Waking Up Dead

Chapter 7: A Squashed Face

A vampire seriously, tears welded in eyes as I burst out laughing he must have hit his head pretty hard I wouldn’t be surprised if he has a concussion right now.

“Is that some sort of code name, vampire? Is this the mafia? Am I on the most wanted list?” how strange the mind becomes when confused by a single word, something unknown, and I’m not happy to announce this but Sammy is freaking the hell out of me.

“How the hell is this the mafia and no it’s not a code name, you should be lucky they didn’t kill you right away”

“I think right now it’s much easier for me to process this if vampire is a code name for something more realistic, you know so that I don’t freak out by your last statement about me getting killed if that’s okay with you of course” taking a couple of breaths I looked over at Jackson who seemed to be staring into space, I thought he might be freaking out or at least trying to escape.

“Do you know where we are? And why there are bags of my blood hanging above my head”

“The transfer of the blood is to make you weaker so that you don’t escape, and we are at Black Passion” he gestures around the room.

“Black Passion? What’s that?”

“It’s the -”

Blocking out his voice I tried to understand the loud noises I was hearing, there were too many shouting mixed in with other noises but the only thing I could understand was the sound of running and they were getting louder.

“Can you hear that?” I asked

“Hear what” replied Sammy

“The running . . . the shouting” I can’t be going crazy.

“No . . .” he stopped and turned his head around towards the door “what can you hear exactly”

He cut me off before I could utter a word, “apart from shouting and running, anything specific?”

Turning my head so that my left ear was facing towards the door I tried to decipher the shouting.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Turing around I could see him furrowing his brows looking confused. Before I could sarcastically reply the two heavy doors were flung open and then smashed closed, standing with his back towards us was a tall dark haired man. The room was silent as the man slowly turned around he was obviously not one of the men that worked here or whatever it is that they did here as the front of his shirt was ripped and covered in blood however, his face held no signs of scars just dried up blood running from his bottom left eye to his top lip. He scanned the room quickly and took another glance at me before opening the door slightly and peeking out.

The room was still an eerie silence until Jackson decided to have a coughing fit and just like that the bloodied stranger stood right in front of him with a hard grip around his throat.

“Be quiet before I silence you” he whispered harshly through gritted teeth.

I was about to shout at the guy but stop when Sammy gave me a chilling look that said something along the lines of ‘keep your shitty mouth shut’ . . .or maybe he was having a seizer, oh what the hell.

“Get your dirty hands off of him” I don’t know why I whispered but I hope it came out threatening.

It seemed to work as he let go immediately but then in a blink of an eye stood in front of me. Great.