A/n this chapter's song is Smokin' by Boston :)
I awoke to a dripping noise and a weird stench. When I opened my eyes, the room was dark, but it wasn't hard to see once my eyes had focused. I was in some kind of barn, I thought. The floors were a bit wet. It was humid, and my hair was plastered to my forehead. I was tied up against a wooden pole. My wrists hurt so much. The dripping continued. I looked a bit closer at my surroundings and say hay, tied up sacks and nothing more. Except for Niall, who also had his hands tied around a pole. It looked like he was coming to.
"Niall," I said in a low voice. "Niall, what's going on?"
"Looks like we were captured," Niall grunted.
No kidding, I thought.
All of a sudden, the barn doors opened and in walked the leeches who captured us. They strolled over to us slowly, looking like predators who were stalking their prey.
"Look at this," the Jennifer drawled. "They're awake."
"Let's have some fun, shall we?" Marcus said.
"What the hell do you want?" Niall spat.
"Aw, going straight to business?" the female vampire said. "I thought we'd have a small chat and some tea first. The weather's gloomy, isn't it?" So that's why the barn is damp. It was raining.
"Cut the crap, Jennifer. You're working for the King of Hell, aren't you?"
"Now why would we do that? All that king is is a piece of conceited trash. The Devil's play toy thing. We want nothing to do with him."
"Then why are you keeping us here?" I asked. And how are we getting out of here? I thought to myself. Then I remembered I had a small pocket knife in my jeans' back pocket. I managed to take it out and started to.saw the rope that had my wrists bound.
"We're forming a pack," Marcus said. "So far it's only the two of us. So, it's going to be the four of us."
"What do you say?" Jennifer asks rhetorically. "You'll get all the freedom you'd want."
"Thanks, but no thanks," Niall replied mockingly. "We've got some business to do. If you want to stay alive, I suggest you let us go."
"Nice try, blondie," Marcus laughed. "You're going nowhere."
"He's not kidding, you know," I butted in. "If we don't hit the road the King of Hell will find a way to start the apocalypse. Every single being that walks the earth now will either be dead or hunted by the king's little posy. Including you."
"Listen here, Missy," he said as he came as close to my face as possible. His breath reeked of blood. "If you think we don't know what's happening, you're wrong. And we know exactly who you are. So the quicker you let us do this, the quicker we will let you go. We just want to create a family." As he said this, the rope in was cutting finally let go of my wrists.
"I don't think so," I said with a smirk. Then, lashed out at him with my knife and cut him deep on his cheek, leaving a long scar oozing blood. It ended up that Niall, also freed himself and was now tackling Marcus. Meanwhile, Jennifer jumped me and we were now rolling around on the ground. I kept trying to punch her in the face and kick her in the groin, while she was going for my neck. Instead of just two of her front teeth being sharp, all of them were. It was pretty scary, but I had to kill her. I heard Niall holler my name, and that distracted me for a second. But just that lost second was dangerous. Because at that exact moment Jennifer sunk her razor sharps into my neck. I screamed out in pain as her fangs sank deeper into my flesh.
The next thing I knew she was whacked off of me and I was freed. Niall stood beside me with a long wooden stick, his chest heavily rising and falling. That looked so attractive.
"Robin," he said to me, "are you alright?" Niall's facial expression showed concern. He took my arm and helped me up. Unfortunately for me, I could barely stand, so I just slipped back to the ground. Niall had to catch me before I actually fell. "Robin, did she bite you?" I nodded my head weakly. I felt dizzy, and my vision was blurring. Then everything went dark around me once again.
I woke up on a bed with a hard mattress. The television was on, its volume sounding softly in the background. When I raised my head and looked around, I noticed that I was in the motel Niall and I were staying at.
"You're awake," Niall said. He was sitting at the high coffee table, looking through a book.
"What happened?" I asked. My neck was throbbing. The last thing I remembered was that Jennifer bit me and Niall knocked her out.
"Jennifer bit you," he explained. "I knocked her off of you, and you fainted. I'm guessing that since she didn't drink any of your blood, she tried Turning you."
"How long was I out?" Oh my god, I felt horrible.
"A few hours."
"She Turned me?"
"Lucky for you, there's a cure. But it won't be pleasant."
"I'll do whatever it takes. What is it?"
"You need to drink Jennifer's blood," Niall said. "You won't be feeling well for a few days. Which means we will have to stay here a bit longer."
"How are you even sure there's a cure?" I asked.
"In my dad's journal. It says, 'The cure for vamprirism is for the newly Turned vampire to drink the blood of his or her parent.' That's the vampire who bit you. 'It will only work if the new vampire has not yet fed on human blood.'"
"Okay. But wait, how do we get the blood?" As I spoke I heard my words being slurred a bit. It felt like I had a hangover.
"Well, Jennifer is dead. But, it's a good thing that I managed to extract her blood after beheading her. Here, drink from this goblet."
"What's in it?" I asked. "Besides vampire blood, that is."
"An old family recipe," Niall said. "It's better not knowing."
"What's supposed to happen after I drink it?"
"Let's find out."
It kind of worried me that he didn't know what was supposed to happen after I drank it. What if I choked and died? Or worse? What if it didn't work? Heck, how were we supposed to know if it worked or not?
Here goes nothing, I thought. I took a deep breath and let it out before putting my lips to the rim of the goblet. I began to drink the liquid, and almost spit it out. It was so repulsive, ugh. But I kept going. I didn't want to be stuck a vampire, and I knew that this was the only better option of the three. The other ones were being a vampire for all eternity and death. I would've rather died than be a vampire, but I was too young to lose my life. Others would have thought that I was crazy for not choosing to be a vampire, but I was pretty sure I wanted to stay human. Being immortal meant watching your loved ones die around you, while you were there for every single death, wishing that was you so you wouldn't have to suffer the pain of every single person close to you dying. You would live alone, and any new friend you made would also die before you. I guess you could've said I did a lot of thinking during Twilight.
When I drank all of the antidote, I waited a few seconds to see if anything would happen. After five seconds, I said, "Nothing happened. Are you sure that y—"
But I didn't get to finish my question because I felt something rise up in the back of my throat. I quickly rose up from my chair and ran to the bathroom. When I got to the toilet, I began to vomit black bile like a waterfall. My stomach hurt and I felt light headed. I kept my hands clenched at my stomach. It lasted for about twenty seconds, but they were one of the worst twenty seconds of my life. When it was over, I slumped to the floor out of lack of energy and began to breathe heavily, trying to catch my breath. I felt like I just ran ten miles.
"Robin!" Niall exclaimed when I hit the white tiled floor. "Are you okay?"
"I feel like I just lost twenty pounds," I said with a wince as Niall helped me up.
"Do you need to stay here a bit more?"
"No, I'm good. I just want to go lay down." He helped me over to one of the beds carefully. With his arms around me, I felt his strong muscles against my arms and back. I smelled his minty aroma around me and it made me dizzy, only in a good way. I've realized lately how I would notice these small things about Niall, and they would definitely make butterflies appear in the pit of my stomach. I didn't exactly how I felt right about now, but I really hoped that I would figure it out soon.
Niall layed down with me on the bed, and as he flipped through the channels on the television he found reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I loved this show, and I'm guessing Niall liked it too because he left it on. He put an arm around me and watched the show with me. So much has happened in one day. And it totally wore me out. I was sure that Niall was as tired as I was. Because the last ting I remember before drifting off to sleep is his cheek on my head and soft snoring escaping his lips.
It has been three days since I was bitten by a vampire and then cured. Those three days I've been feeling pretty sick due to the cure. It was awful. Niall and I had to stay at the motel in Upshur this entire time while I was getting better, and I felt such guilt because I intuited as if I was the cause to delaying the mission. Well, I was, in a way. If I would have stayed behind in the car while Niall went to take care of the vampires, this wouldn't have happened. But as I thought about it more, I realized that there was no way Niall could've taken care of those bloodsuckers alone, no matter how strong he was. He probably would have died. Or Turned. The thought of that happening to Niall killed me inside, so I put the contrite feeling aside. But yet there was a small bit of guilt still eating away at me. The only good thing was that I got to eat the strawberry pancakes from the diner all three days.
After I got better we progressed on our journey to San Antonio. This time we stopped at Rockcastle County, Kentucky, for lunch. We found a small, cozy diner where we could eat. There were a few small televisions set up and the news was on on all of them. Niall and I watched one of them as we ate our burgers and fries. In the middle of the weather forecast, my phone erupted in song. I didn't really have to look at the caller ID to see who it was. I already new it was my dad because of the Rolling Stones' Paint It Black. I decided that I wouldn't answer it. I didn't want to hear him ranting on about how I deliberately disobeyed him and my mother. For all I know, it could have been my mom trying to call from his phone since I've been ignoring her phone calls for the past three days.
"Are you going to answer that?" Niall asked me.
I sighed before saying that I won't. "I don't want to hear his rant."
"How do you know he's going to rant?"
"It might be my mom."
"So, she'll tell me how stupid I am for doing this and that when I come home I will be grounded and won't be able to do the things I barely have time for anyway. Even though I'm eighteen."
"I still think you should answer," Niall reasoned. "You never know if something could happen."
I processed this in my mind and realized he was right. What if they were being interrogated by demons? What if they were being tortured? Oh, no, I couldn't think of anything like that happening to Dylan. I would never let them get to him.
I grabbed my phone and immediately called my dad back. He picked up right away.
"Robin?" he answered.
"Dad, is everything okay?" I asked, worry evident in my voice.
"Yes, everything's fine. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, dad."
"You wouldn't pick up your mother's calls," he said. "We were worried that something happened. Where are you?"
"I'm eating lunch with Niall," I said. "We're in Kentucky."
"Okay. Can you please put Niall on the line?"
I handed the phone over to Niall, and he took it right away.
"Hello, sir," he said. "....Okay.... No problem, sir.... Yes, I promise. Everything will be just fine.... Sure. Take care."
Niall gave me the phone back.
"Robin, honey," I heard my dad say from the other end. "I want you to listen to Niall. No matter what happens, okay? He will help you, I give you my word."
"Okay, dad, I will," I assured him. "Oh, and how are mom and Dylan holding up?"
"Well, your mom is worried sick about you, and Dylan just really misses you. Promise me you'll come straight home after all of this is over."
"I promise dad."
"I love you, Robin."
"I love you too, dad. Take care of mom and Dylan for me."
With that said, I hung up and brought my attention back to my lunch.
"You really do love your brother," Niall commented."
"Yeah," I said. "He can be a pain sometimes though." We both laughed lightly. "How's Greg?"
"We— don't have such a strong relationship. Whenever I come home, he doesn't approach me much. He hides from me most of the time. It's like I'm some kind of stranger to him." He looked pretty sad when he talked about his younger brother. I guessed it hurt him.
"Well, have you ever thought that it might be because you're barely at home? I mean, think about it. You're constantly out hunting, he rarely gets to see you. He probably barely knows you, and with all those tattoos you have he might be scared to come up to you. You barely spend time with him, maybe he's afraid that you don't love him. He might not even feel as if you're his older brother." I paused for a moment and study Niall's facial expression. He looked upset, guilty. His beautiful blue eyes were filled with sorrow. "As an older brother, you're supposed to look after him and protect him. Think about how many kids could have picked on him while you were away. Your parents are constantly busy, and he doesn't have anyone to talk to. I know it is probably impossible by now for you to lead an apple pie life, but at least think about Greg. When we get home, promise me you will spend more time with him?" I didn't know where that came from. Usually, don't give these kind of deep speeches to anyone. Maybe it was because I missed Dylan so much, but who knows?
There was a slight pause, and the only things I heard were the television, people talking, and the whirl of the fans above our heads. Finally, Niall said, "I promise."
Easily said than done, I thought. I was going to have to make sure he did it. I could tell that he really wants to spend time with his brother, but also I sensed the fright of being rejected. But I told myself that I would be there to make sure things went smoothly. I told myself I would have Niall's back in this. Even in something as simple as this, I promised myself I would help him.
"Robin," Niall said. "Look."
He was pointing to the television closest to us. He was talking about the news report about a couple found in the town park dead with holes in their chests. They were basically bathing in each others' blood. It was so gruesome. The holes in their chests were too big to be bullet holes— it was as is someone— or something— dug their hand into them. Niall probably thought the same thing because—
"Do you think this is a case?" he asked.
"Maybe," I said. "Why? You're not thinking of taking it up, are you?"
"Niall! What about Remiel?"
"We'll have time, I promise."
"I suggest you eat your food because we are going to take this one," Niall said.
A/n heyyyy, you guys! How are things? I'm sorry I didn't update last week. I had so much school stuff to do and with rock club and A Capella, just overload. I am trying to write and make these chapters longer, though.
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