Why Dont You Just Drop Dead?

5

I dont do anything, clever me. I sit and watch as everyone starts attacking each other. The grip is released from my shoulder as he runs into attack. I take the oppertunity to stand, running to the back wall.

"Okay! Okay! Just take them!" The vampire with the fur coat shouts, putting his hands up.

I feel Andys hand on my back, pushing me out the door. He slowly pushes me out and into the road where he stops, waiting for the others.

"You alright?" He asks, not really paying attention.

"Sure what ever." He isnt listening.

His eyes dart around, hand on my arm. The other guys come out and stand around, in a huddle.

"So, what is your plan?" They ask me.

"Can I call the police on them? Im highly considering it." I say, trying not to panic.

"Firstly, calm down." Pete says, "Secondly, you are not calling the police."

"Why not?" I raise my arms in protest.

"Because they wont believe you and every vampire will be after you. Look, we cant afford to let you out into the real world right now."

"Im free now, I can do what I want."

Pete and the one with sideburns share a look. This time I dont see it coming as they tackle me to the floor. Bodies piled on top of me, suffocating me slow. Hands are everywhere and I can barely think. I let out a loud scream, making them stop squirming onto of me.

"Get off me!" I yell.

Slowly, to my suprise, they climb off me. As Pete, the last person, gets off, he lifts me with him, swinging me over his shoulder. I slam my hands on his back but he doesnt even seem to notice. He walk somewhere, I cant see where we are going. Andys friend with dark brown hair walks behind Pete, watching me blonde hair swing close to the floor.

"Im Joe. I think we are going to be seeing each other a lot so I may awell get to know who you are." He says.

I consider a reply for a few seconds.

"Whats your name?"

He tilts his head to try and see me upside down.

"Fine then."

Suddenly Im dropped into the black car. Andy and Joe sit either side of me, cornering me in.

My life is messed up, this is messed up. I have the sudden urge to cry, so I sit with my head between my knees to try and stop it. Ive been passed between several parties in the last 24 hours, almost eaten twice, carried and thrown around several times. This is not cool.

I dont notice tears drip onto my shoes until a hand is placed onto my back. To cover up the awkward sound of my sobbing, someone puts on the radio, Hate To See Your Heart Break- Paramore.

I just want to go home and pretend this never happened.

A husky voice in the front starts singing along.

***

It is awkward as I sit on the sofa waiting for someone to take the first step, and talk. They surround me and I curl my legs up to my chest.

"What do you want with me." I say quietly.

"To be honest, we dont." Pete huffs.

"You just arent safe to be back in society yet." The one with sideburns says.

"So, make the use of the time you have and enjoy yourself." Pete crosses his arms.

Enjoy myself? Are they mad?

"Now, tell us your name."

My name is one of the only things they dont know about me, I need to keep it that way. I shake my head.

"Okay, fine. Tell us when you want to. Are you hungry?"

The food is probably poisoned or something. I shake my head.

"Tired?"

I shake my head.

Pete huffs. The one with the side burns takes a better approach.

"Im Patrick," He says, "thats Joe, Andy, and... Pete. We have no need to hurt you yet."

The little yet puts me on edge.

"Look, interact when you want, us guys are going to watch a movie."

They all sit on the sofa, around and besides me. Patrick puts on a movie and within moments they have moved from interogating me to watching a quiet movie.

I hug around my knees and look around the dark room. One direction is a kitchen, the other leads to a bedroom, or two, I dont know. I decide to watch the movie. Suprise, its a vampire movie, and Ive seen it. I try and keep awake but after what has happened recently I cant. I let my head lul onto someone shoulder.

***

My neck feels horrible as I sit up properly. I put my hand over my mouth, I fell asleep on Patricks shoulder.

"Sorry." I mumble.

"Its fine," He looks up from his book, "I wouldnt have been going anywhere anyway."

I look over at what he is writing. I can barely read a few words before he closes it.

"Do you want food?" He asks. "Im hungry myself."

I dont say anything, just following him across to the kitchen.

"Just ignore him, he is making... A special mix."

Pete is blending and cooking stuff that looks nothing like what I would eat. He puts onions in the blender that is a bright red colour. I try not to gag, the stench is disgusting and it looks like vomit. I flinch when Patrick touches my shoulder.

"Here, good old chicken sand-wedge."

I smile and inspect it before taking a bite. I didnt realise how hungry I was until now. I devour it in under a minute. I take a seat back on the sofa and lean on my knees.

Pete drops a few drops of the nail polish liquid into the blender and it fizzes. I bite on my lip, what is it?

"So... Your going to be here for a while... We may aswell get well aquainted." Patrick says, forcing me to turn back.