Why Dont You Just Drop Dead?

6

Patrick talks for a while, no information about why Im here or what is happening.

"Patrick... What youre talking about is great, but I kind of want..." I wave my arms around. "this sorted out."

"Oh, sorry. I got a little carried away. You see, these guys dont enjoy a good conversation."

"And I wont until I understand what the fuck is happening!"

"Okay. Calm down. Give me a moment."

He stand up and walks across and out the room, to what ever is out and through. I take the chance to walk around the room. I walk into the kitchen area and poke around the cupboards. I lift up the glass bottle.

"Hey, girl, duck." Pete says.

"What?" I ask.

"Duck!" He yells and I trust him.

I fall to a crouch, a stake whips above my head, impaling the wall.

"Firstly, why?" I ask standing.

Another stake whips past my hair, pinning my pony tail to the wall.

"Secondly, why?" I ask again.

Pete walks over and sits on the counter top in front of me. The counter is awkwardly close to where Im pinned to the wall. He leans forward, sniffing the air. The concoction still on his breath, I try to not choke.

"Trust is important. You seem to have common sense and speed... Can you do self defence?"

I squint, confused with what he is trying to get at. "Yes?"

He leans in close to me, brushing my hair from my neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Trust me." Weirdly, I do.

I can feel his breath, heavy on my neck.

"Pete! No eating the guest!" Patrick is back.

Pete hops back, giving me a glance before sitting on the sofa.

"Yeah, Im sorry about that. Let me help you."

He forcefully rips the stakes out the wall, setting them lightly on the table.

"So, where was I?"

I brush myself down, settling on the sofa, next to Patrick. I wrap my arms around myself, it seems to be the only thing physically keeping me together.

"We cant let you go, in the fear that you will bust the whole community. But you staying inside forever is not a good idea. So, what if you trained to be-"

"Thats ridiculous." Pete interupts.

"I havent even been suggested the notion yet." I say quietly.

"Its either that or staying inside until you rott and die." Patrick raises his hands.

I look from Pete to Patrick and back again. They are communicating with their eyes and I dont understand.

"Okay, well, its late. Im going to go to sleep." Patrick murmurs.

He stands and walks towards the doors.

"Oh, wait. Do you want a blanket or something?"

I assume Im taking the sofa. I nod and Patrick gives me a blanket.

"Sleep well." He leaves.

I smile his way before sitting down on the sofa.

So, Im stuck here... For ever? I laugh to myself, this is such a joke, and lie down on the sofa. I pull the blanket over me. I take a breath and close my eyes.

"Goodnight world." I whisper to myself.

"Goodnight." The husky voice says.

I open my eyes and meet with Petes. I try not to flinch. He shoots me a wide smile.

"Do you ever sleep?" I ask, a little bit annoyed by now.

He shrugs, sitting on the other side of the sofa.

"Vampires dont sleep." He says.

"What do you do all night?" I ask.

"Hunt, play card games with myself, have a cup of tea, a glass of wine!"

I sense sarcasm.

"No, I mean... I dont do a lot. I sometimes go out and hunt... Its not interesting."

He stands and walks across the room. I loose sight of him so I close my eyes again.

I wake up again, its dark and cold. I pull the blanket over me, trying to stifle the shivering. There is a breeze coming from the crack in the door. I curl up into myself, wrapping myself even tighter in my blanket. I tell myself that the shaking will make me warmer. I think thats a lie.

Suddenly, something big and warm is laid ontop of me, another blanket. I smile, pulling it into me. There is a husky laugh as I snuggle into the blanket.

***

I get woken by the light early in the morning, well, that and the loud sound of the blender. I stretch, sitting up, and peer over at Pete, who is blending up his awful concotion.

I fold up the blankets, putting the at the edge of the sofa. What fun will I be having today?

Andy walks out and slumps on the sofa. He turns to me, makes eye contact and faces away again. I keep looking at him awkwardly as he pretends Im not there. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to explain why he is being so awkward.

"Youve met Andy? Best friends by now, I bet?" Pete smirks, sitting down on the table.

He is taking the piss.

"Im suprised you arent making out youre so close." 

I shoot him a look filled with venom and he grins.

"So. Are you guys not going to tell me about the magic bottle?" I say, purposely focusing on Pete in an attemp to annoy him.

He sobers up. Apparently not.

"Does anyone want to explain this vampire thing, because to be honest, if Im stuck here to die, it may aswell be with knowledge of who Im dying with."

Pete and Andy share a look. "Tell us your name first."

I stand up, enraged. "Im not here because I chose to be. Im here because you kidnapped me!" I yell.

"Ladies, ladies, dont panic! The Joe man is here." Joe walk out from behind me, raising his hands.

We all shoot him a look that makes him shut up.

I cross my hands tightly across my chest, tapping my foot.

"Do you want to give me any information? Am I ever going to be allowed to leave this hell hole?" I say, quieter.

"Yes and maybe." Andy says.

"Go on then, enlighten me."

I go to sit down on the sofa but end up almost sitting on Pete. He forcefully pushes me off him. His forces knocks me onto Joe, who pushes me off him. I decide that standing would be better. I stand opposite Andy and wait for a reply.

"Do I have to try and break my way out?"

"We kill vampires, you wouldnt last a moment, and he is a vampire."

I shrug, I can do self defence.