“You know that wont help, Vic.” Thomas said as he put both hands over my mouth. It muffled my screams. I struggled under his arms, scratching, kicking, punching, trying everything to get away from his hard grip. He shushed me, showing me his red eyes, I shut up.
“Theres nothing to be afraid of. Im here now.” He pushed a cloth under my nose, it was soaked with a strong liquid. He hushed me again, and I went under….
“is she really alive?”
“Yes. She’s breathing, I can hear it.”
“Ahw. She smells so good, can I just have a taste?”
I was awaken 의해 Thomas and Mary arguing. They were both standing a few feet from each other, there hands filled with blood.
“I told 당신 not to kill her, I was supposed to get Victoria and 당신 were supposed to get Beth!” Tomas yelled at Mary.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. She smelled so wonderful, and plus, 당신 killed Lizzie!” Mary yelled back at him. Lizzie? Lizzie was dead? Tears rolled down my eyes in unending patterns.
“Okay, well we have to stop doing this, babe. How are we ever going to turn teens for the attack if we keep on eating them?” Thomas told Mary as he licked the blood of her hands. They both shock with laughter. I looked up at the ceiling. Turn? Blood? What where they. Then the thought hit me, like a train reaching its destination. They, both Thomas and Mary, were Vampires. I had to get out. They continued to argue in front of me, not noticing if I were absent. I crawled out of the mattress they had thrown me on. My feet moved at the wrong second. PLING. They both turned, there red eyes on me. Damn. I jumped of, and ran towards the exit.
“Get her.” Thomas yelled. I ran into the street, expecting to hear the patter of feet moving closer. But instead I heard something worse. The patters of foots moving and moving closer to me, gaining and gaining, until I fell on the concrete, and they reached me. I was dead.
My leg was being pulled on, I screamed. How come nobody could here me? There was a snarl, and then a burn went up my leg. I shrieked. This was not the way I wanted to die. I was only sixteen.
“Jon!” Mary shrieked at the boy who’s mouth was on my leg. “Let her go. We don’t need her for that. She’s staying human.”