Kidnapped by vampires happy b'day to me
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Chapter two
Liz POV
I couldn't believe this I was being forced to go shopping by my best friend and he was taking forever it must be nearly midnight and he bought me a black short and ruffled skirt and a silk blood red blouse to go with it. Hmm I think I shall go and leave him here if he's not back in two minutes.
Three minutes later...
I started to walk away but I heard Dan call my name out so I started to run instead but of course Dan was faster than me after all I was seven inches shorter than him. He tackled me to the ground leaving me breathless. "Get off me!" I screamed at him while my face showed fake pain. But he bought it. He got off me "Sorry, sorry, sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I meant it to be a joke!" he gushed and the look on his face was priceless I burst out laughing. "Oh Liz you know you shouldn't do that." He sighed in relief. "Come on lets go."
Home (Still Liz's POV)
I walked into the lounge room feeling better than I have in months. I stopped dead in the middle of walking through the door frame when I saw Jake! But then I realised something about his expression is off.....
Jake's POV
My bitch of a sister walked in the room she looked happy but then she caught site of me and her expression turned to one of shock, to happy to worry. If she thinks she can fool me with that fake worry she can just stuff it up her ass. I knew what really went on behind that pretty face of hers she was a bitchy whore. "YOU BITCH YOU KILLED THEM YOU WANTED THEM DEAD AND NOW THEY ARE! IT'S! ALL! YOUR! FAULT!" I screamed at her. She looked hurt, terrified, confused but agony tinted all those emotions. She's become a better actress then before but it didn't fool me. "W-w-w-hat I didn't want them dead I loved them, I love you." She whimpered taking a step forward. If I didn't know her so well I would have fallen for that act in seconds I bet aunt and uncle did. "STOP LYING TO ME I KNOW YOU KILLED THEM! I KNOW YOUR GLAD THEY'RE DEAD! AND I KNOW YOU LOVE MAKING MY LIFE HELL!" She ran up the stairs tears streaming down her face. The whore deserved everything she gets actually she deserved more than someone yelling at her she deserved to die.
Liz POV
"STOP LYING TO ME I KNOW YOU KILLED THEM! I KNOW YOUR GLAD THEY'RE DEAD! AND I KNOW YOU LOVE MAKING MY LIFE HELL!" He screamed at me. I couldn't take it anymore he said I killed them I already knew I killed them I killed mum and dad and their unborn child. I did it and I knew it. It was my entirely my fault but he didn't have to make me feel worse. I went to my room and packed I would leave tonight I don't care if it's one in the morning I couldn't be here while my brother was here he hated me too much for me too bare. I chucked in everything I had duffle bag and ran out the door slamming it behind me. I ran to my car and chucked my bag in the back while jumping over the car door. (Did I mention I had a Mustang convertible for my first car?) I sped down the road deciding I wanted a drink or two. I found a bar and by the time I was stumbling towards the parking lot I had at least a couple of shots to drink.
I was not that drunk just a little bit tipsy because I could still walk. Pushing past the back doors into the staff parking area I felt there was something wrong I just didn't know what I walked faster but it only made me clumsier. I was walking through the park because I parked a few blocks away. I tripped over something under my foot but I couldn't see what I was too tired I just got up not bothering to see what I tripped over it was probably just a root or something and walked away. The grass under my feet felt different to what the grass was two seconds ago it felt damper than before. I looked down and shone the light of my phone onto the grass; I so did not expect to see what I saw. The ground was covered in this dark red liquid probably blood, I looked forward and saw something laying there in the grass it looked to my disgust like a arm I walked closer yep it was defiantly an arm. I took a deep breath for the first time and the smell of blood hit me with such force I felt a little sick but it wasn't that bad. I looked around me for the first time I noticed I was standing in a crime scene or soon to be crime scene. There were body parts everywhere and the occasional person with their throats slit. The people with their throats slit looked like kids just a bit younger than me. Not too far from my left I saw movement, I cautiously walked over there what I saw was a guy ripping out another guy's throat with his teeth. I turned on my heel about to run when something hit me over the head just hard enough to make me crumble to the ground and black out.
