Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Twelve - Bow Ties On Dead Guys

Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Twelve - Bow Ties On Dead Guys

The next morning we slept in - yeah, we're getting homely in this place - and awakened at what Bob assumed was noon. We have no idea how he knows since there are no windows anywhere - don't you think we would have made our escape if we found windows? - But we took his word for it and tucked into a breakfast of Pop-tarts.

Luckily Mikey was fine this morning, aside a huge purple bruise on the back of his head that I feel very guilty for. But, hey, at least he doesn't hate me...yet.

After our filling breakfast we all sat down on our beds and I tried not to cringe as I thought of the unknown fingers gently stroking my skin all through the night...and I'm pretty sure it wasn't Gerard...

Shaking that thought from my over imaginative brain I focused my attention on Bob who had called a team meeting to discuss what we were all going to do.

Gerard was stood next to him, smiling. I have no idea what he has to be smiling for, though - well, I guess he wasn't the one who was kept up all night with the feeling that as soon as he shut his eyes he'd be raped in his sleep. Yeah.

"Alright everyone, shut the fuck up and let me talk!" Bob yelled at the noisy room, instantly silencing it. We all snapped to attention, like soldiers marching, without all the saluting bit, although Sam did put his hand up in mock salute, but when Bob stared at him in anger, he lowered it; all the while grinning like an idiot.

"Sure captain Bob!" Mikey joked, earning another death glare from 'captain' - and a high five from Sam.

"Alright, settle down." Gerard shushed, rolling his eyes at me as if to say, 'well, those guys are idiots'. I laughed, moulding into our bed next to Lou Taylor, feeling very awkward because I'm pretty sure it was him finger-raping my thigh.

"So, today we're going out to kill more Vampires!" Bob announced, earning clapping from Lou Taylor, Sam and Kit. "Well, y'know - gotta kill 'em all and all that shit. We want to get out of here alive?"

Choruses of yes rang out in the room.

"Thought so. And we can't get out without killing all the motherfuckers else we risk a Vamp apocalypse, and to be honest I was really looking forward to a zombie one. SO GRAB YOUR WEAPONS AND START KILLING!"

Everyone jumped up from their beds and started dancing around the room, grabbing their so-called 'weapons' and stuffing their pockets with our new found glories - food.

"So, who's going with whom?" Gerard asked winking at me and smirking sexily.

"Sassy motherfucker!" I called to him at the other side of the room next to Bob who was talking to Sam about 'serious things'.

"Shush," Gerard called back, faking a gasp, hands over his mouth and eyes wide, "Nobody's supposed to know!"

I just stuck my tongue out, turning back around to gather my fire extinguisher and stakes, stuffing some foreign chocolate bars into my jeans pockets as I did so.

"Elena and I are going together!" Flame cried, earning herself a look from Mikey who was snuggling a happy looking Elena. Aw and ew.

"I'm coming too." Awkward knees stated, leaning down to softly peck Elena's lips. The 'fro mumbled,

"And me."

"Alright, so you're a team, what about you Kit?"

"Um...I guess I'll just go with Lou Taylor, Sam...and Bob?"