Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Lost Boys, I do own Emma and Lina though. NO STEALING THEM. Got that? Good.
Note the reader: So it's Sunday night…I have school tomorrow, and what better way to get ready for that then to write another chapter or two for my fanfiction? Am I right, or am I right? :D
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"Fuck you." I mumbled to Lina as she started giggling at me. I found nothing funny about me having just killed the innocent animal. If it had been a psychotic bloodsucker, I wouldn't have felt bad AT ALL. But since it wasn't a bloodsucker, I couldn't help but feel that way. Lina finally stop giggling after I wiped my face on the sleeve of my shirt. "I hate this." I grumbled to her, not caring about being quiet or stealthy or anything anymore. "Good." She spoke surely, and began walking out of this little clearing; I reluctantly followed her, indecisive on whether I should be good, or to let violence take over and kick her ass for laughing at me right then. My conscience told me to be good and I listened this time. We were walking through dense forest again, and I quietly observed that there were small clearings in the midst of all the trees. I had to wonder why nothing grew there, and my mind was just on the brink of beginning to wander when Lina spoke again. "I've found bigger animals in the clearings like these." She whispered and pointed to a little clearing to our left. "So…?" I glanced up at her, not seeing the importance of her words. "You wanted an ox or whatever right?" She whispered nonchalantly. "Oh." I replied dully, and thought about that. My throat felt incredibly dry at that moment, as if all moisture had been sucked out of it with a vacuum cleaner, and then wiped down with a washcloth just to be sure that my throat was as dry as a desert. I kept thinking about that, then remembered how the squirrel's blood had subdued this feeling, up until now anyways. I sighed, concluding that squirrel blood wasn't going to be the most satisfying thing in the world. Darn.
I was abruptly stopped by Lina's arm in my gut, "Stop!" She whisper-shouted at me, gripped my shoulder with her other hand a flew up to a limb on a tree. I almost fell backwards because of the surprise and grabbed onto Lina's arm to try and steady myself, only to nearly knock both of us down if she hadn't latched onto a branch above her head. "Be careful!" She snarled and gazed intently down into the clearing, about ten feet below us. I was about to ask why she had gotten both of us up here, when she murmured, "Look." I leaned forward a tiny bit and saw a huge ox. Half of me wondered where the heck the ox had come from, since you usually don't see them in California. And the other half of me could only focus on how I could practically feel the ox's warm pulse and smell its metallic and some how alluring blood. I pinched myself in the leg, the vampire hunter in me ashamed at the thoughts going through my head. The bloodthirsty vampire however was not on speaking terms with the hunter and dove from the limb, hitting the ox on the side, knocking squarely over onto its side. It made a groaning noise, and I could see it trying to figure out a way to stand up again, but I left it no time to think. I sensed my fangs growing out rapidly as I dropped my head down to the ox's pelt and ripped away at the fur. Blood spurted everywhere, only making me thirstier. I pushed down on the animal's pulsating shoulder, and bit down into the open wound again, relishing in the hot metallic taste of the animal's blood.
I vaguely heard Lina's soft slow footsteps approaching behind me, and I backed off of the ox. The thing's fur around the neck was either missing or coated in a slick layer of blood. I stood up and wiped my face with my hands, trying desperately to get the blood off as fast as possible. I don't know why though, it was just Lina and I out here. I looked up momentarily and saw her dragging the animal's corpse by the scruff of its neck under a bush. I sighed, staring at the damage I had inflicted. I kind of wished it were an elk though. I hated those things, I wouldn't mind as much if it were one, instead of the ox. I had nothing against oxen I decided, and stood up from my crouch on the ground. "Satisfied?" Lina asked me, I looked up at her unsure of how to respond. My throat did, in fact, feel much less desiccated. But I still felt slightly parched; I guess that was something I was going to have to get used to. Never being completely satisfied. "Mostly." I responded calmly now. She nodded her approval, and motioned for me to follow her again. I sighed and did as I was told.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked, now bored of the ridiculous small talk we were making then. "The creek, and we're almost there." Lina told me in a slightly exasperated tone. She was getting really good at that tone, kind of like Alan, I thought to myself and chuckled. "What?" Lina questioned me, a curious look fading from her eyes even as she said it. "Nothing." I mumbled, it wasn't worth the conversation. We reached the creek, and I picked up my pace before kneeling in front of the fast-moving water, and splashed some of it on my face, and tried to scrub off the remaining blood from the ox off my face. After a few unsuccessful splashes, I gave up and just dunked my face into the water; that was much more effective. I pulled my head back out of the water and watched as little specks of red floated downstream. I sat down, and gazed into the creek, a bit mesmerized by it. It always just moved continuously downstream, it didn't matter if you put something in its way, it would either flow over or around the obstacle, simple as that. And the fish too, all they did their entire short lives was just keep swimming alongside the gentle current of the creek. Their lives were simple, easy, and carefree; I kind of envied that right then.