Sanity and Vampires (Captured sequel)

Chapter Two PART 3: Attack of the Hungry Vampire

"Hi," Tyson said, smiling at me, "It's been a while, Laurie."

  My hand touched my dyed-red hair, like a ghost. That's when my heart started pounding again. "God."

"What's wrong?"

What's wrong? Was he serious?

His white fangs were still out, and I couldn't stop staring at them. Tyson looked at my long turtleneck and the way it covered every inch of my skin. My neck. My long sweatpants, and how they clung to the flesh of my legs.

  My gaze darted down to my skin. Below my turtleneck, grazing over my shoulders, and arms, and neck, were vampire-bite scars. Disgustingly, Tyson's teeth were all over me. Permanently. I'd been trapped with him for five months, and that was enough for him to make scars on me.

  It was actually sickening, but I preferred his marks to that of Ji and Paul, who still lingered on my back and throughout strange parts of my body. They bit hard, so nearly every mark had turned into a strange mark which I tried to keep hidden. If anyone saw my body, they assumed from the marks that I was a drug addict or something.

  My scars were on fire. All of a sudden, I couldn't stop thinking about them. Darting over my shoulders and my neck and my back and my legs. Tyson, Tyson, Tyson, all over my body.

  I moved backwards. My feet were thin and clasped inside tiny, strappy sandals, which skidded across the cold floor until I was backed against the far wall. The window let in a bizarre halo of light. I breathed in and out and couldn't answer.

  "You're delusional, Laurie," Tyson said.

"No, never," I lied, softly.

"You hurt Aubrey."

"What?" I said, in genuine shock.

"The rest of you Donors are wayward, but you poisoned Aubrey against me. How could you drag a little girl into this, Laurie?"

  "What was I supposed to do? Run away, and leave her there? Alone with you?"

  "You weren't supposed to leave at all."

   Tyson was blocking the exit. As I tremored silently, live, black dots appeared, straight out of nowhere. They covered my vision. And God, then I was blind.

  "Laurie, please. I wasn't the enemy until you decided I was the enemy. There's still time to change things."

  "You're a junkie for blood. You just want to get high off us again."

  "True."

  "Oh, how crass. You won't even deny it."

  He laughed, darkly. "Why would I deny it? I'm a vampire. You know it's true."

  I was breathing hard, roughly. The black was fading from my vision, as sudden as it came.

Tyson still loomed above me, though. My stature was still way too small. I was a little girl in the presence of a wolf.

I took the match out of my pocket, and the tiny wood to light the flame on. Tyson stared at me; still with dull interest.

"You stole a matchbox from downstairs, didn't you?" Tyson said. "Why would you need matches?"

  "To burn you alive," I muttered.

  "That wouldn't work," Tyson laughed. "I'm immortal."

  I laughed, softly. "You're a vampire. A total hypocrite. And I guess you could say, that makes me angry."