"This isn't funny," said Chrissy. Her wide intense eyes glaring at Nessa.
"You promised you would turn me, Chrissy. You can't back out now. You said you cared about me," said Nessa. She pointed her finger at Chrissy. Her long back ponytail waved in the wind.
"I never said that, Nessa. In fact, I distinctly remember telling you we don't care about anyone."
"But you care about me," Nessa responded. A wide smile on her face.
Nessa was beginning to annoy Chrissy. Chrissy could feel her anger and frustration bubbling.
"We don't care, Nessa. We can't."
"Prove it," said Nessa.
With the flick of her wrist Chrissy grabbed Nessa's right index finger and snapped it.
Nessa let out a piercing scream and stumbled backwards into the row of yellow lockers outside the school.
Chrissy crouched down in front of her. "You see, Nessa. I don't care. I can't.
"You promised, you promised!" Nessa screamed. Streams of tears rolling down her cheeks as she held her broken finger tight.
Chrissy stared at Nessa. She did promise. But not keeping her word wasn't a huge issue for Chrissy.
The whining was starting to get to Chrissy and she thought about snapping Nessa's neck to make it stop. But the clean up would have been even more annoying.
Chrissy sighed and pulled Nessa up on her feet by her neck. She swung Nessa around so her back was to her front then she craned Nessa's head to the right and bit into her neck.
Nessa tasted sweet, pure, refreshing. Chrissy couldn't help but hold her tighter. Her eyes glazed over in pleasure as waves of Nessa's blood ran over her teeth and flowed over her tongue then swam down her throat.
Chrissy removed her head from the crane of Chrissy's neck and stared at the sun for in a daze. Nessa's young clean blood made her feel good. She looked back down at Nessa's neck and watched as the blood poured out of the fresh wounds and down her shirt to the floor.
Nessa's eyes began to flutter. A result of the massive blood loss. Her body began to convulse.
Chrissy held Nessa tighter. She placed her mouth back over the gushing wound and mopped over the rushing blood with her tongue. With every pulse the blood sprayed into Chrissy's mouth. Nessa shook harder.
End of Chapter One