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5 | f i r s t k i l l

Note: This chapter has quite a lot of action. :) This was written in a bit of a rush, so if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, please let me know. & Thank you for reading :3

The picture on the right is meant to be Jezebel, by the way.

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Cross and I decide to look around Bitten, the apparently fancy-secret-vampire-lounge-in-disguise. We find a metal door out back, looking similar to a door to a meat freezer. For some odd reason, the door was left unlocked and slightly ajar. Kind of fishy, if you ask me. It’s as if these vampires are just asking to be discovered.

The back of the restaurant is tainted with the smell of garbage, thanks to the large green dumpsters set up there. Before heading inside, Cross and I decide to check out the trash housed in the dumpsters. It’s odd—I know. But we need to look for evidence of vampires. Things like bloody clothes, knives, or perhaps even a dead body or two are expected. Alright, I might slightly be exaggerating on the dead body part. Vampires might be stupid some times, but not that stupid.

Cross groans impatiently as I check outside, “Let’s go inside. Our spears are ready—we’re well prepared this time.” His hand extends out to grab my wrist.

“Hey, I’m trying to investigate here!” I try to stay back and look around some more, but Cross is too strong. His grip on my wrist is solid, and I can’t break free.

He shoves the metal back door open with a rough kick, and we both walk inside with perked ears and alert eyes.

The door leads us straight into a grungy, back-room sort of place. An old light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickers it’s dull light as we walk inside. There are a few posters hung around, but they’re messily stapled and almost falling off the walls. The wallpaper is dirty and Victorian-themed. It’s as if it’s meant to be vintage, but it’s too messy for my liking. On the floor, I even notice chips that are scattered around.

“Ew, this place needs some serious cleaning.” I state, looking upon an opened box of pizza with a month-old moldy slice of pizza inside. I pinch my nose shut at the stench.

“I’m going to guess these vampires are male.” Cross jokes, and I actually laugh.

“A guy making a guy joke? Not bad, Cross. Not bad.” I smile at him and he smiles back.

Ka-plunk!

Suddenly, we hear the sound of something being opened harshly. I look to the arch that leads into another room—one completely different from the grungy back-room with moldy pizza. I can see the lush red carpet, the beautiful, elegant vintage wallpaper on the walls, the rich and silky curtains veiled over the Victorian windows. And it’s all just a few steps away, connected to the nasty grunge room by just an arch.

“Vivian, please tell me you brought that scrawny boy here today. My thirst needs to be quenched.” A woman’s voice, deep and elegant speaks. Her voice comes from the fancy room. There’s no light in that room, but Cross and I can spot two slender shadows from the grunge room.

“Vampires.” I mouth to Cross.

He places his index finger over his lips as he gestures for me to stay quiet. I can see his hand reach for his spear.

A second female voice scoffs, “He hardly quenched my own thirst. His blood wasn’t rich—it had no quality. I didn’t have enough to save for you, Veronika.”

The second female vampire groans, “I suppose I’m going to have to hunt for prey myself, seeing that you don’t share.”

“If you’re that starved, I suggest talking to the master. He always has a few extra mortals lying around.” The vampire, Vivian laughs slightly.