Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Thirteen - Makeout Party

Who Said Vampires Will Never Hurt You?

Chapter Thirteen - Makeout Party

"Do you still want to split up and go killing on your own? Kit, you'll be with us, so you're fine." Bob stated, motioning to himself and Sam, who had become quite the skilled and talented Vamp ass-kickers our group needed to get through this whole ordeal.

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be fine." Elena said, gripping Mikey's hands tight in her own, "Anyway, we all have maps so if we're in trouble we can go straight back to the basecamp."

"Yeah!" Flame agreed, excitement showing through plain and clear in her eyes, "Let's go guys!" She yelled grabbing Elena's hand and rushing out of the door, Ray and Mikey sprinting off after them.

"You two going on your own?" Lou Taylor asked a hint of something undetectable in his eyes. Gerard and I nodded in sync,

"Yeah." He replied.

"USE PROTECTION!" Bob yelled after his best friend as Gerard also pulled me out of the door and into the big, wide world. Well, not really but it is pretty dangerous out here.

I laughed,

"Protection? Seriously? How childish is Bob?"

"Not normally very childish at all." Gerard replied, still dragging me along with him down winding corridors and hallways that smelt of blood.

"Where are we going?" I asked, itching to get the map out from my back pocket.

"No map." Gerard warned as if reading my mind, "We're running free - we'll end up where we'll end up and kill whatever's there."

"Sounds good." I murmured, clasping my hands more securely over my stake; now almost itching for the feel of the power beneath my hands as I dig my stake deeper and deeper in the soft chest of a bloody Vampire. Whoa...what am I thinking? I DON'T WANT TO BECOME A MURDERER.

We were still running and my chest was starting to ache,

"Gerard," I whined, our hands still entwined as he pulled me down endless dark corridors and into what I could only describe as my fate...or doom. "I can't go on much longer..." I panted out; pulling on his hand as a signal I wanted to stop. Shows how unfit I am...

"Come on Thorn...I have an idea." Gerard whispered to me, a smirk pulling on the edges of his lips.

I narrowed my eyes, pressing my lips into a thin line; frowning.

"What -" I didn't get to finish my sentence as Gerard picked up me with a strong grip, twirling me around in the corridor. I shrieked with fear and laughter,

"Gerard, put me down! Put me down!" I cried, suspending in his strong, warm arms.

"No." He jested, "You're tired; so I'll carry you." He held me bridal style, trotting along the corridor with me in his arms,

"Gerard! I'm too heavy, you'll collapse!"

"I'm fine Thorn." Gerard stated as I put my arms around his neck, breathing in his scent.

"Ugh, God, why?!" I wailed, although Gerard could tell I was enjoying it immensely. He only grinned, staring down at me with his hazel eyes that shimmered with lust.

I stared back up at him and suddenly our lips were crashing together, heated and passionate moans escaping our throats.

He leant back against the wall and we continued our kissing. I sidled down from his arms and instead stepped into his embrace, pinning him against the wall so he couldn't escape as I furiously made his mouth my own. We pulled away; grinning - but couldn't go without each other, and so immediately our mouths danced together again.