Vampyres Will Never Hurt You.

Vampyres Will Never Hurt You Chapter 3: If Looks Could Kill....

//Double post today due to the fact I've been neglecting this story far too long. But never fear-- I've been writing for the last couple of weeks and have finally gotten back into business, so yay! Now, on with Chapter 3... 

“Mm…”

I shifted in my spot, snuggling close into the source of warmth, wrapping my arms around the strong yet smooth material. I could hear the sound of ‘Get Lucky’ by Daft Punk (a band I did happen to like) playing in the back ground, and a familiar male voice singing along to it.

Something was moving, no... vibrating underneath me. Was I in a vehicle of some sort? Mm, it seemed to…

I opened my green eyes a little, the first thing coming to sight being the leather seat I was wrapped around. My hearing adjusted, as did my eye sight, and realizing I was in a vehicle of sorts—by the looks of the interior… a muscle car or something? Mm… admittedly, it did kind of seem like it…

Sitting up a little and running my hand through the mess of purple hair, I noticed that it was Way who was singing along to it quietly, tapping along to the beat on the steering wheel as he drove. Realizing I was awake, he flicked his eyes over to me, flashing a slight grin. “Morning, sunshine. You’ve been out for quite a while, but hey. We’re almost there.” He stated, obviously in a happy mood at the moment, before going back to drumming along to the uplifting melody of Daft Punk.

My eyes shift from him to out the window. By the looks of it… fields of green and brown, the occasional housing development or barn showing up as we drove past. It was… admittedly, a lot different to England. Brighter, and less shaded, it seemed. “Sunshine, huh…” I murmured at the odd name. “You have good taste in music.” I quickly stated, looking back over. “Daft Punk is pretty good.” He admitted, nodding twice. “Oh, hey. Nearly there.”

We passed a couple of signs showing our destination before driving straight into towering buildings and bright lights, vehicles everywhere you looked, and… a shitload more people than normally seen in our little city of London.

It was all winding roads full of vehicles and the such, people yelling out and a variety of music being blared all at once, not a pretty thing to hear, but showing that there was a much wider range of different people than our London. Our sweet, innocent London… was fucking quiet compared to this.

A couple jeering turns and sudden squeaking of tires later, and Way had pulled up in front of a tall skyscraper, larger than any building I had ever seen, and a shitload less of fancy than the ones I had been to, period. He got out his side of the car, and I got out the other side, having to duck out of the way as a car screeched around the corner, nearly managing to hit me.

“Fuck!” I yelped, darting backwards quite the bit. Way sighed and pulled me off the road within seconds, and onto the sidewalk. “Come on, you fool. Try not to get yourself killed first day on the job.” He muttered, having to drag me into the building itself to avoid having his newly hired apprentice turned into roadkill. “You can survive an attack with a psychopathic killer, but can’t cross a street without nearly dying. This world is…. Doomed.” “Hey, not entirely doomed! I survived a psychopathic killer, didn’t I?” “Still wondering how you managed that, to be honest.” “Oooh, that was cold.”

The reception room was empty, except for a lady at the front desk with her hair braided into a fishtail. Way showed her some sort of ID, and she gave him a key, then beckoned for me to follow. I nodded slightly and hurried after him, only to stop once again.

“… Hey… Way?”

“Yes X?”

“Are there any stairs to this place?”