Free Risen (Book #6 of the Vampire Legends) by Emma Knight Page A

felt dizzy and her head started spinning.
    “I have to get some air,” she
said, trying to catch her breath.
    “Are you ok? Jenny said. “You don’t
look well.”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I just have to
go outside for a minute.”
    “Want me to come?” Jenny asked.
    “No, I’m fine. I’m need to be
alone for a little bit.”
    “OKKKKAY.” Jenny said. “Text if
you need me.”
    “K,” Sarah replied.
    Sarah walked out the front door
to her dormitory and walked along side until she got to the back of the dorm.
There were picnic tables and chairs set up back there and she knew she’d be
able to relax and get some peace and quiet. The darkness of the night sky
seemed to calm her nerves and the quiet buzzing of the night insects eased her
confused mind. She closed her eyes, and for a moment she felt like she was back
at home in Pennsylvania in her family’s house. She couldn’t help but wish she
could go back there, back to a time of no worries.
    She opened her eyes and looked
down at her shaking hands. She couldn’t understand why they were shaking and
why her nails were suddenly growing at a rapid pace out of her nail beds. The
small blonde hairs on her arm were standing straight up and goose bumps
appeared all over her body. She began to shiver as a cold breeze swept over
her.
    Her stomach started churning and
she felt a wave of hunger overtake her. It was a powerful hunger like she’d
never experienced before. It wasn’t the late night pizza craving type of hunger
or the early morning Lucky Charms hunger either. This was something different
and she couldn’t pin point what she was craving.
    Swat
    Sarah leaned down and killed a
mosquito that had landed on her leg. She couldn’t believe how fast her reflexes
worked as that mosquito must have only sat on her leg for a nanosecond. As she
went to flick the dead mosquito from her hand she smelled a whiff of the blood
that was oozing out of its lifeless body. Her eyes opened wide as if this were
Thanksgiving dinner and she brought the mosquito closer to her nose. She took
another whiff and suddenly realized what she’d been craving all night.
    Blood.
    Before she could even reason with
herself or think about what she was about to do she extended her long pointy
tongue and lapped up the mosquito sucking out the drops of blood that remained
in its body. The taste was like heaven to her yet she couldn’t understand why
she was doing this. She’d never eaten bugs before or anything bloody. Blood and
guts had always creeped her out yet now she was finding herself wanting more. This
mosquito only wetted her appetite for what she was craving.
    Feeling weird about what had just
happened, Sarah stood up and started pacing back and forth trying to make sense
of everything. She had no idea what was happening to her or why it was happening
to her. All she could do was replay the events of the past day over and over in
her head. None of it was making sense.
    Then, a loud noise came from
behind her. She quickly turned to see a broken beer bottle smashed at her feet.
    “You ok?” a voice came yelling.
    “She’s fine!” another voice
yelled.
    “Uh, yes,” Sarah said, looking
down at the shards of glass that just missed her feet and legs.
    As she stood there waiting to see
who had done that. She heard the voices grow louder and louder. In the distance
she saw a pack of five guys in football jerseys walking towards her with beer
bottles in their hands yelling and chanting.
    “Who won the game?”
    “We did!”
    “Who’s going to win states?”
    “We are!”
    The team members kept chanting as
they approached Sarah.
    “Hi,” one guy said as they
reached her.
    “Hi?” Sarah said, with a
questioning voice.
    “Did we hit you with that glass?”
he asked.
    “Nope. Just missed me though. You
should watch out next time.”
    “Relax woman! Why you go to be so
hostile?” another guy asked in a macho voice.
    “Yeah, why you such a freak
anyway?” another guy said.