I felt my eyes start to droop as the creature before me began to finish its feeding. Its teeth would leave another scar upon my arms, just like all the others had. I felt the blood be sucked from my veins and into the bloodstream of the one that sat before me. My blood would spread through its body and mutate it to become stronger and more vampires like, leaving me forever weak and pale.
The creature before me finished, removing its filed teeth from my wrist. It smirked at me, as leftover blood oozed out of the puncher wounds, running over the sides dripping onto the already blood stained blue carpet. I winced at the sudden pain that struck me as the Drac roughly licked the remaining blood from my cuts. It looked up at my face, its expression softening slightly as my pale eyelids fluttered closed. It stood up from its crouching position, knowing that it would not get much more out of me and patted my head, resulting in it lolling towards the blood stained floor. Whispering a quick “Thank you princess,” it disappeared with superhuman speed, leaving me once again alone in my glass cell.
Looking round, I tried to keep myself awake by; again, counting the blood stains splatted on the transparent walls. Last time I counted there were 26, but there was an extra one this time due to the little situation earlier. A new Drac recruit had come in early in the morning for its first feeding and well, it went a bit crazy, nearing ripping my arm off. That had hurt like hell. Remembering the events, I took a quick glance at the injured arm and saw that the blood had started to crust over the large bite. I knew it needed stiches but there was no way that Korse or The Woman were gonna give me stiches and besides I had had worse. Those worse ones had been given by Korse himself, but to be honest I hadn’t been surprised at his violence. Wincing as my thoughts of that night started to blur as I attempted to get up. I placed my hands on the two sides that met to make the corner that I was sitting in. Unfortunately pulling myself up caused my large bite cut to slip open and pore out more blood. I ignored the stabbing pain that went through my arm and made my way the front of the glass cube I was locked in, where a small glass of water had been placed. My steps toward the water were shaky and weak but at least I was able to move, right? I had gotten used to the effects left after a feeding over the 6 years I had been here. Then it struck me, today was the 6th anniversary. I groaned at the thoughts of what ‘special’ plans The Woman and Korse would have come up with this year. Sliding down against the glass wall next to the water, I took it with a shaking hand, resulting in most of it joining the blood on the floor. Groaning more, I tried to calm my body down and slowly brought the glass to my chapped lips.
After taking one large swig and finishing off the water, I felt my headache weaken slightly. I sighed happily and leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes and waiting for sleep to finally engulf me. And as commanded the dreamland consumed me, a slight smile appeared on my lips as I settled into the only place where I could be happy, but only for it to be ruined by returning nightmares soon after.
After my small outrage, Party had asked me to leave the room as him and Dr D worked something out. I had been waiting by the trans-am for about an hour now and had resulted to plaiting my greasy hair. I was so thankful that it had pasted midday because I would have not been able to survive standing out here alone in the sun’s hottest state of the day. Getting more and more impatient I was about to walk back into the radio station, when suddenly Party stomped out. He pushed past me, knocking my shoulder as he went to the trans-am, he was in a mood. Shaking my head I got into the passenger car, I asked “So what happened?” He started the car and zoomed out onto the abandoned road, if there was a speed limit we’d so be in prison right now. “You just had to, didn’t you? You just had to piss him off.” Party said through clenched teeth, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. He was holding the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were paper white. “I can’t help it. It’s just what I do, it’s a talent.” I joked; trying to lighten the extremely awkward mood.
“It’s not funny Ghoul, you’ve be banned from missions for 2 weeks.”
“Oh.” I simply said looking back out the window. “Well it’s not that bad, I mean…you know…Party, I’m really sorry.” He didn’t respond, he simply kept staring out at the road as if I wasn’t there at all. “Party.” I repeated his name attempting to get his attention. “Party. Party, seriously cut it out. Look, I’m really sorry, but don’t say you can’t see my problems with this mission. Especially since you’re gonna be a man down, now that I’m banned. Party.” I was getting really irritated now. “Party.” I almost yelled. Hating this, but knowing it would get his attention I took a deep breath and said firmly “Gerard.” The car came to an abrupt stop sending me forward, good job I had worn a seatbelt otherwise I would have been through the windscreen right now. “Get out.” He turned to me, his face full of annoyance and disappointment. “But Party, come on it was just a small-” I was cut off by Party’s shout. “GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!” I jumped back in my seat, surprised at his reaction, his overreaction. Not wanting him to get angrier though, I simply unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door, walking out into the abandoned desert. Oh well I guess I was walking. I slammed the car door just before Party drove off at a million miles an hour. Just before he disappeared out of sight, I yelled “ASSHOLE!” And I think he heard me as well, because as I looked at the car I swear I could see Party’s middle finger sticking out of the open roof.
After about an hour of walking I had realised that my behaviour at the station had been a bit over the top, but so had Party’s. But luckily for Party I was never one to hold a grudge so after about half an hour of walking I had decided to forgive him. I bet he wasn’t going to talk to me for a while though. But what was even worse was that Dr D had decided to send them into the main BL/ind on their own, there was going to be around 1000 guards and then there were just 3 of them. I was going to go and help them whether I was allowed to or not, I would feel so bad if one of them had died when I could have been there to help. I didn’t care if it got me banished or dead, I was going to help my friends, even if they could be complete and utter arseholes sometimes.
Breaking me from my realm of thoughts was a loud bang, along with an explosion coming from behind me. I was thrown forward onto my stomach, causing me to wind myself. As I tried to regain my breath, rocks and parts of the blown up building fell around me. After receiving a few scratches and finally getting my breath back, I bounced up on my feet and ran towards what was left of the blown up building. Grabbing my ray gun as I went, I got closer and started to see the Dracs that had caused the explosion. I let out a faint sigh as there were only 11; this was going to be a piece of cake. Sneaking up behind the Dracs, who had formed a small huddle, I shot two of them dead before they even knew I was there. But this did alert the other Dracs of my presence, but as another three of them brought up their ray guns to shoot me, I shot them right in the chests. “5 down, 6 to go.” I mumbled, shooting another one, in the head this time. “Make that 5 to go.” I have to admit that I was just starting to enjoy myself when the 5 left over Dracs ran off, faster than lightning. “Dickheads.” I mumbled as I made my way towards the burning building; to look for survivors. Jumping over the knocked down wall, I entered what was left of the building. Realising I was in my favourite pub, I moaned “Damn those guys, they always get rid of the best pubs!” I walked farther into the building making sure that there wasn’t anybody in here. To be honest it looked pretty empty, but it was hard to see much through the growing flames. I turned round to go back out the building but I was instead greeted with the spreading fire. As I accidentally walked into the flames, I caught some burn on my hands and legs; causing me to scream in pain and jump back. I was then thrown further into the burning building and received a burn on my back. It felt like my back was on fire and I knew that my favourite Jacket and the only misfits t-shirt I had left had been wrecked. Trying not to fall to my knees because of the spreading burning pain in my hands, back and legs, I just as I ran as fast as I could through countless flames to reach a burning door I had caught sight of. As I neared it I swear I could hear voices. Finally reaching the door, I, knowing it would be weak, threw my body into it and landed outside on my back. I groaned as the burn on my back got covered in sand, I rolled weakly over onto my front. Just as I was about to pass out, I saw very a very familiar pair of boots running towards me. Looking up I saw Kobra and Jet, I smiled slightly seeing Party running behind them. They reached me and before I could make my sarcastic comment I passed out.
Song: Blood by My Chemical Romance