A Vampires Life: A Michael Jackson Fan-Fiction

Chapter 13 [edited]

Warning
Swearing

Fuck me, this is bad!' I mentally screamed. My room- well Kamii's living room to be exact, probably has around 100 tree's worth of paper scattered around it.

I'm fed up, I leaned back in my chair as I released a heavy sigh.

One day! Already been a day and I STILL have no ideas on how to get Kamii back.

You know what? Fuck that cryptic blood zombie of a vampire that calls himself 'Dracula.'

All he had to do was write down where she was, he's not exactly telling me where she is.

But no, he wants to be cryptic? Fuck him.

I don't normally swear, at least I don't think I do. I do try not to swear, I feel swear words are 'angry words.' But there are times, very few times, where I'm so angry, I can't help but swear.
This is one of those times. He has, pardon my words, pissed me off. Greatly.

I don't know what I can do anymore.

Kamii POV

"Here, have something to eat, darling." Ashton said as he gently placed a plate of chicken and mash in front of me

"No." I dismissed as I pushed it back towards him

"Are you not hungry? Would you like something small instead? How about a chocolate pop tart?" He tried to reason to get me to eat. Now, no I'm not on a 'hunger strike,' I could never do that. I love food too much. I just don't particularly want anything from him.

"What I would like is for you to let me go home. This is kidnap and its illegal."

Ashton sighed, "you don't love him, you love me. You're just confused. I want to work past this, we can start again. If you don't want to eat, that's fine, I'll just try again later." Ashton smiled as he stood and left the room. Is it just me or is every guy the same, can't accept the answer no?

"Father, you said she'd open up after a while!" Ashton shouted behind the closed door. Dracula, the blood demon, has decided to take residence in Ashton's 'secret hideaway' to make sure the 'game is fair.' This isn't a game, it's not fair. That's what this is.

I scoffed at his outburst, he wishes, I'm not opening up to that weirdo after he kidnaps me!

Dracula walks into the room and sat across from me. He sat for a go five minutes just staring like he's trying to think of what to say.

This is creepy.

"Kamii, my son... is a little upset. Please try to be a little kinder to him," he said before giving off an uncomfortable smile, the smile where the person isn't used to having to deal with this type of situation. And doesn't what to deal with this type of situation.

"Why should I? He's a-" Dracula suddenly had a stern look on his face, obviously not going to like what I was going to say at the end. He stood up and sighed and left gently closing the door behind him.

"He's a cunt." I quickly whispered. To my surprise the door opened again, "Agree," then shut again.

Okay, I'm genuinely confused now. I'm leaving, if a girl can't get rescued, then she's got to rescue herself.

Michael's POV

'What can I do?' I thought as I'm sitting spinning on Kamii's burly chair.

This is actually kind of fun...

Kamii's house phone rang. I swirled the swirly chair slowly around. The chair stopped facing it. On the screen of the house phone had a withheld number.