"Do you know where you're going?"
"Yes, Elena, as a matter of fact, I do!"
"Don't snap at me"
"Don't make me snap at you"
"UGH!"
This had been going on for about four hours.
Elena folded her arms across her chest in annoyance. Damon could be such an ass. She looked out her window, glad when she saw desert and more deserts because that meant they were there.
"Look, there's a gas station up ahead. Let's stop there"
Damon nodded. "I need gas, anyway"
They pulled into the gas station. The way it looked…it made Elena feel like she were in the country rather than New Mexico.
Damon beeped the horn when he saw no one.
"Where is everyone?" Elena asked.
"Well, seeing as how it's the desert, I don't think there will be too many people around"
"Yeah, but…"
Damon beeped the horn again. "Come on!"
Suddenly, a man who looked like he had drunk too many beers last night stumbled out the door and over to them.
"What do you want?" He barked.
"Gas" Damon said. Obviously that's what I want, moron
"Oh, yeah, uh…let me get that for you" The man muttered before walking away.
Damon snorted. "Well, I wasn't going to do it myself"
Elena hit him on the arm. "Be nice" She warned
"I'm never nice"
"Whatever you say" Elena sighed. She wasn't going to argue with Damon. It was too hot and her back ached.
When the man was finished pumping gas into the car, he walked over to Damon's window, holding his hand out for the money. Damon noticed how his hand was shaking with fear.
"How much do I owe you?" Damon asked.
"Two dollars"
Damon raised his eyebrows. "Two dollars, well, here"
"So where you kids headin?" The man asked, placing his hands on the top of the car.
Damon winced at the odor coming from the man's body. "We're just looking for my brother. Teenage runaway"
The man rubbed his head. "Well…I did see a young man drive by" He gave Damon and Elena directions and then with a guilty look, he walked back into the small store.
"Well, let's go!" Elena said, excitedly. Damon chuckled before putting the car into gear and driving to where the man had pointed them to.
One thing lingered on his mind, though. It seemed stupid, but for a moment he thought he heard voices from a distance. When he turned to see what it was, he thought he saw a man with curly, messy white hair and young girl. When he looked more closely, the two people were gone.
Damon shook his head. He was going crazy. And he was tired. But he could have swore he heard voices saying, "Kill them, kill them all"
I probably won't update till Wednesday because I have to sleep over my aunt's house tonight and she doesn't like me using her computer…so, yeah, Wednesday you should check back for an update.
Also, Reviews are greatly appreciated, but I won't make a big deal If I don't get any.