The Vampire in Skinny Jeans

Kidnap, Vampires and... fun?!

It's the same start as the last one I uploaded but I changed the storyline in it. Comments would be much appreciated :):) XD I sound like a dick'ed but still it's true :):):):)

I was staggering through the city, when I say staggering I mean it, one of my five inch heels had broken and I was so drunk my liver ached. Coventry Cathedral stood proudly in my view as a marker to get to the club, if it kept to my right I could find it; I'd always been good with directions, although that ability was rendered impossible while drunk and disorientated.

I ended up in the subway with IKEA clearly in my view. The yellow letters from the shop were blaring in my mind as I started recovering from the alcohol abuse. I ran down the street and straight into Jumping Jaks, planning to drown in my own vomit and leave my sanity behind. As I was standing at the bar I saw several guys checking me out, despite my supposedly hideous drunken appearance at the moment, I looked down at myself and realised that half my bodice was showing and my hair was ruffled in an attractive way as it always was. I looked hot! A couple of guys, one short and one wickedly tall yet both attractive, came over and looked me down head to toe.

"How ya going hotness?" the short one asked.

"Imaright" I was trying to assure myself at the same time but the slurring of the words made us all look doubtful.

"How 'bout ya come with me 'n sober up?" He finished with a wink which caught me off guard; I was used to guys chatting me up but the menacing glint in his eyes was unusual and freaky.

"Nah, iagottagettahomenow" They looked at me in confusion so I said it again slowly "I have got to get...argh" I didn't get to finish my long lasting sentence, not ever.

The tall one still had his hand over my mouth as we descended into the subway. It tasted of urine and cider, not exactly the most comforting thing in the world. I stopped my reverie to listen as the short one started talking.

"Aw, come on Rudii; let's just have her, why not? We haven't had one in weeks, and I'm starving?" Starving? What was he talking about? Was he a cannibal? I started hyperventilating into the tal- no Rudii's hand compromising my, already low, supply of oxygen; and felt extremely light headed as I started swaying.

Rudii's strong, firm hands caught me by my elbows as I fell down and supported me as I tried to breathe deeply. He gave me a look of concern which felt completely weird in this situation, but this wasn't really at the front of my mind. I returned to breathing at an almost average speed. The things I was thinking about were much more important such as the fact that there was no hand around my mouth and I could scream freely.

I didn't. I don't know why but the concerning look in Rudii's eyes was disconcerting and made me feel almost safe in the hands of these strangers.

The lights in the subway flickered on so I could see the faces of my kidnappers, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly light hearted for this situation. Rudii's face was the most surprising as the concern in his eyes had not changed although his face looked hard and cold.

"Brian, SHUT UP" the sound of Rudii's cold voice echoed through the subway and reverberated back to me. I shivered as a cold wind blew through and felt a jacket fall onto the back of my shoulders.

Rudii looked gently down at me, throwing a desperate 'shut up' glance towards Brian. "You're okay, honestly, we're not going to hurt you, just be quiet and walk." Before he had finished this sentence we had already started walking, quicker than usual but at a respectable pace.

We were walking toward the gyratory, where I could see a huge stretch limo with the darkest tinted windows possible and probably illegal. As we grew closer I could see that that was the destination. My alcoholism, terror and drowsiness caught up with me and I collapsed while walking and felt strong arms wrap around me before I lost consciousness.