Warning! Very descriptive pain here. Not stuff like "My knee was shattered and I could see a thousand pieces were only one should be," but more like " did not let me breathe right," etc.

Hope it doesn't get in the way for squeamish people :/

"Thank you. You say thank you." I knew he would have said it eventually, but even as he said it, I felt a knot in my throat.

A killer was teaching me about etiquette.

Where is the world coming to? I thought to myself. I was on the double-edged sword of consciousness. A part of me wanted to stay conscious, to somehow bravely and heroically face my death squarely, while the other part of me wanted to lose consciousness so that I never have to know mythical creatures that only exist in places like literature, music, and even fanfiction took my life away. (A/N- yea, I felt like being funny about this)

I wanted the blackness to surround me, as it did the first time I was kidnapped, but I felt this vampire in particular did not care to treat anybody nicely, even if it was to dull the pain.

Either that, or I looked like someone who abused him, and he was lashing out at me. I would rather think it was the former. However, if it was the latter, maybe I should consider playing the role of that woman. You know, resemblance, therefore replacement.

If the hypothetical case was not so hypothetical, and therefore, actually true, there was only one flaw: I needed to know a little more about the woman. An image would usually do nowadays. The dream I had of a man knocking me cold with his bare hands happened the day before I was kidnapped.

Maybe if I passed out right now, I could have a dream of her life—or my death. We walked slowly, as if the procession to our deaths was actually the worst part. Getting caught was the worst part, not the slow, long walk.

Try as I might, I could not make myself pass out. Instead, I was growing more alert by the second; though I could do no more that see my arms swing from the vampire's steady steps. I took in my surroundings, and came close to sighing, before the normal intake of breath hurt my chest. I quickly held my breath and relaxed my chest to let the pain pass.

That was a mistake. As I held it for barely three seconds, we apparently arrived to our destination. He started to let me slide carefully, but the sudden movements made me jerk and gasp.

I first felt the pain in my chest. How could I not? He had previously dropped me on my back, and the pain had spread to my entire torso. My lungs now were bursting with pain, and I wanted to cry out of it, but my alertness was only visionary, so I whimpered.

He put a hand on my side and put some pressure. It helped a little, but that his hands were cold did not. I shivered, making it worse.

"You'll get numb, and you won't shiver as much," he told me, in that quiet voice of his, serious. Had I not dared to glance in his eyes, I would have thought he was even slightly worried.

However, I still saw that manic gleam in his eye, and I realized he was talking softly to hide his excitement.

A crippled girl ready to cough up blood if she even thought of breathing slowly but deeply, trying to run for her life must get his imagination running.

How should I play with my food today? He must be wondering. I quickly looked down, and heard a snort. He noticed I noticed his crazy eyes.

That these two guys who had put the Amish girl and me down were incredibly handsome did not even affect me anymore.

Thinking that made me look back to the girl, and I saw that she was breathing—barely.

I wanted to go to her, but the sucker was still holding my side, numbing it down quicker than I thought.

Just say thank you, and pull back a little.

I started to pull away, and said "Thank you." The fact that that word was the one word he "taught" me made me angry. Maybe I should have said my gratitude or something old schooled like that.

We were sitting down, and the proximity, while not as close as the clearing but still close enough to make me asphyxiated with fear, made me need to pull back. He only put more pressure. "She'll live," he told me, as if trying to calm me down.

"She somehow always does," piped in the other vampire, whose voice held a slight German accent. His deep voice actually complimented the harsh language. He had her on the ground, while he saw on a fallen tree, resting.

And here I thought vampires were invincible. Things could not get worse. They were going to rest a while, and the silence would feel awkward. I would somehow be stupid enough to start asking them questions that would only get them angry, and I would again be violently be punished into submission. Yea, things could not get worse. I was going to die because of these two vampires.

Just as I was thinking that depressive thought, my stomach growled. Of all times… my stomach sure brought me into a lot of trouble. It brought me to the vampires in the first place by accepting the lady's breakfast invitation; it made me doubt the Amish girl because the lady said about breakfast would be served momentarily; and now, it growled as if it did not care it would cause our death.

The vampire's pressure loosened, and stood as still as inhumanly possible. He was looking at my ribs, as if checking to see if he broke some, but he just stared for a slightly long time.

Finally, he looked up, with sleepy eyes, and smiled. I never failed to notice the smile never reached their diluted eyes.

"Hungry?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, as if he was making small talk. Again, the thought that if I answered yes or no would be me willingly talking to a vampire. I just stared at him, probably like an idiot, my eyes getting big, looking like some scared puppy.

"She's breathing again," the other vampire said as he interrupted the silence.

"Alright. We move on."

Before I could even think, I heard myself say, "Wait, so you were not resting?" I caught myself wondering what vampire myths were real or not and finally concluded that I probably would not want to know.

He dropped his hands from my side completely, and simply said, "No," and then smiled again. "Would you like me to carry you?" he asked slowly and deliberately, making sure I understood each and every word.

The pain did recede for the most part, but the boots would kill me in fifteen minutes, and that was if we were walking in a clearing. I did not want to fathom how long if it was in an extremely wild part of the forest, as we had been traveling these past two or three hours. We were not backtracking, and I could only hope we were going back to that mansion place, so that the girl and I could make our escape once again. But that would mean I had to be well-rested.

I breathed out a small but stretched sigh. I closed my eyes, and said "Please." This time, instead of just throwing me on a shoulder, he gave me a piggyback ride. He grabbed my wrists so as not having to grab me by my thighs. I guess he was somewhat respectful. This time, I was able to see the girl, and the other vampire carried her piggyback too, except that his hold on her was visibly tighter than how my vampire was hol—

My? God, I'm signing my own death sentence here. How I could have thought my is beyond me.

First, he still scared the crap out of me; second, he was insane—that much is evident just looking him in the eye; and third, anyone who would hurt me just to shut me up was automatically on my hate list. And he was on it since I knew what he was.

While I was reeling at myself, I came back from my thoughts and saw the girl moving. I saw her open her eyes, and slowly register what was happening. She fidgeted violently, trying to break his strong grasp on her, but to no avail.

"Let me go bloodsucker!" she screamed a little too loudly.

"Stop fidgeting," he warned her. Suddenly I feared the worst. These vampires were not abused when they were humans—they all acted the same towards non-cooperative strangers.

"No," I pleaded with the girl, though my voice was coarse with weariness. "Please, calm down, they'll hurt you if you don't stop fidgeting."

She looked at me with her big green eyes, and noticed how I was being carried. She closed her eyes, and this time she did not smile.

"You've been tempted by the dark ones," she told me, and it eerily felt like talking to a nun or devoutly religious person.

Remembering she was Amish, I decided it was not eerie at all, it just felt weird.

"I have not," I replied quietly, thought my voice held a vehemence that expressed anger. "I was dropped by the dark ones," I imitated.

Despite her religious beliefs and her constant fear, she managed to smile at my dumb remark.

I was acting all high and mighty, and yet, here we were, getting a lift from the bloodsuckers. We were still weary, so we were resting heavily on their backs, and they had not uttered a word.

The girl and I just watched each other for a good five minutes, and we communicated with each other one thing: We were going to escape again…and this time, we were leaving the boots.

A slight bit more humor, because it seems I can't stay away from it, despite trying to be serious and make it seem like these vampires are not...things...you want to even test.

Next: The actual fighting over the girls' blood.

So, did I do a good job? Review please.

Sorry if the pain is a little too detailed, but just know, I talked about it for a reason, not just to be gory-- though I bet you hardly see anything gory here, right? Right.

Also, don't expect any romance right now. Lets focus on the scary side of vampires.