Blood Won't Stain This Floor.

Chapter Five; Saved? I Don't Think So

Jamie's P.O.V

"Here, food. Eat it; it's all you're getting." Eric muttered, throwing two slices of bread and a bottle of water at the, surprisingly, clean mattress I'm now sat on.

Yeah that's right, I'm on a mattress now.

According to Eric I've been here for two days and since I've been 'good' I've earned the privilege to not be cuffed to that damned chair.

Weakly, I lifted my head and glared at Eric. He looked healthy, clean, well fed. While here is me, beoming a human skeleton and starting to stink.

What makes me wonder is how I've become so thin and pale so fast.. I mean, all I've missed at home is mom's 'Bloody Friday' when I'd have this really bloody and gross meat meal.

And by bloody, I mean bloody. It's disgusting yet I can't get enough of it. It's weird really.

"You've got to be kidding me." I whispered raspily, glaring down at the small amount of food.

The first amount of food I've had since I got here.

"I heard that! Besides, eat up. I have a visitor for you." Eric gloated behind the closed door. I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

What's he talking about? What visitor?

More importantly, what has he done?

Half-heartedly, I numbly picked at the slightly stale bread and listened to a round of shouting, banging and smashing through the door.

Uh oh.

"Let me go!" A male voice shouted in terror, only to yelp and whimper not a minute after.

That voice..He sounds familiar.. Too familiar..

That was when the door swung open and Eric stood there, with a guy I definitely remember.

"Laurence?!" I cried, my voice breaking as I struggled to stand and run over to him.

"J-Jamie? You.. You look like shit." He whimpered, reaching out to hug me tightly as I collapsed in his arms from exhaustion.

Basically, Laurence Beveridge is my best friend, other than Blade. He used to go to my high school but then had to move to England, London probably. He was always the glitter and glamour type.

I heard he had to move back soon.. But I didn't think.. Oh Laurence.

Laurence is the same age as Blade, nineteen, and he has tousled black hair, a round chubby face that makes him look a little like a panda and black looking hazel eyes.

He's usually wearing eyeliner or eyeshadow smudged down his face, but he does have rare moments where he doesn't. Now isn't one of them.

"Panda? How did.. How did he get you? Do you know what's going on?" I asked as tears dripped down my face.

"Surprise attack, boosh. He knocks me out, then I'm here. And yeah, I know about vampires and all of that.. But hey, hey. Don't you cry those mascara tears, Jamie doll." Laurence ordered, wiping the tears off of my cheeks with his thumb. That's when he leant down with his mouth next to my ear and whispered; "He's coming for you, don't be scared, Meerkat."

I chuckled slightly as Laurence sat me down next to him on the mattress.

"After all this time.. You still call me meerkat?" I asked, smiling for what felt like the first tme in years.

"Well, you called me panda, so all is fair in vampires and war." He grimaced, putting an arm around my shoulders. "I'll stay with you, Jamie, I promise. You're my best friend and I don't want to ever lose you." He continued, kissing my forehead.

And no, we aren't dating! We're like brother and sister. That sorta love, you know?

"Laurence..?" I asked, slightly scared.

"You know.. When I was in London I met some guys, they were called Kier, Drew, Luke and Shane. Though you had to call Shane, Barrone and Luke, Pillnahn or you were murdered. Metaphorically. And we made a band. Wanna know what we were called? Fearless Vampire Killers." Laurence grimaced, standing up slightly and walking over to the wooden chair I was sat on a few days ago.

Woah, Laurence was in Fearless Vampire Killers? They were pretty known over here. I didn't realize he was one of the members.. Wow. But wait.

This won't end well.

"Laur.. I can't lose you. I can't. Don't do anything stupid." I begged, standing up shakily and trudging over to him before putting a skeletal looking hand on his bicep.

How did I get this thin so fast? I don't get it.. It should be taking longer for me to become like this.

"Sorry, Meerkat. But I, Laurence Beveridge, will help my bestest ever friend, and I will get you out of here. I will save you. You know what they say, you are what you play. A fearless. Vampire. Killer." Laurence sighed, trying to reassure me as he pulled a short blade out of his boot before tapping the handle and watching as it shooted forward and grew longer, much like a katana, and turned to face the door.

"Oi! Vampy, vampire! Get you ass in here and be slain, dick!" Laurence shouted fearlessly.

Oh god, I can't lose him.

"Laurence no!" I hissed as the door flew open and there, lo and behold, stood Eric in all his glory.

And no, he wasn't naked. I mean he was standing there with a sword of his own. A much lamer, rustier and uglier sword, but a sword none the less.

"You called for me?" Eric teased, stalking forwards and closing the door behind him.

"No. I asked for a primpy pretty pink princess. What do you think, ugly?" Laurence taunted, a smirk playing at his lips as he and Eric walked around each other carefully, and pain stakingly slowly in circles.

And then Eric made the first move, he swung for Laurence's stomach but Laur blocked it easily and swiftly before going for Eric's neck, but Eric deflected that too.

They kept hitting and blocked. Hit, block, hit, block.

All I could hear was the sound of steel smashing against steel. But that was when it stopped.

And a body fell to the ground.

Instantly I gasped, it couldn't be, how could he win? I thought he would die?

I can't believe it!

His eyes that hold no life, his vibrant hair that is now completely dull.. His pale skin that just seems... Grey.

He's dead.

Laurence is dead. Dead with his own sword pierced though his heart.

"Laurence!" I shrieked, flinging to his side and burying my face in his neck as the tears fell. After all, he never liked seeing me cry my 'mascara tears'.

"How could you be so stupid, Laur?" I weeped, cleching my hand into a fist and grabbing the collar of his shirt.

"I'll miss you, Panda. Remember the time.. The time when we pranked Blade? And when, I let you kiss me to make a girl jealous?" I sniffed before continuing. "And when you walked into P.E with bright pink football socks? Or when the guy broke my heart and Blade wasn't there so you stayed the night at my house with horror movies and ice cream? Don't leave me Laur.. Please don't.. Just wake up and say you remember.." I cried, wrapping my arms around his neck as the blood pooled.

"Please.." I whispered, finally moved away and rubbing the palm of my head over my eyes.