Previously:
Then David pressed Sky's temples and used his vampire powers to suck her memories of the night out. They pulled the covers up and fell into slumber.
Sky woke and looked at her watch. 1:15pm. Damn that was a nasty dream. She looked around and saw she was surrounded; David to the left, stroking her belly button in his sleep, a slight smile on his face. Marko to the right, his cool gloved hand cupping her right breast. Paul and Dwayne were on the very ends of the bed. She turned over, causing Marko's hand to fall onto his lap. She smiled at David. He looked so angelic in his sleep, with his rough stubble and his mullet. His mouth was slightly up in the corners. She didn't want to wake him loudly so she simply stroked his cheek. "David, wake up… David…" Eventually David stirred and his eyes fluttered open. He looked at his watch. Shit, he thought. He yelled and everyone woke up.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone was up and dressed. The guys wore their usual black leather. Today Sky opted for a blue tight tee-shirt and a glittery blue skirt with ballet shoes. Her skirt swished around her. At ten to 2, Max's car screeched around the corner and he came in wearing shades and his hood up. He pulled off his coat and hung it beside Sky's. He carried food. Sky walked up and hugged Max. He looked over her shoulder and mouthed Ready? The younger vampires nodded. Marko pulled the sheets back to reveal ropes on every bed post, and she didn't want to stand back and find out what they were for. She spun and pushed Max out of the way and bolted for the small exit. She was not ready for what happened next. She quite suddenly lost all feeling in her legs for a second and crumpled to the floor. Max picked her up but she kicked him in his crotch and he collapsed to the floor – even vampires have feelings, after all. She scrambled out of the door, just as the vampires were starting to move. It was a cloudy day outside, being November, and it was cold out. Lucky for the Vampires then – no direct sunlight to burn them. They followed her out and she started running for her life. Where? Why? She didn't know… all she knew was she wasn't staying there and becoming a sex puppet. David and Paul rose into the air and flew over head. Sky, of course, thought they were following on foot. Marko and Dwayne were, and were easily gaining on her. Meanwhile, Max had regained his feeling and had flew into the skies to hunt for the prey, easily spotted in a glittering skirt.
Sky was running for dear life. However in less than a second she realised she wasn't running anymore – she was being carried by Max through the air. She dared not let go – she didn't want to end up in a crumpled broken heap on the floor. So she was carried by the livid Max to the shack again, just as the clouds broke and sunlight began to filter through.