Unsuspecting Prey

Chapter 02

Surprised at my own agility, I leaped from tree to tree, swiftly returning to my own home, right before the sun rose. I landed at my front door and opened it, kicking off my shoes as I entered my kitchen. I licked my lips, moaning in delight to discover there was still some blood stuck to my lips. I pulled out a bottle of vodka from my refrigerator and sat down at the table, poring myself a shot. 'I hope Richard didn't get a good glimpse of me...' I downed two more shots.

~~~~~~~~Richard POV~~~~~~~~~

What the hell was that?! I rubbed my neck, staring out the window filled both with fear and awe. It looked so beautiful, but the red eyes, and the blood dripping off its' jaw. I felt paralyzed, but I stood and walked to the window. I swear to God that looked just like Paul... I went to my phone and called up the sap. "Hallo, Paul? This might sound stupid, but were in my bedroom just now?"

"Wash yew talkin' 'bout, Reeshard?"

Great, he's drunk. No need to keep talking to him. "Uhm, never mind. Must've just been a very vivid dream." I rubbed my neck where the thing bit me. "Have a nice night." I hung up and sighed. I'm not superstitious. I don't believe in vampires and werewolves and shit like that, but that freaked me out. I walked into my bathroom and examined my neck. There were no visible marks, but I did feel two little bumps. I ran my fingers over the bumps over and over again, trying to figure out if it's just a figment of my imagination. I glanced at the clock and saw it read three am. 'I am pretty tired. I guess it must be.' I turned off the lights and went back to sleep.

I jolted upright after I heard a loud thud. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see who it was. "Fucking hell, Schneider! Are you just getting home?!" I yelled at the man, not caring to see what he broke this time.

"Yes I am. If you MUST know, my car wouldn't start, you wouldn't answer your phone, so I had Till get me since he was closest. I stayed over at his house." I looked out the window and saw a tow truck leaving with the drummer's car on it.

"Oh, sorry." I crossed my arms and stepped forward. "Shit!" I jumped back and fell on my ass.

"Oh yeah, I knocked over a glass."

"Gee, thanks for warning me." I glared at him as I examined my foot. "Get me tweezers or something." I pulled out a large shard of glass. "And a towel!" I yelled as I tried to put pressure on the wound. He swiftly returned with alcohol and the first aid kit.

"I'm sorry about that." He knelt down and examined my foot. "You might need stitches."

"Fuck that, just patch me up best you can." I LOATHE needles. He shrugged and soon fixed me up. He then pulled the dust pan out of the closet and cleaned up the shards, then ran the vacuum, being sure there were no smaller pieces lying around. I stood up and limped to the sofa, lifting my foot and placing it on the coffee table. There was a knock at the door. "Could you get that?"

"Ja." Schneider opened the door. "Hallo, Paul." Our friend walked in with a large smile on his face.

"What's the happy look for?" I asked as he sat down.

"Oh nothing." He kept smirking. His smile then went away and he licked his lips as he examined the bandage. "What, uhm, happened?" He licked his lips again and chewed on his lower lip, just staring at my foot.

"Smart ass broke a glass and forgot to tell me about it." I pointed to Schneider.

"Hey, I warned you about it!" He yelled from the kitchen window.

"Yeah, AFTER I cut myself!" I crossed my arms and focused my attention to the television. I couldn't help but watch Paul out of the corner of my eye. "Why do you keep staring at my foot?"

"I kind of want to see the cut." He smiled.

I let out a chuckle. "You're sick." I pulled my foot up and undid the bandage, placing my foot back on the table.

Paul inhaled through his nose and shivered as he got close. "Mmmm.." He looked closer and opened his mouth, then pulled away. "You need stitches."

"FUCK NO." I put the bandage back on. "You know how me and needles get along. Not well. At all."

"Ja, why do you think he gets the flu so much?" Schneider walked in and sat next me. "Afraid to get the flu shot."

"Do you WANT to be kicked out, Christoph?" I shot him a look that said 'Shut up now or die.'

"Only if you literally kick me." He winked at me. I shivered. Lately, he's been getting pretty frisky.

"I'll do you one better and nuder you. You're way too feisty for your own good." I smirked.

"You guys are SO wierd." Paul threw his hands up, then we all burst out laughing. I caught a glimpse of the guitarist's open mouth and gasped. It WAS Paul!

"Hey, Paul? Can I talk to you in private?"

"Sure." He smiled and I caught a better glimpse of his teeth. I stood up and limped to the kitchen. "So what's up?"

"Show me your teeth."

"What?" His eyes went wide, possibly with fear of being found out.

"Show me your teeth."

"Why?" He bit his lower lip.

"Just show me!" He opened his mouth wide. "Never mind." They were normal. I scratched my head and sighed. "I swear to God I'm seeing things."

He rubbed the back of his head and let out a forced chuckle. "Sounds like you're going insane, Reesh." I nodded my head. I'm going to find out one way or another. I will.