Chastity's mind swam like a dream before waking.
"Damn it, Mund!" she could hear faint voices "she saw me! Doing You-Know-what!
The distant voice was sharp but somehow pleasant.
She smiled and slept some more.
Cold Hands!
Were on her throat in the form of two icy fingers checking her pulse, which were so cold they almost burned. The fingers led up to a guy kneeling beside her. Loose strands of black hair hung past his eyes, which were a venomous green.
Chastity was smitten.
"Mund, she's awake!" he called to the blue-headed pizza-hoarding fiend who leaned against the wall behind him, hands in pockets.
Chastity watched his lips trace the words, as love-struck as ever, lips that were so …. red.
Blood, she thought, recalling the bleeding deer.
This meant only one thing, one thing she had been preparing for her whole life, whenever she had stayed up till the depths of night reading Anne Rice and R.L Stine by torchlight, whenever she had camped out at the old movie theater to watch Attack of the Lipstick Wearing Bloodsuckers for the 100th time and whenever she looked at the posters of Christopher Lee* in various stages of shirtlessness that she hid underneath her bed.
She surged with fangirlish delight, and pulled herself off the floor.
"You're vampires!" she squealed.
Major revelation, but the blue-wolf-fur-guy just smiled a devious little grin.
"No, were not!" replied the other one, Him (for chastity was way up infatuation alley), touchily like she had just struck a nerve.
Like how a magnet always points north, chastity knew that they were vampires, she could feel it. She dreamt of this kind of stuff.
"Yes you are, you were biting a deer's neck." She had to know what would happen now; denial didn't stand a chance of stopping her.
'Look, I could've been saving its life or... but that's not the point, the effing point is that you're still here, raving about us being vampires, and I don't want you to.'
'Wait, you want me to leave?'
'Yes, and if you don't I will snap your spine so fucking thorough you'll spend the rest of your damn life as a xylophone' he snarled, he truly snarled, a low bestial growl following his words.
Oh shit.
People aren't usually this pissed when I say something … well, creepy but this wasn't creepy because they are vampires,they really are vampires and…
and…
Oh shit,
I've just messed up,
been rejected by total strangers (albeit one devilishly handsome one)
and I really don't want to be a xylophone.
Chastity sadly turned around while this edgy stranger stared as she left, his teeth gritted, for there are people who look both deeply sad and strangely beautiful when their backs are turned, and for a moment chastity was one of them.
He watched her until she was past the glass door, and when turning to go deeper into the inner parts of the pizzeria once again, he didn't to notice that Edmund (for that was Blue-wolf-fur guy's name) was no longer there.
Because Edmund had finally found someone to play with.