A Vampires Pet

The Shop

Picture of Noel above^

"Shhhh Blaire" I tell my fourteen year old sister as the HSS break down our door. Well not our door, whoevers house this was before the world went to shit. I know it will only take acouple of seconds for them to find us so I prepare to fight.

"Got them!" A vampire shouts well he grabs Blaire.

"Let go of my sister you bloodthirsty monster!" I yell as I jump onto his back and yank his hair.

"Not so fast" Out of the blue another vampire grabs my red hair and pulls me off the other vampires back. I squeeze back the tears that threaten to spill.

"No Noel! Blaire screams. Let her go!"

The vampire that has Blaire carried her outside and throws her into a van, then gets into the drivers seat. For a second I thought they were going to drive away but I soon realize I'm going with them too. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Still fighting the vampire that has me, he carries me to the van and throws me in too.

"Blaire, are you okay?" I pull her towards me and I see that she has a cut lip but other then that she seems fine.

"Yea, I'm okay, what about you Noel?"

I brush her hands aside, I can't let her know how much my head hurts.

"Oh I'm fine" I try to reasure her.

We drive in silence for what feels like forever but then I feel the van stop and I hear doors being opened.

"Are we going to fight them?" Blaire looks at me with her blue eyes and I wish mom was hear to help us.

"We will never stop fighting, no matter what happens to ether of us we have to stay strong"

The doors to the van open and Blaire and I lunge at our captors, kicking and punching. I soon realize it doesn't hurt when I punch them, they are still cold and they don't bruise but when I strike it doesn't break my hands.

They pin our arms and legs together and carry us into the pet shop. I try to catch a look at Blaire but she is facing away from me and all I see is her black leggings and brown combat boots.

Once we are inside the two vampires toss us into two separate small cages and lock the doors. Atleast we are right by each other I think.

I notice the other girls to. There are about twenty girls all different ages but all in small cages just like us. For a second I am looking for the boys but then I realize they would be in another room.

Suddenly a face is right against my cage and I growl once I notice the red eyes.

"So pretty, you better get that scowl off your face though I wouldn't want to mark up your face right before a show" With that he gets up and starts setting up chairs infront of a small old stage. I glacé away and start to bite my nails. It's a bad habit that I have been trying to break but I just can't.

Then a thought clicks into my head, if the owner is setting of chairs that means there is going to be a show. My day just got a whole lot worse.