I never have realized how ugly this carpet was, now that my face was squished against, I can see all the dirt in it. So dirty that my nose threatened to let out a sneeze. I tried to wiggle my arm out from under Erin's combat boot to scratch my nose but that just made him push down harder and chuckle to himself.
Erin then bent down, placing his full weight onto my upperback.
"Could you be any heavier, stud muffin?" I said through many exaggerated weazing noises.
As I laid there in complete silence for about a minute, I felt something slowly travel up the back of my right leg. The "mysterious" object stops at my favorite knife holster. It was my favorite because it was given to me by my grandfather.
My grandfather was the best vampire hunter there ever was. No, not that stupid Van Helsing. It was Tödlich Bismarck. His name is not known to mortals because that is just stupid. Mortals don't even believe in vampires, so why would they know about us.
I'm snapped back into the land of the living when my holster is un buckled. Eren was going to get it now.
I immediately hurl my right foot as far back as I can to ensure it connects with Erin's face. Lucky me, my bare heel strikes his honker. As he is fazed by my heel, I twist my body as hard as I can to the left of me in hopes of getting him of me. Heavy bloat. He falls of me and I roll back in the other direction so I can get away from him. I place my hands down in front of me to give me enough leverage to get to my feet. Once my heels are firm on the ground, sprint downstairs in his mansion to get away from this ancient blood sucker.
After I reach the dark and cold night air, I continue to sprint until I start to see the corners of my vision fade to black. I was going to pass out if I didn't stop.
That was the last thing I remembered before-...
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