Bittersweet 2
When the food arrived, all four of them tucked into their food in silence. Well, except for the disgusting hog sounds. Mainly supplied by Danny.
“Well, I got to go. Aly’s going to grill me when I get back, so see ya!” Annon fretted cheerfully.
The other three guys split after she left, after Pete and Patrick escaped Danny complaining about the huge bill, and trying to coyly stick one of them with the bill.
Pete spent the rest of the day in a guitar shop, trying to buy a new guitar pick after being mobbed by squealing fan girls. He made a mental note to himself to next time use a disguise. By the time he finally escaped the love hole, twilight was fading into night.
Pete decided to take a shortcut he knew to get back to his apartment. He crossed into an alley, leaped over the wall, took a sharp right, quickly leaped over that wall to avoid the garbage rats, continued down that alley, threw a chew toy at the pack of hungry pit bulls, ignored the crocodile (what’s a crocodile doing in an alley?), took out an umbrella as Kitty Claws almost landed on his head, fought off a pack of rabid wolves (now this is getting ridiculous), and did not expect what would happen next. Pity too, his apartment was two hundred yards in front of him.
“You know, it is not wise to roam outside, void of companions. Especially at night,” a melodramatic voice whispered, too close to Pete’s ear.
Pete’s hands were suddenly bound by a steady iron hand, and whipped above his head as his back thudded painfully as it collided with the alley wall. The same humanoid form that had bit Patrick was now pinning Pete to the wall with one hand while chuckling.
“Vahn,” Pete gritted, as the name left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“So you do recall who I am. Good. Maybe you humans have longer memories than I anticipated. Maybe you’ll recollect, then, how I was fortunate enough to taste your friend’s blood?” Vahn said conversationally as Pete struggled vainly.
Pete’s response to the question was to glare wooden stakes at his captor.
Vahn smirked. “You know, I will at least be willing to give you credit for concealing yourselves from us for so long. Of course, not well enough, seeing as now I’ve caught one. And where one is, the other three will follow.”
Pete felt his blood turn cold.
“So, where are the others?” asked Vahn, leaning closer to Pete’s neck.
“I’ll never betray them!” Pete snarled, the effect not exactly as scary as he hoped.
“In that case, I will simply locate the others, and kill you all,” Vahn’s smirk grew into a sneer.
While Pete pondered this horrifying alternative, Vahn was pondering something else.
“Hmm, it is rumored that one of you four has an ability to defeat us vampires. But which one of you is it? I have a twenty-five percent chance of guessing right,” Vahn pondered aloud.
Vahn decided to play coy. “Ahh, I see! It must be the one called Patrick!”
“NO!! It’s not him!” Pete shouted, thinking not him, please not him…
“Mmmm, than whom is the one that has the ability. If you don’t reveal the possessor’s identity, then I’m troubled that I may just kill you all,” Vahn threatened silkily.
“It’s me, you fucking BASTARD!!” Pete yelled, lying.
“Hmm, even if it is not him, this will indubitably coax the others out of hiding,” Vahn thought. Then he grinned at the prospect of fresh blood.
“If you say so,” Vahn murmured ominously right before he plunged his fangs into Pete’s neck.
Pete screamed in agony, twisting feebly as blood started dribbling down his neck. If he could have thought any cognitive thought at all, he would’ve thought “Now I now what Patrick must have felt like.” Except this time, there would be no one to come and save him.
Annon was quietly reading a huge book, tired from her sugar rush from the night before. She still had caffeine jitters.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Alright Danny! You can stop tapping on my window now!!” Annon yelled, rolling off the bed to let him in.
Annon barely got within two feet of the window when there was a shower of glass as the window broke. Annon instinctively rolled back on the bed to avoid being sprayed with glass.
“Who’s there?” Annon asked boldly, reaching for the book.
She was greeted with a not-so-pleasant sounding hiss. Annon cursed herself for leaving her locket so carelessly on her vanity table, all the way across room. Annon grabbed the book she’d been reading, a TV remote, and untied the ribbon in her hair, as makeshift, most likely useless weapons.
A dark figure climbed through the totaled window, and started menacingly toward the bed.
Annon braced herself, reflexes ready. The unwanted houseguest lunged toward Annon. Just when he would hit her, Annon flipped over, slamming the head into her headboard. Annon quickly tied his wrist together.
Annon’s mystery visitor groaned, and his eyes flickered open as Annon recognized the black hair and face. He mustered up a small smile.
Annon had to take a second to restart her heart. She quickly untied Pete, mumbling “sorry.”
“Hey, you shouldn’t be the one saying sorry,” Pete said apologetically, “Besides, shouldn’t you be keeping me prisoner, rather than untying me?” he added with a watery smile.
“I could never do that to you, Panda,” Annon said, looking Pete in the face.
“Annon…”
Pete hugged her.
“Hey, Panda?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m suing you for a new window. And you’re sweeping up all the glass.”
“: P”
“How, Pete? How”
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“Well, I got to go. Aly’s going to grill me when I get back, so see ya!” Annon fretted cheerfully.
The other three guys split after she left, after Pete and Patrick escaped Danny complaining about the huge bill, and trying to coyly stick one of them with the bill.
Pete spent the rest of the day in a guitar shop, trying to buy a new guitar pick after being mobbed by squealing fan girls. He made a mental note to himself to next time use a disguise. By the time he finally escaped the love hole, twilight was fading into night.
Pete decided to take a shortcut he knew to get back to his apartment. He crossed into an alley, leaped over the wall, took a sharp right, quickly leaped over that wall to avoid the garbage rats, continued down that alley, threw a chew toy at the pack of hungry pit bulls, ignored the crocodile (what’s a crocodile doing in an alley?), took out an umbrella as Kitty Claws almost landed on his head, fought off a pack of rabid wolves (now this is getting ridiculous), and did not expect what would happen next. Pity too, his apartment was two hundred yards in front of him.
“You know, it is not wise to roam outside, void of companions. Especially at night,” a melodramatic voice whispered, too close to Pete’s ear.
Pete’s hands were suddenly bound by a steady iron hand, and whipped above his head as his back thudded painfully as it collided with the alley wall. The same humanoid form that had bit Patrick was now pinning Pete to the wall with one hand while chuckling.
“Vahn,” Pete gritted, as the name left a bitter taste in his mouth.
“So you do recall who I am. Good. Maybe you humans have longer memories than I anticipated. Maybe you’ll recollect, then, how I was fortunate enough to taste your friend’s blood?” Vahn said conversationally as Pete struggled vainly.
Pete’s response to the question was to glare wooden stakes at his captor.
Vahn smirked. “You know, I will at least be willing to give you credit for concealing yourselves from us for so long. Of course, not well enough, seeing as now I’ve caught one. And where one is, the other three will follow.”
Pete felt his blood turn cold.
“So, where are the others?” asked Vahn, leaning closer to Pete’s neck.
“I’ll never betray them!” Pete snarled, the effect not exactly as scary as he hoped.
“In that case, I will simply locate the others, and kill you all,” Vahn’s smirk grew into a sneer.
While Pete pondered this horrifying alternative, Vahn was pondering something else.
“Hmm, it is rumored that one of you four has an ability to defeat us vampires. But which one of you is it? I have a twenty-five percent chance of guessing right,” Vahn pondered aloud.
Vahn decided to play coy. “Ahh, I see! It must be the one called Patrick!”
“NO!! It’s not him!” Pete shouted, thinking not him, please not him…
“Mmmm, than whom is the one that has the ability. If you don’t reveal the possessor’s identity, then I’m troubled that I may just kill you all,” Vahn threatened silkily.
“It’s me, you fucking BASTARD!!” Pete yelled, lying.
“Hmm, even if it is not him, this will indubitably coax the others out of hiding,” Vahn thought. Then he grinned at the prospect of fresh blood.
“If you say so,” Vahn murmured ominously right before he plunged his fangs into Pete’s neck.
Pete screamed in agony, twisting feebly as blood started dribbling down his neck. If he could have thought any cognitive thought at all, he would’ve thought “Now I now what Patrick must have felt like.” Except this time, there would be no one to come and save him.
Annon was quietly reading a huge book, tired from her sugar rush from the night before. She still had caffeine jitters.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Alright Danny! You can stop tapping on my window now!!” Annon yelled, rolling off the bed to let him in.
Annon barely got within two feet of the window when there was a shower of glass as the window broke. Annon instinctively rolled back on the bed to avoid being sprayed with glass.
“Who’s there?” Annon asked boldly, reaching for the book.
She was greeted with a not-so-pleasant sounding hiss. Annon cursed herself for leaving her locket so carelessly on her vanity table, all the way across room. Annon grabbed the book she’d been reading, a TV remote, and untied the ribbon in her hair, as makeshift, most likely useless weapons.
A dark figure climbed through the totaled window, and started menacingly toward the bed.
Annon braced herself, reflexes ready. The unwanted houseguest lunged toward Annon. Just when he would hit her, Annon flipped over, slamming the head into her headboard. Annon quickly tied his wrist together.
Annon’s mystery visitor groaned, and his eyes flickered open as Annon recognized the black hair and face. He mustered up a small smile.
Annon had to take a second to restart her heart. She quickly untied Pete, mumbling “sorry.”
“Hey, you shouldn’t be the one saying sorry,” Pete said apologetically, “Besides, shouldn’t you be keeping me prisoner, rather than untying me?” he added with a watery smile.
“I could never do that to you, Panda,” Annon said, looking Pete in the face.
“Annon…”
Pete hugged her.
“Hey, Panda?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m suing you for a new window. And you’re sweeping up all the glass.”
“: P”
“How, Pete? How”
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