Thump, Thump, Thump

Paul growled and pulled the pillow over his head. "It's Saturday Let me sleep Mom." He called out.

Thump, Thump, Thump

Paul growled again and threw one of the spare pillows at the door. "All I want to do is sleep." He mumbled to himself. As he went to lay back down he noticed Victoria lying off to the side of the bed.

He froze there for a second. His mind began to think why she would be there and what to do about it. He felt his arms start to shark slightly.

"What did we do?" he asked quietly.

He couldn't remember a thing that happened last night. The first thing that came into his mind is that they had done it and he couldn't remember.

He knew he was in trouble in more then one way. The first is that his mom and her mom where going to throw a fit if they found out. The second way is that if Victoria found out that he couldn't remember last night she was going to kill him.

Paul groaned and buried his head in his hands. "How am I going to get out of this?"
He asked him self.

Thump, Thump, Thump

Paul jumped slightly at the sound. "I'm up, I'm up." He called out a little quieted then he had earlier.

He Rolled off the bed and started to look for his cloths. He looked to his right and then his left, nothing. Paul started to become really freaked out. Were Where his cloths? What had happened to them? He ran his hand through his hair as he pondered this.

He moved back to the bed and looked under it to see if they might have kicked them under there. His eyes scanned underneath and there where no cloths, he was about to get back up when his eyes locked onto a black object.

Paul reached under the bed and pulled out his a gun. "What is this doing here?" He though. Then it all came rushing back. He remembered what happened last night and the day before.

His hands clinched around the handle of the gun as he remembered when he'd shot Victoria's mom. He started to shiver slightly as the image of all that blood filled his mind.

Paul rose to his knees and kept staring at the gun. Gently he laid the gun on the floor and moved away from it. Just the sight of it made his skin craw.

Thump, Thump, Thump

"I said I was up." He called out

Thump, Thump, Thump

Paul rose to his feet shaking his head in frustration. He walked over to the door and threw it out wide.

"I said….." the rest of the sentence froze in his throat.

Paul stood there with the front door open. His hands where still out wide as his mouth fell open. There standing right in front of him was his mom.

She stood there still in her gray business suit that she'd been wearing when he saw her on the TV yesterday. The only thing about it was now it was covered in dried blood here and there. Besides the blood Paul noticed that the suit now had a few rips in it as well.

His mom was staring down at the floor her arm still raised to knock again. Her air that was up in a tight bun yesterday was now loose and hung around her head with patches of it missing. To Paul it looked as if there hair that was once there was ripped out.

Paul took a half step back from him mom. His mom pulled her hand back as if to knock again.

"Mom?" Paul asked in a whisper.

His mothers face shot up and looked straight at him. Paul took another step back horrified at the sight of his mothers face. The first thing that he'd noticed where her eyes, her pitch black eyes.

Paul's mouth hung open as his eyes traveled from his mom's eyes to the rest of her face. Like her suit it was coved in dried blood and rips and gashes here and there. The only difference was the suit covered the wounds underneath, her face didn't. Her face showed and told all. On the right side of her face two grizzly gashes and several nail scratches marked her once flawless face. The scratches where deep and had trails of dried blood leading from them.

Her left side of her face was different though. There weren't any scratches or gashes; instead there was a huge hole where her cheek had been. The flesh and muscle around the wound was black and rippled like it had been ripped away.

Paul blinked not once but twice at seeing what wasn't supposed to be seem. The hole in his mother's cheek gave a clear view of the back row of her teeth. Like the flesh around the wound they where stained black with dried blood but that wasn't the only thing there. In between her teeth he could see raw bits of meat.

Paul shook his head as the memory of their last dentist appointment came back to him. He remembered he mother walking out of the door smiling at him. Her smile showed her white and gleaming teeth.

Now the teeth the she'd taken pride in where coved in dried blood and raw meet.

Paul closed his mouth as a slight bit of vomit came up. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear the image from him mother from his mind.

When he reopened his eyes his mother had raised her other arm and had them open as if waiting for a hug.

"Paul, Baby, come here." She called out to him.

Paul shook his head. "No" he whispered. "You're dead."

She laughed at that. "If I was dead then would I be here talking to you?" She took a step towards him.

Paul shook his head again and took a step back. "If your not dead then your one of those things."

"Paul. Please come here. Please come to mommy Please the hunger is unbearable. Please help mommy." She pleaded as she took another step towards him.

"Please Paul…. Please come here…." He voice started to go deeper and more threatening as she took another step towards him.

Paul took another step back and started to look around for something anything to keep him mother away. As he turned his head his eyes fell on Victoria. He knew that if his mom got him then she'd be next. His eyes hardened as he knew what he had to do now.

Paul started to take another step back wards to try and find something the help him kill his mother.

His mom noticed and took another step towards him.

Paul's foot went back to take another step when he slipped and fell backwards. He hit the floor hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. He gripped his ribs as he struggled for another breath.

Paul moved his head to see how close his mom had gotten when he saw the gun on the floor behind her. He swore under his breath as he realized that he'd tripped over the gun.

His mom was almost right over him now. Paul shook his head. "Well fuck." He raised his legs to his chest and kicked out at his moms knees.

He heard a loud crack as his feet connected. His mom stumbled and fell over on top of him. He groaned as her wait forced the breath from his lungs once more.

Paul pushed back with is hands trying to get out from under his mother. He pushed and pulled but nothing happened. He was trapped.

Paul looked over at the bed where Victoria was. "Victoria, get up and run." He called out as his mom started to craw up his body.

Paul twisted and turned trying to keep his mom away. Her hand gripped his right arm tightly.

Paul cried out in pain as her grip tightened more and more.

CRACK

Paul cried out in pain as he felt his wrist break. A tear ran down his face as his mom gripped is other hand and started to pull her self up more.

His mom hissed out as he screamed. She seemed to be enjoying it.

For a moment Paul's mind swarmed with pain but for a brief second it cleared and he cried out through the pain. "Victoria RUN!"

Paul reopened his eyes as another tear crept down his face. His mom was a few inches from his chest.

Off to his left he caught a glimpse of movement. Paul let out a sigh as he thought Victoria was doing what he'd toke her to do.

His mother heaved again and pulled her self up closer to his face.

Paul started to twist and squirm, doing anything he thought would let him get away from his mom.

He stopped in mid twist as he felt something cold touché his neck, something very cold.

He felt it start to grip the back of his neck tightly and twist so that his face started to turn to his right.

Paul struggled and felt fingers start to apply even more pressure on his spine.

Slowly his head turned and faced the thing behind him.

Paul's eyes shot out in horror. Victoria was kneeling behind him, but that wasn't what scared him, it was the fact that her eyes where pitch black.

Paul's eyes looked away from Victoria's eyes. They traveled down to Victoria's arms. Her arms where white and bear and her fingers cold to the touch. His eyes traveled up until her saw something. There just above the bend in her arm was a small bite mark.

Victoria's grip made Paul look back up at her eyes. She leaned down to where her head was next to his and whispered in his ear. "It doesn't hurt Paul. Just a little pain Paul, just a little then it's over. It only hurt a little. Just a little bit."

The last thing Paul remembered where Victoria's pitch black eyes staring at him as his mom sank her teeth into his neck.

A/N

Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.