Waking Up Dead

Chapter 18: Brown Stuff

Oh god I’m being chased again this time by a different crazy person, is he even a vampire he doesn’t smell like one I don’t think? Does it even matter what he smells like and what he is I’m being bloody chased I psychologically yelled at myself. 

I can’t keep running straight ahead in broad daylight he is going to catch up to me sooner or later with him being a bounty hunter or as he likes to put it a ‘tracker’. I have vampire poofed more than a thousand miles ahead of him but I am still scared of being caught I don’t even understand why they even want me back.

I stopped and tried to get my bearings apparently I am one hundred and fifty kilometres from somewhere called Muimerp. I have never been this far away from my home town especially without my Sat Nav, using my whole hand I rubbed both of my eyes in anger as I tried to bring down my rage and nerves.

“Is that a . . . ahh stop please stop!” I stuck and waved my thumb out and started to run towards the green truck like a maniac.

The man stopped his glistening truck and rolled down his window, “You need a lift” he spoke in a flat voice after clearing his throat.

“Yes thank you soo much” I couldn’t believe this I thanked my stars before lifting my whole body up and closing the door.

“Where you off to” he asked as he leaned back into the seat.

I don't know if you've ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong. My impression of a guy that drives a truck have been changed forever as looking at this man I thought I would be able to compare him to someone that looks like Sammy, harsh I know but luckily for him he looks nothing like that animal.

“The furthest you can take me” I told him as I buckled my seat.

“Whatever you say miss” he replied as he finished touching up his highlighted blonde hair and closed the mirror on the sun visor.

“Is everything okay? It’s been fifteen minutes and you haven’t replied to anything I’ve said”

“Hmm what?”

“Are you a fugitive” the skinny blonde guy demanded than asked.

“What no, why would you think that” I replied in shock.  

“Well thank god for that because this” he moved his hand down his body, “is not prison material, well you were looking out the window every two minutes what else was I to think”.  

“Ahaha” I awkwardly laughed, “so what’s your name?” I quickly changed the subject.

“Victor, but some call me voluptuous Vic” he pronounced his nickname with such passion I could now feel the air in the truck turning thick.

“Right yeah Vic, cool . . .” I had an upside down smile and nodded my head in understanding as I turned to face the window trying not to laugh.

“So what’s your name?”

I couldn’t give him my real name in case Jason is lurking about somewhere, “Emily Thorn” I replied, damn it that sounds so familiar but I can’t remember where I had heard it from.

“That’s such a pretty name for such a pretty girl” he turned his body around so that he could lean in and pinch one of my cheeks but I backed away; “You don’t have to be afraid I was only going to -”

“I’m not scared” which was the truth I knew what his intensions where and I knew he wasn’t going to do anything funny but the second reason why I backed away was that I noticed familiar marks on the side of his neck, “What’s up with your neck” I tried to be casual about it and sound curious.