The Vampire's girl

2.

"Come on, concert is over." Brendon huffed, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Anna stood. "Let me guess, I have to go home with you?"

"Give the girl a prize," Brendon rolled his eyes, "you think I'm gonna let you out of my sights?"

"Fair enough."

"You know, I'm kinda hungry."

"Um...uh.."

"Let's go outside."

Brendon grabbed her arm and pulled her outside into the alley where he fed on the woman.

"Brendon, please don't do what I think you're-"

"I said I was hungry, not going to feed on you."

"Can you eat normal food?"

"Of course, but blood tastes better. Not like the greasy mound of meat you call burgers."

"So, why don't you just go home and have some, I don't know, chicken wings?"

"I've.... never had chicken wings. I've always just drank the blood from raw chicken my club sends me."

"Club? What club?"

"It's a vampire club, well, celebrity vampires. You won't believe some of the people in there."

"Tell me!"

"Well, Pete Wentz is in there."

"Oh shit! If only I could tell Jenny..."

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TELLING PEOPLE?!?" Brendon grabbed Anna's collar and pulled up.

"You're....choking....me..."

"Come on, let's go."

Brendon dropped her and they walked home, no talking, no noise.

"How about I order a pizza?"

"Whatever."

Brendon had his fangs unsheathed, looking at Anna.

"You're not sucking my blood, I won't let you."

"Done with that innocent scared girl attitude, I see."

"That's because I know the circumstances. You come near my neck, I'll have you begging to have garlic layed across your face."

"Garlic? Seriously? You believe in all that stuff?" Brendon sheathed his fangs. "The only way to kill a vampire is... well, it's better you don't know."

"Damnit, thought I was gonna break you."

"Break me? I'd like to see you try."

"I would but, I can't kill a celebrity."

"Or a vampire for that matter."

"Yeah, you come close to me, and we'll see just how easy it is to kill a vampire."

"One of the people in the club got killed recently. The killer was... oh shit! I forgot I have a club meeting tonight, here!"

"Where will I go?"

"You'll have to hide."

"You don't think they'll smell human blood?"

"Hopefully they'll just think it's coming from my fridge."

Anna gave Brendon a confused look.

"Sometimes we keep blood in our fridges. So what? Just go hide."

Anna hid under Brendon's bed.

"That's a terrible hiding spot. Hide behind my fridge so they will definitely think it's coming from there."

Anna slid behind the fridge.

"They're almost here, Andy just sent me a message."

We're almost there.

Okay.

"Andy who?"

"Biersack. He's the leader of our group."

We're at your door, let us in.

Alright, be there in a second.

Brendon opened the door.

Andy Biersack, Pete Wentz, Jinxx, Patrick Stump, Anthony Padilla, and Ian Hecox all stood at the door.
(Yes I included some youtubers. There will be one more later.)

"Hey, Brendon, do you know what we're here to dicuss?" Anthony asked.

"No clue."

"We are here to discuss the murder of our dear friend, Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg. (Pewdiepie)" Andy announced.

"Something smells good..." Ian said, wandering toward the fridge.

"Hey, that's my stuff, back off." Brendon said, pushing Ian away from the fridge.

"Where is Tyler?" Pete asked, crossing his arms.

At about that time, Tyler Oakley walked in the door.

"Sorry, I had to deal with someone."

"Anyway," Andy said, "back to the death. We found the murderer was none other than Jenny Ramirez. We learned she has special connections to Anna Archer. We need to find Anna and question her."

Brendon started to lightly sweat.

"Report back to my house when you find Anna. This meeting is over."

Everyone left.

Brendon yanked Anna from behind the fridge.

"Your f*cking friend killed my best friend!"

"I had no idea! I'm as surprised as you!"

"And now, they're after you."

"Yeah, that's obvious."

"We need to be careful, I can't  lose you." Brendon paused. "Because if I lost you you could tell someone my secret."

"Sure." Anna mumbled. "That's why."