Bloody Romance by Deitra Wedd (love letters to the dead TXT) 📕

for two miles. After swimming the first two miles I turn around and swim the two miles back the way I came. I run the two miles back home, and drink a jar of blood. After all that, it’s only been ten minutes since I spoke with Monique.
chapter 3

Monica:
I answer my cell phone.
“Hey, Monica?” A familiar voice says.
“Yes, this is Monica.” I answer.
“This is Daniel, I didn’t know if you changed your number or not… I guess not since you answered when I called this old number.”
“Oh, hi Daniel.” I can’t help but smile.
“Do you want to go to a party with me, tonight, at seven? You can bring your friends, your sister, your sister’s friends, and their boyfriends.” Daniel lists off the usual people I bring with me to parties.
“You know me so well.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“I’ll see what I can do, if we can make it.” I recite my lines.
“I’ll pick you up at seven o’clock sharp.”
“Don’t be early.”
“Oh I won’t, I’ll be fashionably late.”
“I’ll be ready.” I giggle.
“Goodbye.” Daniel says chuckling too.
“For now.” I say flirtatiously.
We hang up. As soon as I get off the phone with Daniel my cell phone rings again.
Dylan:
“Hi Monica, this is Dylan.” I say into my cell phone.
“Hi Dylan, thanks again for yesterday.”
Some people sound different on the phone, but Monica sounds exactly the same.
“It wasn’t a big deal.”
“I just hate blood.” Monica sounds disgusted by just the mention of it.
“Do you want to go on a double date with me? Monique is bringing some guy named Andre.” I say surprised at the jealous tone sneaking into my voice.
“Yes, and we are meeting Andre at the restaurant at six tonight.” Monica doesn’t even hesitate with her answer.
“Also, I got us invited to a party afterwards, so wear party clothes.” Monica adds.
“Ok. I can pick you and Monique up.” I offer.
This time Monica hesitates before she answers, “Ok, see ya at six.”
“At six.” I agree.
We hang up.
***
I park at Monica’s house. Then I get out of my truck and ring the doorbell. To my revelation, a maid lets me in.
The previous time I was here I was too preoccupied with thoughts of blood and how hungry I’d gotten while still at school, to notice how huge, nice, and luxurious her house is. Looking around I see the house is hidden in the forest. You wouldn’t know the house was here if you weren’t looking for a driveway. The house was ten minutes from the road. I can’t believe I didn’t notice any of this. I feel myself relax as I see that Monica and Monique aren’t wearing anything fancy.
Monica:
“You’re the second person to find out that we are rich.” Monique says, while I make us some lemonade.
“Daniel also knows.” I add.
“Why? Is it a secret?” Dylan asks.
I fill three cups with lemonade and pass them to Monica and Dylan, while keeping one for myself.
“We want friends who are friends with us, not our money.” Monique answers.
“So to speak.” I add.
“We usually just meet people somewhere if they want to go hangout with us.” Monique explains.
“But you’ve seen our house before.” I explain further, giving a pointed look towards Monique.
She shoots me an innocent smile like she hadn’t noticed that I’m upset with her for letting Dylan in the loop. I roll my eyes at her, letting her know I don’t believe it.
“I won’t say anything to anyone about you being rich, I promise.” Dylan responds with a smile.
“I got us all invited to a party,” I say, deciding it’s time to change the subject, “After supper we are going to meet up with the J sisters and the Sam sisters, and their boyfriends. Then we will go to the party.”
“Daniel knows you so well.” Monique says laughing.
She calls Andre and tells him the plan. Dylan holds the car door open for Monique and gets in the car. I open my own door and get in the front seat.
Dylan:
I’m stunned by how fast the mention of Monica’s ex-boyfriend sparks jealousy in me.
When we get to the party, the guy named Daniel asks Monica to dance. They dance to five different songs before he leaves to get Monica a drink. I hand Monica the water I’d been holding.
“Thanks!” Monica says smiling.
“Would you like to dance?” I ask when a slow song begins.
Monica looks surprise.
“What?” I ask, curious about the emotion clearly written on her face.
“I thought the only reason you agreed to this date was because you wanted to try to win Monique back,” Monica explains, “If I’d known you wanted to dance with me…”
“I’m just glad he finally went to get you a drink.” I interrupt her with my smile, “Do you want to dance?”
Monica looks around.
“One little dance isn’t going to kill him.” I say, smirking.
I take her hand and spin her around.
Monica:
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m dancing with Dylan. I laugh, enjoying myself. Dylan is a skillful and exceptional dancer.
“You have a beautiful smile, and a gorgeous laugh.” Dylan whispers in my ear.
“You have explosive eyes.” I whisper back.
I get lost in Dylan’s eyes while we dance. I don’t even comprehend the fact that we are the only couple still dancing until everyone cheers at the end of the song.
Dylan:
Monica is blushing.
Everyone is yelling, “Kiss!”
She kisses me on the cheek.
While everyone yells, “Boo!” all I can think about is how soft Monica’s lips are. She smiles at the crowd. Then she looks at me, and I see the question in her eyes. I gently touch my lips to hers. I try to be calm, like my heart didn’t start beating again once our lips met (vampire hearts stop beating the second they become a vampire), like I’d never even considered kissing her until now. But I’m hungry for the kiss that only took place in my dreams. My intentions go up in smoke.
To my amazement, and great delight, Monica kisses me back with just as much passion and intensity. She doesn’t hold back like I’d expected. I have never been hungrier for anything in my life, and I’m a vampire. I’ve been longing to kiss her ever since I first saw her in my dreams, and now I never want to stop. The taste and the feel of her lips on mine are so incredibly perfect. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want Monica. The crowd cheers.

chapter 4

Monica:
We are back in school. It’s been two weeks since my teacher was brutally murdered. The police haven’t found any leads on who might have done it. During first hour we go to a different class room and have a substitute teacher. Dylan has six classes with me. First through third hour, which are on the first floor, and fifth through seventh hour, which are on the third floor, are the classes I have with Dylan. Daniel is in my second and third hour, my fourth hour on the second floor, and my fifth and sixth hour.
Dylan:
He is such a pig. I wish I could suck the life out of his pathetic human body. Daniel is passing notes to Monica. She smiles at him a lot; she smiles at me too but it’s more of a friendly smile. He isn’t even her type, and I would know, because I am her type, and she is mine. I want to squeeze his head until nothing is left, not even air, but I won’t. I look down at my desk where I’ve been gripping it so tight I’ve bent it. Daniel couldn’t bend a desk with just his hands if his pathetic life depended on it. I bend the desk back in place. When I look up I see Monica watching me. She looks at the desk and back at me. She saw me bend the desk. When the bell finally rings, I hurry away from the ugly black class room walls, the stupid desks that bend to easily, and the lazy teacher who refuses to yell at Daniel for passing notes and distracting the class, but specifically, away from the scene of Monica and Daniel.
Monica:
Daniel wants to be my boyfriend again. This is what his note said that he passed me during seventh hour: Monica’s ex-boyfriend is Daniel. Take out the ex in ex-boyfriend and you get? _________________
We had been passing notes and that was the last note he passed before the bell rang, saving me from answering. I go to my locker and get everything I’ll need for doing my homework tonight. Then I run outside to my car. Dylan and I are the last two people in the parking lot. He is sitting in his truck doing homework. I walk over towards him.
“You know homework is supposed to be for when you get home.” I say smiling.
“I know. I just figured I’d get it done before I go home so I won’t have homework anymore.” He says, giving me a knowing smirk.
“You can come over to my house to relax and do your homework.” I say.
He smiles and I find myself staring at his lips. I blush and look away.
***
While Dylan finishes his homework at the table, I chop up some onions and lettuce for tacos. I prick my finger on the knife.
“You’re bleeding.” Dylan whispers.
I jump and whirl around. Dylan is right behind me, close enough to kiss. He takes my finger and gently sucks away the blood.
“How can you bend a desk?” I mutter.
“I work out, so I’m strong. Anyone could do it if they wanted to.”
I hear the lie clearly for what it is.
“Liar.” I whisper.
Dylan:
My throat burns as the scent of Monica’s blood reaches my nose. When Monica calls me a liar it isn’t an accusation. She is just telling me that she knows I’m lying.
“I’m a vampire.” I whisper showing her my fangs.
“Bite me.” Monica says smiling.
“I will.” I whisper. Then