Why Dont You Just Drop Dead?

10

"Throw it. Go on then." Petes chocolate eyes coax me into throwing a stake at a dummy.

I turn and whip my hand, hitting the dummy in the chest with a thump. There are quiet oohs from the guys.

"Can you run and duck and stuff? Dodge and throw?" Andy asks.

I shrug. Ive never tried.

"Before you try. How did you get in the hands of William?" Patrick asks.

"He... He..." I cant word what he did. "I walked up to him because I was drawn to him and then I just..." I splutter.

"Pat." Pete says quietly. "This."

He lifts up his hands and points at my eyes. Im suddenly locked on him. He beckons and I stumble over. He puts his hand, slack, over my shoulder. He shrugs. He is warm and comfy.

"You see? In a click of a finger." He snaps his fingers and Im back.

I take his arm off my shoulder, crossing my arms. I look at the floor.

"I see." Patrick muses.

"Now can I shoot painballs at her whilst she stabs dummies?" Pete grins.

A minute later Pete has a paintball gun and the guys are lined up on the wall.

"Spear it, right? And dodge my bullets."

"This seems a little severe?" I question his motives.

"No. Now, go!"

He voice scares me as I pull up the hood, running out. A whoosh sounds by my ear as a paintball passes me.

"Pete! Dont aim for the head!" Patrick sighs.

I throw a couple of stakes at the dummy. One of them misses and hits the head.

"Duck!" Joe yells.

I trust him ducking onto the floor. A paintball whizzes over my head. From the floor I roll to standing, throwing stakes as I go along.

"Careful!" Thats Andy.

A paintball skims past me and I swear quietly.

I throw a stake with a grunt, swinging my arm violently.

I can hear Pete sniggering as I start to run out of breath. 

I run across again and with a yell I swing another couple of stakes. One of them misses. Someone tuts. I bet its Pete. I have 3 stakes left. My breath is fast and shallow as I take off yet again across the front.

"Go right!" Thats Joe.

I jump to the right, swinging my arms. Ive run out of stakes. I stop and turn around with a grin. I put my hands on hip hip, stopping rotating to face them.

"Be careful!" Andy yells.

I dont have time to duck as something collides with my face.

***

I hold the ice pack to my face, crossing my other arm over my chest. Tears are stained on my cheeks and Pete was sent to his room.

"So sorry about that. Are you okay?" Patrick asks.

I dont reply, tracing my gaze to the floor.

"Petes a bit of a dick." Joe says, a trace of humor in is voice.

"You didnt get hit otherwise. You have potential." Andy says.

I have potential. Great diffusion of the situation Andy.

"You will probably only have a black eye."

"Probably." Joe murmurs.

I sigh, standing up. You know that if they take you out to fight you could escape. I let a gasp leave my lips. Good idea.

"Would I go with you to your next vampire mission?" I try to not seem sly.

"Yeah. Youre with us next time." Patrick says, playing with his gun.

I take the seat again. I cant wait to escape.

"Talking of..." Patricks mumbles, lifting his phone up to his face.

I cant help but grin as Patricks sense of alarm rises. I stand, ready to go and fight.

"43 street. Andy grap Lacey a weapon or two. Pete! Lets go!"

I drop the ice pack in the sink and Andy hands me the cape.

"I have my sword so..." Andy meets my eyes with a smile.

I slip it on, following them outside. Its night. I havent been out for a few days, or seen real light. The outside i really nice, I missed it...

I get lead into the car. They still seem wary of letting me out of their sight.

"Who do I kill." I ask, breaking the silence.

The silence returns as I wait for an answer.

"The vampires." Pete grunts. "But not me."