The lights were dim as I ran into the street filled with stop and go traffic . One of the cars decided to move up and hit my thigh as I ran past, making me fall into the back of the car in front. I glared at the teenager in the front seat and dug my heel into his hood before I kept going. I found a small park a few blocks down from the club, I sat on a set of swings and twisted the chain. I knew I would have to go back eventually, but not right now. If I went back right now I would have to listen to Tripp lecture me. The swing was cold and the wet snow went up to my ankles. I had forgotten it was January when I ran out of the cub in nothing but a pair of high heels and a little black dress.
A melody played on a violin swayed through the air as I twisted to it, getting caught up in the tune. A shadow passed through the corner of my eye I looked up quickly, Alexander was standing under the street lamp, his face half shrouded in darkness. I went to call to him when I realized he was talking to someone, the violin player. I couldn't see her face, but she looked young. I tried to listen to him but he was talking in a language I didn't understand. She listened as the notes still drifted through the air, then they abruptly stopped and she started to back away. Soon she was yelling at him, my guess telling him to go away. Wait, I knew what was going on, he was trying to bring her to the Gothic Fusion, just like Tripp with me. Alex moved at the lightning speed and she stopped, dropping her violin with a loud clatter on the icy pavement. Lowering his head to her neck he blended with shadow, I could have guessed what he was doing. Three seconds later she crumpled, falling towards the unforgiving pavement until he caught her and walked back down the way he had come.
What had just happened? I know the same thing had happened to me but it was unbelievable to watch it happen to someone else. I wasn't sure how exactly to respond. Follow them or act like I hadn't seen anything. I decided to stay on my stupid swing and wait, that way I wouldn't have to get up.
Five minutes later I still hadn't moved, not knowing if I even could if I wanted to, my teeth were chattering and my feet were frozen in the snow.
"Sarah…" I heard a familiar voice sigh. Slowly lifting my gaze I saw Tripp standing in front of me, shaking his head.
"W…what?" I chattered, trying to make the word come out harsh, but instead it came out like a three part mumble, and the word has two syllables.
"Come on, if you stay here any longer you'll freeze to death."
"N…no." I pouted. He chuckled lightly and walked slowly to me.
"If you stay here, another vampire will come and get you." He said, looking down at my legs. Following his stare I realized my leg was bleeding from where the car hit me.
I glared at him as I shivered my answer. "F…f…fine." I went to get up, but my body wouldn't cooperate. "I…th….think I…I n…need to b…be welded….off." I was so cold I could barely talk. Tripp laughed and detatched my hands from the cold metal chains, my arms fell limply to my sides. He took the black leather jacket he was wearing and draped it around my shoulders. It was still cold, but I
wrapped it around my completely, happy for the extra layer. I stood up but my legs turned to pudding underneath my weight and I fell backwards, Tripp caught me just before I hit the snow.
"You are so human." He stated, picking me up into the much to prissy princess hold and heading down the sidewalk. His jaw clenched and his eyes were glazed over, he was trying really hard to keep his head as far away from me as he could.
"What!" I snapped, wondering what I had done wrong.
"Your scent, it's driving me nuts." He snapped right back.
"I can walk if it's bothering you too much!" I didn't like being carried anyway.
"then you get more blood to your leg, even worse." I made a noise of disagreement and let him take me wherever he was going, which happened to be a drug store. He sat me on one of the benches outside and held his finger up to me.
"Stay." He commanded, walking through the double doors.
"Where am I gonna go!" I yelled into the snowy night, I could swear I heard him laughing. I sat there and twiddled my thumbs for about five minutes until he glided back out . Handing me the plastic bag he sat next to me, looking the other way. I rummaged through the bag and discovered he had bought an antiseptic and a role of gauze. I had never used the brand of antiseptic before so I had no idea how exactly to use it.
"Why didn't you buy some normal stuff like hydrogen peroxide." I mumbled
"Why? Need help?" He teased, his eyes smoldering. I blushed, unfair play.
"Maybe I do." I retorted, handing him the bottle. Now it was his turn to freak. He clenched his jaw and held his breath as he poured the liquid onto my leg.
"Ow!" I yelled, my leg twitching. Maybe having a vampire who thought I smelled appetizing clean my bleeding wound wasn't, and still isn't, the best idea, but since when have I been prone to good ideas?
"Sorry, but yeah, it's going to sting." He snapped, breathing shallowly. WE left the evil antiseptic on my leg for a few seconds then we started wrapping the gauze around it.
"There." He muttered after he finished. Standing up, I realized that my leg felt a lot better, though putting my weight on it still hurt. It was time to head back to the club. We stared to walk at an excrutiatingly slow pace, most of my weight on Tripp. By the time we reached around ten yards, he had a 'bad idea' smirk on his face.
"Want to go a little faster?" He asked, excitement eminent in every word.
"Why?" I asked skeptically, not sure I liked the sound this.
"Oh, you'll see." He kneeled down with his back facing me., his hands ready to hold me to him.
"What are you doing?"
"Hop on!" He ordered happily. I limped to him and he pulled me onto his back. I held him in a choke hold and looked at him skeptically. He adjusted so I wouldn't fall off before he sprinted off at seventy miles per hour through New York City.
Imagine being in a high powered convertible going down the Eurpoean autobon and you'll know what it's like to ride on a vampires back through New York, really damn scary. Now imagine those speeds while whizzing past people, cars, and other random objects just waiting to knock your head off. Even worse right? Yeah, I thought so. In around thirty seconds we were at the front doors of the Gothic Fusion.
"Now how was that?" He smirked. I detached my hands and feet and slid off of him. I waited for my rain to catch up with my body.
"That…was…Awesome!" I yelled wondering why exactly I felt that way. Oh, there's my brain. "It was like a roller coaster or something, so scary but so cool!" As I talked my hands moved in wild spastic movements from the adrenaline rush.
"Gad you liked that." He chuckled, leaning against the doors to push them open. "For a second there I thought you were going to throw up."
I chuckled lightly. "Me? Puke? No way." I flipped my hair into his face and tried to make a graceful entrance, but failing miserably because of the gauze, so I would have to settle with limping in.