The Shadow and The Seer (Jasper x Alice fanfic)

23. Vampirism 101

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Chapter song: Hell and You by Amigo the Devil
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I awoke with my entire body rumbling and tumbling forward before uncomfortable straps at my abdomen and feet jerked and saved me from my fall. The gray, low nylon ceiling was a muted color from the tinted windows and the honk of semi-truck horn confirmed that I was in fact strapped onto the backseat of a car. "What in the heck?" I groaned and cracked my eyes open slowly as a headache from Hell threatened to swallow me whole.

There was an opaque window between the front and the back of the car, completely obscuring me from who was driving. Jerking myself upright and unbuckling the seatbelt at my feet, my heart began to hammer as I remembered the girl who'd snuck into my room. Her blood red eyes reminiscent of a demon.

Try to remember, you idiot! That annoying voice tormented me as I artlessly tried to force open the door handle. As I kept trying, that voice got louder and louder until it was all I could do not to try and smash my head into the window.

Sh-She's going to kill me, so please SHUT UP! I berated myself. But the damn handle wouldn't give, so I eventually settled for crying hysterically against the door. It was exhausting to keep waking up in places where you have no clue what is happening.

"Calm down, you cry-baby." A female voice filtered through the car speakers and once again the girl's blood red eyes flooded my mind.

   It made me freeze like some kind prey animal, like immobility would disable her ability to pay attention to me. It was only after I heard an unladylike snort and AC/DC music fill the car that I slouched over. What was the point of fighting for a life I couldn't remember anyway?

   Shame flooded me when I suddenly remembered Charlie and Jasper. They obviously cared if I didn't return, and it was really selfish to give up just because I didn't remember my worth.

   The music stopped suddenly. "I left some snacks for you under the seat, by the way." Before I could respond in kind to that bizarre accommodation, 'Hell's Bells' started cheerfully resumed its assault on my eardrums.

   Freakishly enough, my kidnapper had selected snacks that sent my toes curling. Oreos with milk were amazing, and it took an embarrassingly lack of self-control on my part to stop once I'd demolished a sleeve and a half of them. It beat Esme's cookies or any other junk food that been supplied to me over the past week. The car slid to a stop once my belly began to protest its treatment and I was a carsick mess.

   The disembodied voice then told me that she'd be dragging me out of the car momentarily.

   At this point in my captivity, I'd calmed down enough to realize that somebody who'd introduced me to Oreos couldn't be all that bad. Or maybe I'd developed super-premature Stockholm syndrome and was being overly optimistic. The door clicked open, and instead of the dark tresses and red eyes that I'd been preparing myself to see, a yellow hazmat mask peered its way into the car. It looked ridiculous on the shoulders of the small girl and made her look like a human-sized bobble head.

"What the hell?" I stared at her, not quite able to make sense of what I was seeing.

"Trust me, it's better than the alternative." Her muffled voice came out dry even as she grabbed my hand and hauled me out of the car with a strength that startled me, "C'mon, we gotta get inside."

She began to tug me towards a dumpy motel that didn't look too sanitary. The sign that dubbed it the Knight Inn flickered in a stereotypical fashion and it didn't take a genius that my kidnapper had seen waaay too many movies; this would be the first place the police checked unless she'd driven far longer than I'd realized.