Yay teen rage rant! Yep, there's one in this chapter. I just felt like Emily was taking this all to easy so this is all her building rage. I may make her bipolar, not sure yet but it might make things interesting. Anyway, enjoy this new chapter and this chapter is long! Yay!
I sat on the ground listening to music in my head. There wasn't much else to do around here. I began to hum along to the tune when the door to my room, as I now called it, opened with a loud squeak. In walked Mr. Crepsley and Darren. In the brief light before the door closed behind them I saw what looked to be a large, purple, and quite painful looking bruise around Darren's left eye.
"Did you get beat up?" I asked with a slight giggle.
"No, of course not! I'd never lose in a fair fight," he said indignantly, "She ambushed me." He mumbled the last part under his breath.
"What was that?" I teased him, "Poor Dare-bear got his face punched in by a girl? Awh, you poor thing." I said sarcastically and glared at him. I knew I was being an absolute jerk. I didn't really care at the moment.
"Miss Emily, I think that that is quite enough. I fear that the next time you talk down to Darren I may not be able to restrain myself from coming over there and beating you to a pulp," Mr. Crepsley said in a menacing voice.
I spat at his feet, "Do it gramps. I'm fed up of being here, and I'm hungry and this place sucks, and what does it take to get some blood in this place, and a girl can't hold her pee forever! Even the best of us have to go sometime old man!" By the end of my rant I was on my feet glaring at Mr. Crepsley, daring with my eyes to come and do something. And that's just what he did. He strolled over to where I was standing and, as I turned to face him, he lifted me up by the neck of my tee-shirt. I screamed and kicked and hissed like a cat that had been thrown into a lake. After a while I was panting like mad and was too tired to do so much as raise a fist.
"Now that that is out of your system I think that you owe Darren and I an apology," Mr. Crepsley said.
"My sincerest apologies Master Shan, next time I'm being held against my will I'll think about it before I go off at my captors."
"Wrong," Mr. Crepsley shook me about, "This time you will apologize sincerely."
I glanced at Darren out of the corner of my eye. "Fine, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it," I huffed.
"S'okay," He mumbled.
"Now, you only have one more apology and you are through. That was not so hard, was it?" Mr. Crepsley said, as if rebuking a child.
I sighed, "Mr. Crepsley, I'm sorry for some of the things I said. I refuse to be sorry for all of them though because some were true."
He chuckled, " I can respect that. Now, for your new room." He turned, still lifting me by the neck of my t-shirt, and guided me out the door of my cell and down a hallway. Once we were in a new room Mr. Crepsley released me.
"This will be your new room," He explained, "as you can see, it is lit better and has a bed and the other necessities."
"Bathroom?" I asked.
"It is the door on the right of the room. On the left is the door to a closet where you will find a change of clothes," Crepsley sounded like some weird mix between a vampire, a tour guide, and a hotel guide.
"Food? Blood?" I was listing off the things I had yelled before.
"Darren is making you a sandwich as we speak and as for blood… Debbie!" He hollered down the hall.
"What!" Yelled a shrill voice from farther away. I heard a clomping of feet up a flight of stairs and suddenly a disheveled looking woman with red, tear-rimmed eyes was at the door.
"Debbie, this is Emily and she needs blood," Mr. Crepsley said calmly.
Anger filled her eyes when she looked at me. All of a sudden she took a bottle full of red liquid and chucked it at my head. I plucked it out of the air.
"There you dirty, man-stealing, prostitute! That used to be the spare I carried around for Darren but now that he's not mine anymore I don't need that! I hate you!" She screamed.
"Thanks," I said and chugged the bottle. I swished the last bit around in my mouth before voicing my next complaint.
"It tastes like it's…. missing something," I said it like a question.
"It is not missing anything, it is only that you are a vampaneze so you crave both life and blood of others. But we cannot allow you to have someone's life," Mr. Crepsley explained.
"What about Debbie? She seems pretty useless anyway," I joked with him.
Debbie, still hovering by the door, let out an ear-splitting, "EECKKK!" and ran away.
Mr. Crepsley let out a small smile, "Though your grim humor amuses some of us I must ask that you do not frighten the other residents of this house."
"Psh, you're no fun."
"You mean, I AM no fun."
"Exactly."
Suddenly Darren walked in, "Why was Debbie running away at about eighty miles an hour?"
Mr. Crepsley chuckled, I laughed, and Darren never got the answer to his question.
I feel like my endings have been getting worse but oh well. Maybe next chapter will have a better ending, you'll have to find out next week! See ya later, stay Cirqued!