Cold Bitch

Bang a Gong (Get It On) - T. Rex

"What now?" Mickey asks and looks at Vincent. He sounds irritated and looks worn out, he was completely silent through the whole process of getting the cage into the bunker. This is the first time he spoke since they were in the car. All three boys look at Vincent, expectant to hear his answer. They're all completely clueless about what to do now, when they actually have the vampire there, in their bunker, in a cage. None of them really believed they'd get this far, maybe Vincent, but still not really. Vincent sticks his tongue out, moisturizing his lips and starts to chew on them nervously as he thinks. This may have been his idea and all, but truth to be told, he's blank. His eyes turn to the vampire standing behind the bars, he feels like maybe the best decision would be to kill him, but he doesn't want to. He wants to keep him alive, to observe and study this obscene creature of theirs. To kill him, in Vincent's eyes, would be a waste. Still, how would they maintain a fucking vampire, all on their own? They're eighteen (Well, not Eddie. He's born in December. Underage motherfucker.), for Christ's sake, they can barely maintain their own personal hygiene! "I don't know..."

"Well that's just amazing, Vince!" M exclaims theatrically. "You got us to capture this bloodthirsty heathen," The vampire hisses at his rude remark. "and now you don't know what we should do with it. That's brilliant, man. Just, GREAT!" He mocks him and laughs ironically, ignoring the offended creature. "I'VE NEVER CATCHED A VAMPIRE BEFORE!" He shouts back at Mountain, starting to lose his temper. "It's not like there's a manual or some shit, you know!"

Mountain smiles and shakes his head, this was a dumb idea. He didn't even know vampires existed an hour ago, and now they've got one in the place they used to play as kids. "Maybe we should call someone? Vincent says meekly, looking at M, questioning. "Oh, who? 911 - Vampires?" Shooting him a look of deep, heavy judgment. "Or animal control, maybe they know how to handle this?" Vincent gasps at that, bringing a hand to his heart and looking incredibly offended. "I. DON'T. KNOW. Mountain, oh holy king of sarcasm. I do not know."

Mickey furrows his brows at Vincent's weak answer. He knows what they should do now, he knows what to do with the monster. "We should kill it." He says blankly. As if killing someone is something easy, and completely normal to do when you're eighteen. Just a fun, worldly experience everyone practices. You start off with a snail, or maybe a spider, then you move on to dogs or sheep and when you've mastered the skill of killing everything else living, you swiftly move on to the undead. Everyone kills a vampire once in a while, it's fun.

The others go quiet. They've all thought about it, but actually doing it seemed pretty far away, until Mickey shared his opinion. They can all feel the temperature drop, and the air going stale, and their blood running cold. Eddie turns his head slowly to look at Mick, he's terrified of the words just spoken, and he doesn't know why. You see, it's not the killing  he's so afraid of, it's who they're killing. The mere idea of ending the strange creature is giving him chills. He realize it's weird of him to feel this way, the sympathy he beholds this murderer, but he can't help feeling a little bit protective over the vampire. He senses something about him, something the others seem to have missed.

"Why do you look so shocked?!" Mickey answers to their glares. "I'm not the monster here. And it's not like you can wholeheartedly say you haven't considered killing it yourselves." He points out with confidence, looking over them like Cyrus looked over the gangs in The Warriors just before he got killed. "It hasn't shown any signs of intelligence so far. For all we know, it's just a killing machine, taking lives just because he can... Like a stupid animal."

"That's not true." Eddie mumbles, not having uttered a word since they were in the car, finally looking away from the vampire. He captures Mickey's eyes with a deadly seriousness. "He reacted when M called him a heathen." He indicates, sounding irritated and straightens his back, firing the bullet that killed the mighty gang leader. Mickey just stares at him, nearly too surprised at Eddie's comment to speak. He looks at him, unimpressed and huffs, after collecting his thoughts.

"So what?" Mickey sighs. He can't even see how that is relevant. Vincent, on the other hand, looks a little excited all of a sudden. So the vampire does understand them. This is amazing, he thinks. "So he's not a stupid animal, Mick, he knows what we're saying. He's an intellectual being."

"Yeah!?" Mickey takes a step closer to the cage, stomping furiously as he picks up one of the old hockey sticks they've stored in the bunker, years ago. Looking into Eddie's eyes as he raises the club above his head, and then directly to the distraught vampire. "SPEAK THEN, FREAK!" He screams at the creature and bangs on the bars of the cage with the club, summoning a loud and piercing sound that echoes in the concrete room. "SHOW US HOW BRILLIANT YOU ARE!" The vampire quickly covers his ears with his hands to escape the penetrating sound, maddening his, apparently, sensitive hearing. "C'MON, YOU COWARD, DO SOMETHING!" He screams as he keeps on hitting, his voice starting to strain from exerting his it. The vampire just stares at him with big eyes from under the weight of his lashes, still pressing his palms to the sides of his head. "What?" Mickey lowers his voice "Are you scared now?" He says between breaths, lowering the hockey stick to rest at his side again, still gripping it solidly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

The vampire relaxes then, brings his hands down slowly and takes a determined step forward. He looks straight into the angry eyes of Mickey and starts growling from deep in his throat. Mickey just scoffs and laughs exasperatedly, irritated at the vampire for just standing there, and at Eddie for defending him. He gives the bars a quick blow with the hockey stick again, making the vampire back away a little. Mickey then turns his head to look at Eddie, a big, disgusting smile on his lips, channeling the obvious victory through his teeth. "And there you go, Eddie, monster."