I twist and pull, in a futile attempt to get away. I was so close this time, so close...
Tricia comes trotting up, her stupid little girly shoes clicking.
"I believe you've lost something." The short one says with a smile. How I despise him.
"Yes, I have- I mean no- erm, uh..." Tricia stutters. I roll my eyes. If this is what love does to a person, thank god I'm so unlovable. Suddenly, I get an idea. It's a long-shot, but it just might work...
"What she means is: No, I have not. Please let Willow exit the building now." I say, attempting to tug my arm free. Jesus, these guys have grips of steel...
Tricia regains her voice. "No, I meant that..."
She trails off again, staring with huge doe eyes. This is the last straw.
"Um... Tricia? Would you mind telling them to let go of me? They're cutting off circulation. I actually kind of like living, thank you very much."
At the word 'living', the short one flinches. Aha. I think. He's got a weak spot after all. I start rattling off every synonym for 'living' I can think of.
"Alive, breathing, existence, Mortality, Humanity. (oooh, those got nice responses!) The tall one slams his hand over my mouth. "Can't you see you're upsetting the poor man!" Tricia screeches, putting a "sympathetic" hand on his arm.
"Can't you see they're upsetting me?" I say,my voice muffled.
The other man smiles. Holy C-4, he has fangs. Freaking Fangs.
"I'm sure Willow didn't mean to upset him," he says, patting me on the head. (Oh, boy is he asking for it...) "I'm afraid he's rather high-strung."
While I have the chance, I make my move. I sink my teeth into his hand, and make a break for it.
What have I done?