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Edgar PoV
Sam, Alan and I pace warily around the darkened halls where we soon discover Max, sleeping with that despicable vampire disguise on. And we thought he was human for a moment...
I brandish my precious wooden stake from the rucksack burdening my backs structure, staring at it with hope that it'll finish the damn bloodsucker off. I glance at Alan, a shimmer of the same optimism in his brown eyes. Jesus, I'm finally going to do it – kill a vampire. Jesus.
"You guys ready for blood confetti?" I ask in my professional gruff voice. Sammy snorts, an almost disgusted expression pencilled on his facial features.
"What was that, a little vampire humour?" Sam rasps, scoffing at my idea of a joke. "Well, it wasn't funny" Obviously it was. If it wasn't, Alan wouldn't have that smirk on his lips and trying to bury his chuckles with his hand. Guess considering the circumstances with his own brother, being one of them nightstalkers, he doesn't favour crude jokes about vampires anymore.
"Yeah it was. Just not to you" I hiss, concealing the volume in my voice to prevent the elderly bloodsucker from hearing me.
I pat the bump in my pocket, the bump being an explosive I'll throw at the house subsequent to killing this guy's ass, just in case he's still alive. Thankfully, I've brought my goggles along with me. I took them out earlier just in case that girl, I don't know her name, I just think she's hot, vomited everywhere after Sam gave her the animal blood. Vampires either explode or implode when being staked, and I don't know whether it applies to throwing up as well. With a grin on my lips, satisfied with my plan, I bring my hand up again and clutch it around my wooden stake. In the corner of my eye, I see Alan kiss the tip of the stake, synchronising the movement with me. God, I hope this works. It should work; I don't see why it shouldn't. After all, stakes kill vampires, if you get it in the heart. Then, I pause, noticing Sam's missing something.
"Sam, where's your garlic necklace?" I growl, the rumble in my throat being low. Sam's eyes widen, his hands fumbling around his throat slightly as if he's searching for the garlic bulbs that I've blatantly stated aren't there. I roll my eyes and tut at him, knowing he most likely abandoned it in the car with the girl. Well, if we have an infuriated hot girl who looks like she's been going through a major hormone rush alongside a huge reaction to an allergy, we know the source. "This is not the time to be making one of your weird fashion statements! Vampires don't give a shit if you're looking good when they kill you!" I exhale harshly, kind of annoyed. Okay, more than annoyed. "Forget it, just pray we don't have a pissed off, wailing hot vampire on our hands when we get back to the car"
I knit my brow together, wondering why Sam and Alan seem so fixated behind me. After several dramatic hand gestures and scowls, I decide it's time I speak out.
"What the hell is it? You guys look like you've seen a naked chick in a bar!" Then, I note the fright in their eyes. Opening my mouth to voice my interrogations again, my eyes also widen as I smell something very foul, a foulness too proximate for my liking. Crap, I think Max is awake.
"Right you are, Edgar" Max chuckles, a heinous chuckle that causes Alan and Sam to screech like girls. I scamper over to them, wrapping my arms around Alan and screaming along with them in a jumbled chorus. Holy shit!
"Jesus Christ, you talked! You talked!" I cease my words for a moment. The guy scanned my thoughts. They read minds. This is so not good. "You read my mind! Holy Jesus, God in heaven, you read my mind!"
"Indeed I did, Edgar. Now, if you don't mind, put down your stakes before I kill you, it'll be so much easier" he commands. Who does this bloodsucker think he is? "The head 'bloodsucker', thank you, Edgar" Damn it, why did his correction remind me of what that girl said earlier? Was she trying to prepare us or did she just naturally stand up for herself? Damn it, Edgar, stop thinking! "Yes, Edgar, stop thinking. Dear Sierra is fast asleep in the car. Thorn will soon get to her though, and will kill her, as I am about to do to you"
"Never, bloodsucker!" I bark, threateningly aiming my stake at him. I scour the room desperately, copying the objects from what I can see into a memory – a stereo, a bookcase, various newspapers – Jeez, does this guy listen to Mozart and read Shakespeare whilst looking over his victims in the 'Missing People' section?
"Actually, Edgar, I listen to Bach, read great American classics whilst looking over my victims and grinning how good they tasted" Max chuckles, his crimson eyes gleaming in the pure blackness. This guy is vile, more than vile, he's evilly vile. Insane in fact – he needs to die.
"That's great, but I don't do Bach. No, I listen to the sweet sound of rock and roll whilst watching the sun go up over Santa Carla, something you're going to do! Hit it, Alan!" At that, Bach blares out of the stereo, my triumphant grin plummeting dramatically. That didn't go exactly how I anticipated, but I can work with it. I sluggishly turn my head to Alan, a bemused scowl on my face. "What. The hell. Was that?"
"Who would've thought, huh?" A smirk grows on Alan's mouth. It's time. "Didn't know vampires liked being staked to Bach!"
"Time to die. The Power of Christ compels you, demon!" Sam yells, charging towards him with Alan and I with stakes proudly above our heads, a battle cry liberating itself from our mouths.
Before I know it, I'm catapulted to the magnolia coloured wall! At least he didn't vomit pea soup on me, I would have had an issue with that. After all, I like this shirt. Anyway, kill now, ask questions and think later. I bounce back to my feet, brushing past Sam and Alan doggedly attacking Max with plenty of faults, not on their behalf, but due to his elderly vigour.
"Get him into the sun!" Alan screams, and we all commence the attempt to haul Max into his demise, wishing fervently that it showers over him and makes him burn. He needs to die, he's the most insane vamp I've ever laid my eyes on. All of a sudden, we are all tossed into the sunlight like we're nothing but light toys. I've never been so glad to be in a sun.
Then, I remember the explosion device. We can still kill him and escape this – alive. Only one of the people in the house is going to die, and it's the bloodsucker.
"Sammy, the duck-tape!" I frantically gesture above Max's cackles, insanity fleeing from his mouth but still retaining enough inside of him. "Never mind, we don't have enough time!" I throw the bomb so it lands by the entrance, the ticking down to Max's death beginning.
"Move! Move! Move!" At Alan's frenzied direct, we sprint out of the house, the rush of adrenaline gorging through our veins! "Drive, Sierra, drive!"
"Sierra, it's going to blow! Drive for God's sakes, drive!" Sam screeches, making wild arm movements to display his anxious emotions currently. That halfie better not be asleep!
We dive into the sun's rays, something that demented vampire will be reuniting with soon, before replaying the scene, literally as we lob open the gate, practically barging through it, and lunge ourselves to the ground for protection, watching the orange glaze from the tremendous eruption, just out of reach of the fire escalating into the air. Thankfully, Thorn deserts his incessant mission to kill Sierra and flees to his now dead master.
"Wait, the dog should be dying, literally mummifying" Alan murmurs as we observe Thorn dart into the destroyed house with bemused eyes.
"Thanks for the vivid image there, Alan" Sam mutters in a dazed tone, too concentrated on the fact Thorn is alive. I like dogs and everything, but that one borders on Cujo. Why is he alive? Unless, Max is alive. "Shit! We didn't kill him! Shit, shit, shit! Mike's gonna be pissed off to hell and back!" Sam begins to cuss like never before.
"I say we take this opportunity to get back into the car before the canine mass murderer arrives again to finish what he started!" Alan suggests, running to the car with the rest of us following. We all stumble into the car, with me snarling slightly at the fact Sierra fell asleep on duty. Sam instantly begins to shake her, examining her with distress. "She okay?" After a moment of inspecting and attempts to awake the Sleeping Beastie, Sam spirals around to face us.
"She's not waking up. She's breathing, but not waking up. God, she must be really exhausted" Sam informs us, silently adding that one of us has to drive. I can't miss this opportunity now as I climb into the front and place myself on Sierra's lap.
"Oh, this feels just perfect" I sigh contently, pleased that I'm sitting on a hot girl's thighs and am about to drive us to freedom. I bounce up and down slightly, adjusting myself so I can be comfortable when I drive. I smirk to myself, both hands on the wheels and depicting a racing car engine. "She has some nice thighs"
"Yeah, thighs that could break at any moment! She's too weak! At least get her in the back with us" an anxious Sam rasps. "I've checked her over, she's got –
"Nice, Sammy!" Alan cheers, constantly peering back at the house. Max won't come out and it's mid-afternoon, so we have plenty of time. In addition to that, we schemed Plan B with the permission of Sam.
"Not like that, you sick freak! I mean, she's got ribs sticking out, her muscles are weak, her metabolisms fucked, and her glands are up! She's contracted tonsillitis for God's sakes! You saw how she took that blood, like the vampire in her didn't want it and the weak human suppressed the vampire. She's not well, and having Edgar on top of her isn't going to help!" Sam reasons with us, but it doesn't work. I want to move quickly, and I'm not too keen in having this girl vamp out on me in the event of disturbing her slumber.
"Well, when the time comes, she can be on the bottom! There, does that solve your answer? Now relax, Sambo, nothing's going to happen to Princess of Darkness, here. Anyway, if she's in the back with you, she could vamp out. I'm taking one for the team!" I protest, turning the engine on with the twist of the key in the ignition. That growl from the engine makes me feel freer than an eagle gliding in the sky.
"Yeah, taking one for the team alright, bud – in your dreams! Now just drive!" With that final shout from Sam, I stomp on the engine, the screech of the tyres abruptly colliding with the road echoing out for miles upon miles. Soon, we will commence Phase 2, a.k.a – The Showdown.