Requiem : Chapter 11. Good Luck</b>I clumsily threw my arm over to my bedside table to quiet the incessant buzzing of my alarm clock. Once I had successfully managed to do that, I sighed heavily and slid out from beneath the covers. Then, I trudged slowly to the bathroom, stopping in front of the mirror to examine myself. My deep auburn hair, waving almost erratically down my back, had actually managed to look presentable, so I decided not to mess with it for the day. Hm. Maybe today would be a pretty good day after all. I had a feeling that something exciting would happen.Not yet fully awake, I brushed my teeth in a sluggish daze. After tossing my toothbrush back into the ceramic mug on the corner of the sink, I stretched and walked back to my room. I threw open my closet door and contemplated over what to wear. Quickly scanning my clothes, I decided on a pair of tight black jeans and a black deep v-neck sweater with a skeleton print emblazoned on the front and a crimson undershirt. While ch
Requiem : PrefacePrefaceI shoved my way through the pressing crowd, losing my concentration as a plethora of energized thoughts forcibly poured themselves into my mind. The immense pressure was dulling my senses, making me more susceptible to the burning in my throat. The faces of those ready to retort to being pushed out of my way quickly turned from simple irritation to worry as soon as they noticed the look of absolute horror that twisted my features.I had to keep this from happening. I had to stop it before it was too late. Before the thirst became utterly unbearable. I had to save everyone from the dangers they believed only existed within the worn pages of fiction and fantasy. Most importantly, I had to save them
from me.A shrill laugh rang out above the noise.