Dracula's Secret

16

(present time)

I received a text message from Craig that held the phone number of Robert. I almost thought that he was never going to tell me. It had been four days since last we spoke. Then again, I guess it sort of is my fault that I never knew where Sebastian was going in the first place. I never really know what happened to Max. He was here one day, and gone the next. He disappeared off of the face of the Earth. I guess that it's okay though, we never really knew each other anyways. 

That's irrelevant, the point is, I've got to talk to Robert. I dialed the number, and let it ring until I eventually got a half-hearted 'hello?'

"Hello. This is Remington. Craig told me to call you because you have the answers to what I'm looking for."

"Great. What answers?" He grumbled something about never getting told anything. 

"Do you happen to remember about seven years ago when you were writing a song called Live Fast, Die Beautiful?"

"Not particularly."

"Do you remember Sebastian Danzig?"

There was a long pause. "I might remember him."

"Listen, I know that this sounds crazy, but he helped you write that song. And it was about me."

"Not the whole thing."

"What?"

"There were only some lines in direct correlation with you."

"Craig said that he promised that he wouldn't tell me what Sebastian said about me."

"That's true."

"What did he say?"

"He told us that you were wrong about who you are. You aren't so special as you appear. He also told us that you're an attention whore. And he told us that he hated you with a passion."

"Then why does he stick around?"

"He's got a score to settle or something like that. I don't remember everything that he told us."

"One more question."

"What is it?"

I gripped my phone tightly in my hand. My knuckles turned white. "Is he trying to kill me?"

There was no response, and the line went dead. However, I couldn't have asked for a more definite answer. Sebastian really is out to get me.

And I still have no idea why.

Ricky's POV:

That evening, I was going over my vitals with the nurse once more. I really missed my voice. My conversation with Remington a few days ago was pretty much the last time I had interesting company. Chris came by for about an hour every day to keep me company, and Vinny came by once too. Ryan came for the first time today. He was interested in what had happened to me, but mostly he just wanted to talk. Unfortunately, that wasn't so easy. I could only write so fast, and lately my had had kept cramping up. We were set to go on tour soon, and I don't know what I'm going to do without my voice. 

I guess that the guys are just going to have to find a touring guitarist for a bit. I mean, that can't be so bad, can it? I might miss performing, but I'd rather not hurt my throat worse than it already is. The blinds on the window in my room (by my own personal request. I'd been moved to a different room since I was no longer going through surgery) were now shut, and the last golden light of the sun was lingering. I wish that I'd asked to go outside for a bit today. I've been doing nothing but lying here for four stinking days! 

Now I understand how Sally must've felt....

I was trying to teach myself how to speak again in secrecy. So far, all that I've gotten out where brief, quiet hums. I'm set to get a professional to help me sometime next week, but I want to be able to speak before then. I can feel it. I know that I'm healthy enough to do this. 

But then, do I really know that? I closed my lips tightly and tried humming a basic hello. I got a weak voice crack in response. It's a start. I then tried forming the word with the actual syllables. 

In that perfect moment. 

In that moment of great and awesome luck.

In that moment that couldn't have gone any differently, else it may have happened in a movie.

Remington appeared over my bed, looking like he had when he'd scared me before.

But that's not all.

In that moment.

In that one moment.

I screamed.

And you know what? 

A sound did come out.

And then there was blood. Gallons and gallons of blood. I began coughing and sputtering. Remington was gone, but there was blood coming up from my throat. It hurt like hell. I couldn't stand this awful pain. As if on cue, doctors and nurses rushed into my room and took me back to get that surgery redone.

I guess that's why they wanted for me to wait until next week.