Life Of A Vampire (Book 3)

Chapter Two

"Your screams are music to my ears Rozalina." Vivian purred. I tried lifting my head to look at her but to no avail. Every inch of my body screamed with pain. A knife was digging into my leg. "I think I'll make sure you can't walk first." She cut deeper into my leg. I would have screamed if I had the voice. Turning my eyes to Garth I cried freely. Please help me.

"Vivian. I think you should lay off a little. You wouldn't want her dying too soon." She turned her snake like eyes toward him.

"You're right dog." Vivian looked down at me. A whimper escaped my lips as she removed the knife. I hate myself right now. Raising, her heels clicked over the cold stone. "Why don't you clean her up Puppy?" She grabbed Garth's chin and similed. Vivian turned back to me. "I'll be back later Doll." Blowing a kiss she exited the room. As the sound of her shoes quietted Garth ran over, he cradled my head in his lap.

"I'm so sorry Lina." I couldn't reply, my throat was so sore. "Please don't hate me." I mumbled (or growled. I wasn't really sure). Garth leaned down and kissed my head. "I know it hurts." I'm going to skin you. Then I'm going to skin Vivian and wear her flesh as an overcoat. "I'll be back in just a moment." He got up and walked out. Looking down I sighed. Look at my fucking leg. What in the name of Sam's hair is she doing to me. I'm going to die. I'm going to die in this smelly dungeon. Ugh. I hope a meteorite comes out of nowhere and obliterates all vampires. Sort of like he dinosaurs but less tragic because truthfully I'd rather have velociraptors running around instead of vampires at this moment in time.

"I'm back." I looked over to Garth.

"Garth." I croaked.

"Yes?" He ran over.

"Come closer." I raised an arm. He kneeled. The first aid kit he brought clattered down on the floor.

"What is it Lina?" He came closer, brushing a few stray strands of hair from my face. I ran my fingers through his hair then pulled it. Slamming his cheek against the stone floor I hissed.

"Listen here wolf boy. You better get me some grade A pain pills and fast. I will rip every hair from your body and yes, even down there. Now fix my leg and get my drugs. I let go of his hair and laid back. Panting I stared up at the bland ceiling. I could feel him trying to repair my leg.

"Garth." I said.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"What time is it?" He stopped and looked at me. There was a sadness in his forest green eyes.

"It's six pm, it's Thursday today." I gulped.

"T-Thursday?"

"Lina you've been asleep for a while." I sighed. This freaking sucks.

Alexander's P.O.V.

"Brother."

"Go away Bram." I pulled her covers tighter around me.

"Alexander you have been sleeping in here for three days." Bram came into the room. Looking around he frowned. Her room was trashed. Pictures were strewn over the floor, clothes were littered on the bed and spilling onto the floor. I grabbed her favorite t-shirt. It was old, the fadded letters read: Team Bela and the shirt had a picture of the famous Bela Lugosi in his Dracula get up, flashing his make-believe fangs. I held it closer, breathing in her scent.

"What else am I supposed to do? I'm just a lost man looking into the void, wandering, lost."

"Don't give me that moody bullshit." Bram walked over and yanked the covers off of me. I groaned. "You sound like an angsty teenager."

"Maybe I am." I rolled over.

"No. Get your arse up. Colette and Ashley are wandering aimlessly around the house. It's depressing. You're depressing."

"Death is depressing." He growled and pulled me up by the collar of my shirt.

"I've had it with this nonsense." He pulled me out of bed. "You are going to take a shower, you smell like a rotten corpse."

"I am a rotten corpse." He ignored me.

"You're going to put on fresh clothes and come downstairs." Bram pushed me into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"You're acting like a child Bram."

"No I can assure you Alexander that you are acting like a child." I could sense him outside. I sighed and turned on the watter. Taking off my dirty clothes I let the hot water run over me. Bram walked away. I stayed in the shower for a long time, even after the water turned cold. Finally I stood, water rolled off of me and landed in the tube. Grabbing a white, once soft but now felt scratchy, towel and dried off. Wrapping the towel around my waist I exited the bathroom. Steam billowed out into the hallway after me. Opening the door to my room I turned on the light and if my heart were beating it would have stopped.

"What are you doing here?" I gulped, my eyes bulging out of my head. This can not be real. I'm losing what mind I had left.

"Hey there Mosquitoe, it's nice to see you too." I only blinked. Standing (well more like floating) in front of me was none other than the very annoying, very dead, Mike.