Story - Katie & Layla: A Story of True Friendship

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Vampires, they really do exist; they are not just a myth. I know this because my best friend is one. The day it happened, I remember really clearly the transformation; it was scary yet unavoidable. My friend Layla was sitting on a bench waiting for the bus. I had gone to get something for us to eat before we went home together. I remember the little voice in my head saying, “don’t leave Layla alone” but of course, I did not listen to it. On my way back to the bus stop, I heard a scream. It was Layla. The next thing I saw was her creator leaning over her pressing his teeth to her throat.

It was the moment she seemed to know was coming. She had been talking about it for weeks, about how she believed that someone was after her, someone who wasn’t human. Of course, I didn’t listen, after all did things that weren’t human come after people. I happened to have repressed that memory until that exact moment. I tried to fight him off but the creator was too strong, all my efforts were wasted. The next time I looked at Layla she was starting to go a little pale, as if all the colour was being drained from her skin. I thought, “This can’t be happening, this isn’t real” but of course it was. I heard another scream and looked down at Layla again. She was in pain. I had never seen such agony on my best friends face before. She was writhing and twisting about as if trying to fight off some invisible attacker. Then she went still.

I thought, “She must be dead, nobody could have survived that” but again, of course she wasn’t. The next moment was the scariest of all. It was the moment she stopped breathing. Tears started coming out of my eyes but I knew from that moment she would be different, she wouldn’t be the Layla I knew and loved. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a movement, such a tiny movement, but that one movement gave me hope that one day she could be my Layla again. She stood up and looked at me. Her eyes had become red, the red of blood. Then she looked over at her creator and somehow seemed to know who he was. Layla spoke to him; then turned around to me and said “Katie. I can still be your friend. I’ll be different but still me” I wiped my eyes and felt a tug on my heart, one that let me know that she was telling the truth. I also knew that we could get through this together. Just me and Layla; just like it had always been. Then we looked at each other, smiled and calmly caught the bus home knowing that our friendship would last forever.


The End