch of people stared at me and her when she screamed. I was so used to the stares that I hardly noticed. Ami turned to the bouncer just as I came behind her.
“ She’s my friend, Eddy, she’s eighteen today so don’t worry.” She said.
The bouncer Eddy nodded and smiled at me. For a bouncer who looked scary as hell and had had a bald head, Eddy had one heck of a nice smile. I nodded back.
“ Go ahead and go in, Ami.” he told her.
I was about to pay Eddy when he held out his hand and shook his head.
“ On the house, kid. Happy birthday, by the way.” He smiled at me.
“ Thanks.” I said and went in, following Ami.
The club was as loud as hell. It was so loud I thought my ears would burst, making me deaf. Daft Punk was playing and everyone was dancing. It was also warm inside. Fangs looked really cool from the inside.
There was bars on both the right and left side and booths were all over the sides, filling up the corners. There were women and men dancing in cages and the DJ was in the middle, standing on a large platform. The platform turned was turning in circles. And around the platform was almost everyone dancing around, moving to beat. It looked wicked awesome. I looked up to see others dancing upstairs. More booths were on the second floor. And all I could see from the third floor was far away people looking down at the dance floor from the window. I guessed they were private parties.
Suddenly, Ami pulled my hands and walked me to a booth where the rest of my friends were. There was a total of five in our
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