I sat there still, hands still tied together while the three of them argued about whether or not if they should untie me. I was finally done with waiting.
"Alright. You all may be vampires and can't get any older, but I'm not getting any younger. Make up your minds." I said. They all looked at me as if I was crazy.
"Let you go? Who's to stay you're not going to kill us?" The gentleman looking one said.
"Sebastian-" Emerson was stating before I cut him off.
"Right, cause it'll make sense to kill someone in a room full of four people." I snapped back, next thing I knew there was a hand across my face.
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Eventually I was untied, thank god, but I was still under a close eye. They clearly weren't going to let me go, but for some reason I didn't want to leave. I was still terrified out of my guts, let me tell you. Being in a room with three guys, let alone them being vampires was terrifying. I didn't know what was going to happened or what they were gonna do.
I sat there, on the floor, tapping my foot repetitively.
"Can you stop?" Asked Sebastian.
"Jesus Christ do you need to bitch about everything?" I retorted while rolling my eyes. I heard Remington laugh, I smirked. Sebastian scoffed.
"What you're doing is annoying." Sebastian stated.
"See? You're bitching again." I said, another laugh came from Remington.
"I love this" he said through giggles. Sebastian stormed off to his room, clearly irritated by Remington and I.
The later it became, the more tired I got. I didn't want to sleep because lord knows what would happen, but I was so tired. I was lying on the wooden floor, my eyes were slowly closing but then I would open them up again, I repeated this process too many times before I gave up and let myself fall asleep.
I dreamt of one thing that night, and it was my own death. It just replayed over and over until I woke up. The blood being sucked out of my body like a grape becomes a raisin was just a terrific thing. Luckily, I woke up just fine the next morning.
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Teen FictionFor almost as long as I can remember my parents were vampire hunters. Them being able to kill them with a swift stab in the heart or holy water, whatever they felt like. My entire life I've been trained to kill these things, survive, and hunt them. ...
