Cold Bitch

Ace Of Spades - Motörhead

Carrying their shopping bags full of sweets to the car, they warn Mountain of the consequences if he were to repeat past trauma. When they open the doors to the car, they are relieved to find the awful smell is gone. They take their usual seats in the truck, but this time Vince made M sit on the floor instead of him... For obvious reasons. It's completely dark now, places have started to close and the town is getting quieter. People are going home, closing their doors and preparing for bed. Maybe that's what the four boys should be doing too, maybe they should just go home and sleep and forget about this whole vampire thing. Maybe the only thing stopping them from doing so is Vince... But that's not completely true. Maybe the others are just pretending not to care, maybe they're actually just as excited, creeped out and hopeful as Vincent. Not that they would ever admit to such childishness though.

"Where should we go now?" I ask while Mountain buries his nose in a bag of chocolate. Pig. We've owned that bag for less than three minutes and it will probably be gone within one. "We could go to-" Mick tries, but gets interrupted by the speedking crouching at their feet. "We could go to my place!" He bursts in pure joy, mouth full of chocolate, teeth all brown. It looks like someone took a dump right in his face, and that he liked it. We don't want to go to his house. If he is this way, you could imagine what the folks that actually raised this mongrel are like. "Mickey. Bunker." I order, never minding M's shitty offer. As soon as the words leave my mouth, Mick gives a sharp nod and turns the engine on. Obviously, anything is a better idea than going to M's according to him too. I can hear Vince letting a breath out, just as relieved as last time we managed to get away. Not that it's hard, Mountain is never really sober so I doubt he's even aware that we avoid his house at all costs.

The bunker is situated in the deep parts of the forest, not long from where the trap is set up. The forest is pretty patchy and they've made sure to place the cage on a location where the truck could easily reach it from the bunker. When they've catched their vampire they are planning to put it in the bunker, using the truck to transport the cage with the creature inside of it. The bunker isn't that big but the cage was in it when they found it, so they know it fits through the two metal doors leading underground. There's a raggedy old couch in there, they forced their parents to drag it in there when they were about eleven years old. It was such a gamechanger back then. They imagined all the hot chics they would have over, sitting and sipping drinks on that couch. Easy to say, and assume probably, that never happened... And it never will. Not for Eddie.

Eddie has known for a while that he likes guys. He's never really told anyone, but it just never felt relevant to him. It's not anyone's business if he likes licking dick or not. Not that he ever has... his most outrageous gay experience was when he was thirteen and Robert Brown placed a wet, garlic smelling kiss on his cheek by the big tree between third and fourth period. He can still see Robert in the hallways sometimes. He's kind of popular now, he has a girlfriend and everything, but Eddie will always remember how it felt to be loved by Robert Brown. The pimple covered "friend of Dorothy'' with braces. What a time to be alive. He knows that Robert remembers it, they still exchange weird looks sometimes. Robert looks a bit frightened but Eddie just thinks it's fun. He's not even interested in Robert, hot, outgoing guys with girlfriends aren't his type.

While the bunker may not look or feel comfy at all, it's not disgusting. It's not like there's any water leakage or mold in there. There's no rats running around in there either, if you don't count Vincent as one, that is. In the shelfs there's a sad couple of cans with food in them. In case of a war with Russia they had, toughtfully, stolen them from their parents and put them in the bunker. They convinced themselves it was okay by saying that their parents could seek shelter in the bunker too. So heroic.

Sitting down on the floor at the bunker, we are playing cards in a circle. Betting for the candy M hasn't already eaten. A low quality radio is trying its best to provide us with some music, but it's barely getting any signal from the inside of the thick cement walls. "I told you we should have brought something to listen to!" Mickey complaints loudly. I agree but I let out an audible sigh anyways, i've tried not to think about the noizy music and Mickey just interrupted my ignoring. "Yeah! I just bought that latest Toto album on tape! We could've-" "BOOOO, i'd rather listen to this than fucking Toto." Mountain speaks up. Our hero. "I swear to god if I hear Rosanna ONE more time I'm losing it. They've played it non stop everywhere for almost the whole fucking year." Vince looks irritated, I guess he likes that song, but Mick and I agree. It's starting to get on my nerves too.

After a couple of hours of arguing about music opinions and cheating in cards to gain more candy, they start to get restless. Vince is nagging them about going earlier cause they "Might have caught something already" but the others aren't convinced. "C'mon guys... You never know" He practically begs them. "It wouldn't hurt to just check..." He has been going on about this for the last fifteen minutes and Eddie is tired of it. It wouldn't actually hurt, they're bored anyways, he thinks to himself. "You know what, it's just like, a five minute walk. Tops." He says, looking at Mountain and Mickey who doesn't look too convinced.

"You really believe we're gonna find anything if we walk out, in the cold, miles and miles away Vincent No.2?" Mickey says unimpressed, his feet flat against the concrete floor as his arms are loosely wrapped around his long legs. "You have a better idea, big brain?" Mickey raises an eyebrow at Eddie's weak insult and tilts his head, considering. The only real reason he's so anti going out is actually because he's a bit cold. And because he's convinced vampires only exist in movies, in his head, this is painfully pointless. "Mounta-" he starts. "Sure, let's go." He gets interrupted by M, who had spontaneously smoked a joint while the others had discussed.

While we are trying to leave, Mickey starts dragging with him the whole make-shift living room, taking a blanket to wrap around him as well as one to use as a scarf until the others finally tell him to get over himself and get going. The second the door closes behind us, mountain starts rummaging through his pockets, triumphantly fishing out a perfectly rolled blunt. How he manages to make them that perfect while being that high, is beyond me. But breathtakingly beautiful they are. "Eddie?" He looks at me, placing the joint in the corner of his mouth, like he's done a thousand times before. I turn my head towards him, already searching my pocket with one hand. "C'mon baby." He says with class "Light my fire." And finding the lighter, I do.

Taking a couple of deep drags satisfyingly, he hands the joint to Mick. "God, I can't even take my hands out of the blankets" He complains, shaking his head and motions for M to hand it to Vincent. Vince looks at the joint with big, lustful eyes. He wants it... but he rejects it. "I wish I could M, I really do. '' He says and sighs. He looks forward and takes a deep breath with disappointment. "But I can't... I need to be one hundred precent sober for this to be able to document everything." Document what? Eddie thinks annoyed. They're not gonna find anything and even if they did, it's not like he has a camera or even a pen and paper to "document" this fuckery with. All they brought with them is a flashlight. Good luck documenting anything with that. So the joint goes to Eddie. "I would never betray you M" He says and looks at Mountain with heart eyes. "I'm not like the others..." He says and takes the joint from Ms hand sensually, making Mick groan. When Eddie and M are done with that joint (made for four people, not two), they're gonna be stöned.

Mick, wrapped inside his armor of blankets, designed to withhold the strongest of winds and toughest of weathers, had decided along their short way that Eddie and M should carry the flashlight. They're slower than the others, but since they're so high he was worried they'd trip and fall to a rather unflattering death if they didn't get it. As they're walking in the dark, and Mick has finally stopped shuddering from the cold, M bursts out in song. They can barely walk back there and now, M is shouting something that is impossible to understand. He's slurring like Ozzy Osbourne on a fun night out... or any night to be honest. Fuck he's annoying, when are we there, Mick thinks and furrows his brows. "Look, Look!" Oh, M wasn't singing, his high mind had found something highly interesting in his zombie-like state. Oh, how exciting...

Mick stops walking and turns to scold M. The sight is terrifying. Eddie and M are holding onto each other, clutching each other's jackets so tight it looks like they might rip, like their miserable lives are depending on it. They're shaking and pointing their fingers at something in the dark. "It's something in there!" He continues to shout. Mick can't see shit though, it's too dark. "What are you two talking about?" He asks the three year olds. "In there!" M yells in terror. "Where!?" Mick is getting annoyed now. They've smoked too much, got paranoid and now they're seeing things. Rookies. "THERE!!" M and Eddie yell in unison and finally point the flashlight in the direction of whatever made them loose their shit.

As Mick turns his head to look at what's so incredibly scary, he prepares to ridicule them for screaming at nothing, but as soon as his eyes get used to the light, he's instantly equally as freaked out. There is the cage he was sure would be empty when they arrived. He had already imagined Vincent's face drenched in disappointment as they looked at the untouched bars and blood bags. He thought that it would be some kind of animal inside it at best. He was not prepared to meet the eyes of a pale, longhaired boy, blood coming from the corners of his mouth and dripping down his chin.