I awake, groggy, to the sound of whimpering. Darren has Molly pinned to the ground. The faceless man with her is presumably unconscious on the floor. "Good fighters." Darren grunts, sound very satisfied. "You guys really do need some form of tae kwon do, this is becoming ridiculous." "Well we don't have super vampire strength." Molly hisses, not looking at me, "And that's another thing. We are not vampires, that doesn't make any sense. Am I sparkly, Fae? Am I incredibly pale? I think not." Molly looks at me, finally. "Kerry." She murmurs, "Do you know what this monster is? Do you realize what he does to people?" her voice is shocked, "Yes." I croak, "He is going to EAT you." "I was. But your sister here had other plans. The new blood using the cellphone was-" "No. My sister can't be one of you!" Molly bellows, struggling. "Y'know, you're quite pretty. Almost as pretty as your sister. Maybe I'll keep you, and eat your friend." Darren smiles, and he looks like he very well might grow fangs. Molly blanches, "No! I'd rather you kill me." "I would, gladly. But not in front of the children, or my mate." His eyes slide up to meet mine. Even I'm shocked by the statement. Molly looks like she could be sick. "Kerry...no..." Molly bellows, "Anything but that..." "You're a day late, Molly." I mutter, walking over to Darren, "Let her go." "But she was going to kill you-" "Just do it." "Yeah, just let her die." One of the twins, Violet I assume, snarls. Darren looks at me uncertainly, but lets her go. Molly stands up immediately and runs to me, embracing me. "Oh Kerry..." "Oh Molly..." The guy on the ground moans and stirs, "Travis!" Molly releases me and hurries to his aid. Travis has a mess of dark hair a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his blood, "Relax. He's fine." Darren waves a hand at them, Molly glares at him, "There has to be a cure." "A cure? For what?" "For vampirism." Darren rolls his eyes, "There is, of course. Just kill her and she'll go to the Other." "I can't kill her!" "You're screwed, then." He shrugs.
The whole story sort of sums up how I feel but that's not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say that the story is great and that it would be cool to see what happens next and stuff like that. Keep writing
Been feeling a little...meh lately. I'll type something up. "Molly." Travis murmurs as he awakens, his green eyes flying open. Darren hovers protectively behind me, one hand on my shoulder. Violet and Hazel are peaking out from behind him. Molly insisted we lay him down on the bed, and after some grumbling from Darren, we managed to get the guy on. He was huge. Six foot something, at least. He didn't look fat, but he weighed quite a bit. Darren refused to touch him. "He's been trying to kill me for years. Me. Me specifically. The bastard. He gets an A for stalking, though. Monitors everything I do. Monitors the people who I live by, I swear he's hooked up to some sort of satellite. I'm not touching the ****er. He might get a chubby just from contact." I simply adore the man's reasoning. Travis sits up rapidly, eyes blazing as he stares at Darren in disgust. He reaches for the gun in his pocket. "Molly, where's my gun?" "Over there, hot stuff. Did you really think we were going to let you keep a gun? After you tried pulling it? I don't think so." Darren snorts, tightening his grip on my shoulder. Travis's eyes travel down to his hand. "Protective of that one, eh?" He says, touching my hand. Darren glowers at him. "Travis, that's my sister." Molly says, tears in her eyes. It's his turn again to looked stupefied. "Oh god, not this again." Violet and Darren both groan. "There has to be a cure!" Darren looks like he's about to explode. He slinks to the far end of the room, the twins soon thereafter. "None." Molly whispers, despair creeping into her voice. "You two really are dramatic." I mutter, fed up with this as well. "Dramatic? He killed you!" "If not me, someone else. People die every day." Molly is rendered speechless. "How can you say that?" "Because its true." "But they're killing people!" "We kill thousands of animals." "That's different! They're animals." "No it's not. We're animals too!" "But we're humans!" "So?" "That makes us different-" "How can we be better? We're all just animals." "But-" "This conversation is stupid." Travis interrupts. "It's obvious. We have to kill her." Darren steps forward, eyes alarmed. I look back at him, hoping I pass for reassuring. "But we can't. She's my sister." "Yes we can. Just give me my gun." "Don't I get a say in this?" "No." Travis rises, to promptly be knocked out by an angry Darren. "He seems to forget I'm standing right here." Darren grumbles and puts a protective arm around me. "No one hurts my new blood." He mutters sullenly into my hair. I roll my eyes, "I'm not yours." "Yes you are." Darren says, "If I say you're mine, you're mine."