Twists and Turns

My name is not "Mundane"!

"Hey, Mundane, wakey wakey" I heard a dark, smooth voice above me, and for a second I couldn't remember anything. I shot my eyes open, practically jumped out of the casket and away from the dark stranger in front of me. The smug smile playing on the corners of his lips made a cold chill rundown my spine, and I could feel the hair in my neck stand on end.

"Raphael?" I asked after a while. Vague memories about last night flashed through my mind, but how could I be so sure. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Raphael's smile had widened and I saw his abnormal white teeth. Where as the corner teeth where way too long. I screamed.

Raphael clapped his hands over his mouth and turned away. "I'm sorry, Mundane" He said,still the arrogant tone that he'd held last night when I first met him. "It wasn't the meaning for you to see this" When He turned back, the fangs were gone, and a more relaxed expression featured his facial expressions.

"My name is not'Mundane'" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Then what is it,Mundane?" He asked, moving closer to me so fast that it was almost impossible to see.

"Elise..." I said,looking down. "... Elise..."

"Elise is enough,Mundane" Raphael said, and turned around, walking away again. "I agreed for one night, and you got one night... Now beat it"

My jaw dropped open. After all of that, just expected me to leave. I sunk down to the floor,paralyzed with frustration and sadness. Where was I to go? How would I survive? How could I get a job? It isn't that easy. It's not like I can just walk up to a store or what ever and say "Hey, I want a job, got one?"

"Now now, in daylight,this place is safe enough..." Raphael said, raising his hand up."... Beat it, sun is on it's way down" He said, and nodded his head towards the door. I gathered my backpack from the table by the door and ran out of the room.

....

You might imagine being on my own out on town till sunrise would be boring, right? But not really. It was terrifying. It was only now that I noticed how dangerous things could get. I had just witnessed a man being beaten until he was nothing but a pulp. So I had hurried down the street to the catholic church my aunt used to take me to every Sunday.

While I was sitting on the staircase, looking up at the stars, I heard someone approach me.Being a bit paranoid, I hid behind the nearest corner. Out from the shadows a person emerged, looking piss drunk. From my point of view it seemed harmless, so I walked out from my hiding place and sat down at the stairs again.

"Hello there Shweetie"The drunk man said, walking my way. I smirked a little, before I moved away from him, feeling very uncomfortable. "You want to shtay at my place tonight?"

"No Thank you" I said,trying not to sound disgusted by his being. I've never been into guys that drink, and I have never felt the urge to go to some stranger's guy's house/ flat before. I wasn't going to start now. But my decline had obviously upset the guy, so he dumped down beside me and wrapped an arm, forcefully around my waist.

"Don't be such a party-pooper" He murmured, his warm breath almost burning my skin on my neck. I tried to push him away, but no way was I strong enough."Sit still and don't scream" He hissed, and then I felt it, the cold, hard and sharp object in my side. The sharp edge ready to slice my skin and pour my blood out.