Chapter Two - Naughty Boys Raise the Stakes
The thing about newborn vampires is that they act, well, newborn. All they did was eat, sleep and cry. Yes, cry. Actually, it was more like have a raging tantrum by screaming and flailing their arms and legs because they wanted food. Only difference: vampires are a hell of a lot more dangerous, especially when they decide to whip their fangs out.
It was for this reason that Luna was not surprised when she resorted to strapping Nancy her bed. She was also not surprised when Nancy furiously shrieked at Luna about this when she came to her senses. Not that that lasted very long, considering the amount of sense newborn vampires actually posses. But once she got over her newborn stage, she was a steely ball of hate.
What Luna was surprised about, however, was that Nancy somehow didn't realize she was a vampire - or at the very least, different.
The whole affair had started with Nancy furiously screeching Luna's name along with some other rather obscene phrases. Under normal circumstances, Luna would have either ignored her or thrown her some bags of blood. But Luna had instantly noticed something about Nancy. One: Nancy was thrashing in her straps with her fangs beared. Instead, she lay calmly - that is, if you didn't count her clenched fists, frown and death glare which was, quite frankly, more frightening than any leech's fangs. Two: Nancy was a lot more observant than before - which Luna would have taken as a good sign, if it weren't for the fact that she was clutching two sandwich bags filled with blood (which reminded Luna way too much of overflowing nappies). Considering Nancy's previous reactions to the supernatural, Luna wasn't quite sure how she would handle this.
Needless to say, exactly as Luna should have expected.
Luna tried not to squirm under Nancy's death glare. She tried, that is, to no prevail.
"Okay." She stammered, "Okay. Nancy, I have an excuse." Luna was answered by Nancy's narrowed eyes.
"You have no excuse for this." Nancy growled, spelling out each word.
"Um... Trust me-"
Nancy interrupted, "So there is an excuse for strapping me to my bed? With wicker basket- wait, wicker basket?! What the hell... And what are you holding? Is that-?"
"I really do have an excuse, Nancy" Luna squeaked, hoping that vampires were as weak to wood as she had been lead to believe they are. That way, she wouldn't figure a way out of the straps of wicker basket and wooden hand-cuffs Luna had used to keep Nancy from attacking her.
"Which is?" Nancy questioned.
"Let me just get you some bl- I mean wine." Luna said, making her way out of Nancy's room.
"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Nancy demanded and when Luna didn't answer she added, "I really am going to need wine. A lot of wine."
Sullivan - or as he liked to introduce himself, Dracula II, because at the time he adopted the name, the original Dracula was still around and Devil forbid people get their names mixed up - was feeling quite satisfied after his attack the previous night on the late-night cafe. It was the perfect opportunity - really, what idiots went out at stupid 'o' clock for a coffee? Not anyone who mattered. The attack had gone quite well, except for the crazy lady that got away. Well, everyone makes mistakes. Besides, that woman was nuts - who sees someone sucking the life out of another person and gets annoyed by the fact that it's 'fake'? Not a normal person for sure.
So yes, Sullivan's attack went well and the blood had certainly been tasty, albeit poisoned by alcohol. The alcohol was probably the reason he couldn't remember a thing after the crazy woman had left. Now he was laid-back on his rugged sofa, calmly sipping on a glass of blood he had found in his fridge as he watched TV. He enjoyed relaxing, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed ripping the throat out of his latest victim and sucking the warm, succulent blood out of their dying bodies as they-
There was a knock on his door.
Sullivan groaned as he dragged himself out of his comfortable position on the sofa and went to answer the door. He opened it lazily as he asked, dazed;
"Who is it?"
Then he felt a searing pain in his head and he became unconscious.
Nancy wasn't sure if the contents of the glass was actually wine. The liquid seemed a little too bright and haunting to be wine. Nancy wasn't sure why the liquid was haunting, but it seemed familiar - like something that she shouldn't be drinking from a glass. However, despite Luna's somewhat questionable actions, Nancy liked to think that Luna was telling the truth.
Nancy took a sip. The wine tasted completely different to how she expected it to taste. There was no hint of red grapes or alcohol and it wasn't a particularly strong taste either. In actual fact, it was rather sweet and oddly satisfying.
"Hmm. Well at least the wine is nice. Where did you get this?" she said. Luna expression shifted to one of amusement mixed with... disgust? Okay, Luna had some serious explaining to do. Who straps their roommate to a bed without an explanation? Who sane person does these sort of things?
"Nancy."
"Yeah?"
"You need to listen to what I have to say and you need to know that what I'm about to say... Well, it's going to sound pretty, um, odd." Luna replied, "What I'm about to tell you is going to be more than a little shocking and I'm going to warn you that you react strongly. You need-"
"What are you talking about?" Nancy asked, baffled and irked by Luna's secretiveness.
"Do you know that place you like to go to? That cafe? There's been an attack there. I'm not sure if you were there or you remember it or what-"
Nancy piped up, "I was there. There wasn't an attack. There was some stupid guy who pretended to be a vampire-"
"Yeah. That was the attack." Luna stated, and before Nancy could interrupt her, continued, "You came home later and just fainted. You had two puncture marks in your neck."
"What the hell are you going on about?"
"You're a vampire."
Oh God, Nancy thought, she really has gone insane.
Sullivan woke in an anonymous room with a wooden stake shoved firmly against his chest. Blood red eyes were staring into his own, daring him to go against them. Surrounding the owner of the eyes were two other formally dressed vampires - both high status, and both dangerously furious.
How had he gotten himself into this?
"James Harper, Logan Daniels, Harry Goodman, Robert Jones, George Webb, Fredrick Thomas, Kayla Thompson, Marie Roberts, Annie Smith and Jade Collins. All found dead this morning. Evidence seems to point to an animal attack. But people can't help but notice the two suspicious punctures in each victim's neck. Not to mention the report of eyewitness Hayley Davidson claiming the murders were the result of a person and there is another witness to prove this report." Red eyes started, his voice low and eerily calm.
"How peculiar, that this attack is similar to what a vampire attack would be like." Piped up the man to red eye's right, a humourless smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, "How peculiar, that a vampire - especially one as old as you - would be stupid enough to leave not one, but two survivors of his attack."
"Don't forget the overwhelming amount of evidence that was left at the scene." Added the man to red-eye's left, who lazily ran a hand though his hair, which was not unlike Sullivan's own. "There's the bodies, fingerprints - the full Monty."
Red-eyes and his comrades closed in a trembling Sullivan, laughing. Sullivan nervously laughed along with them.
"Ahh, us vampires! Aren't we an adventurous bunch!" he grinned, trying his best not to soil himself. Red-eyes and his comrades laughed harder.
"I don't think that plan's going to work. You see, we've been ordered to carry out your murder." Said red eyes as he pulled out a stake. He then raised the weapon and just as he was about to bring it down, a high-pitched scream erupted from the other side of the room.
"W-w-what are you doing to that p-poor man?!"
The person who spoke was a young, sweet-faced woman. Her silky brown hair was in one thick plait which hung to the waist of her red polka-dot dress. On her feet was a pair of shiny black pumps, topped with a small bow on each foot. A worried expression crept onto her face, making her cherry-red lips form a cute little 'O'.
"But -"
"But nothing!" the woman cried, hurrying to the tied-up Sullivan.
"Ma-"
"Oh look at him!" she continued, fumbling the ropes wrapping Sullivan, "He's terrified! He's like a little lost puppy! Look at him!"
"Are you be-"
"Everything is going to be alright now, don't you worry." The woman said to a shell-shocked Sullivan, helping him up and leading him out the room. Before exiting herself, she turned to face the vampires.
"You naughty boys! You should be ashamed of yourselves!" she shouted and then left the men standing there, utterly astonished.
"So... Who saw that coming?"