Well, I know I said I would post once a week, or every monday or something, but im not gunna be here next week (SCHOOLS FINALLY OUT) so I thought I would give this to you a little early...well, a lot early. Sorry for all you guys that thought this was about REAL vamps... its just about damn crazy people hurtin Shawn.
Shawn groaned.
"Ugh, what hit me..." he moaned moving his arms. Or trying to anyway. For some reason they were tied behind his back. He opened one eye, a little worried when the left one wouldn't open, and realized that he was handcuffed and sitting on his wonderfully fluffy couch in front of the flat screen TV in the psych office. One side of his face was caked in sticky blood explaining why his left eye wouldn't open.
"That would be this bat." A voice behind him stated making him jump. Shawn attempted to move his head but soon realized that movement was a bad idea. A really bad idea, if the wave of nausea making it hard to think was anything to go by. Closing his eyes tightly Shawn pushed down his sickness. He heard the sound of someone throwing something heavy to the ground and realized it must have been the bat that the voice behind him had mentioned. Opening his eyes Shawn nearly had a heart attack. There was person standing on the other end of the couch staring at him blankly. It was a woman with long straight black hair, purple lipstick, a ridiculous amount of eye shadow and eye liner coating her eyes and half of her face, and a long black dress with a slit going up the side. She lifted up her arms showing off the fishnets covering them and various dark bracelets.
"Greetings." She cooed eerily. "My name is Willow." She smiled widely, showing off her two pointed vampiric teeth. "And this is my significant other, Dmitry." She said pointing a dainty finger. Her fingernails were painted black and sharpened to a point. Shawn shuddered. He hated pointy things. A tall slender man, dressed completely in white, walked out from behind Shawn. His hair was white and he was wearing the cleanest, whitest three piece suit Shawn had ever seen in his life. It actually hurt to look at the guy. Squinting Shawn realized that the guy was even wearing white contact lenses. And of course, he had some sweet vampire fangs as well. The man walked in front of the couch and over to his dark partner in crime, Shawn almost gagged on the heavy stench of cinnamon that wafted off the guy in clouds. Shawn shook his head and pulled at the handcuffs behind his back ignoring the weird smell.
"Uhh, all right. Well, I'm Shawn, nice to meet you two. Would you like some pineapple? Tea? Blood of the innocent?" Shawn quipped sarcastically trying to squeeze his hand's out of the cuff's restraining him. Suddenly he gasped as something sharp stabbed his wrist's.
"By the way, Those cuffs have little hooks on the outside that will cut your flesh if you try to pull out of them, mortal." Dmitry explained clasping his hands behind his back. Shawn stared at the two people incredulously. Seriously, Who actually bought their own spiky, flesh stabbing handcuffs? Willow stepped around the couch and sat down next to Shawn's feet.
"We don't have much time. We are vampires. As we are we are not strong enough to start out own clan." Tje gothic female explained. Dmitry nodded and stepped around the couch as well. Placing his hand on Willows shoulder he bent down so that he was face to face with her.
"Hush, my love. You don t need to explain anything to this,"He paused and shot Shawn a glare, "This thing. He is nothing more than a food source. A pathetic human." Shawn scoffed at Dmitry as the wanna be vampire straightened up and walked around the couch so that he was directly behind Shawn and once again the only thing the tied up pseudo psychic could smell was the strong scent of cinnamon.
"Well excuse me." Shawn snapped, slightly offended. "If I'm such a useless, pathetic human why don't you just go get a new victim." He continued, grumbling unhappily.
"Because, mortal, we need the blood of a psychic to increase our otherworldly power." Dmitry explained, placing his hand on Shawn's shoulders.
"Um, Okay, well what does that have to do with-" All the blood drained from Shawn s face. Oh yeah, hewas psychic. Squirming under Dymity's grip, which was surprisingly strong, Shawn tried to worm his way off the couch. Or at least away from the crazy people about to try and drink his blood. Shawn sighed internally, why couldn't he ever deal with normal crazy people that just wanted to steal his wallet, or awesome Dukes of Hazard stuff? Why did it have to be vampires looking for the blood of a psychic?
"I thought you guys only drank animal blood! And how come I don't see any sparkles!" Shawn whined trying to distract them and buy some time for something to happen. Something that wouldn't end in all of his blood being eaten for dinner. The two vampire impersonators ignored him. Willow shook her head and pulled the long eight inch knife that had gone missing from the kitchen out from behind her back. Where she had been hiding it Shawn didn't know, he didn't care either. All he cared about at the moment was getting away from the crazy vampire people who wanted to drink his blood. Shawn renewed his struggling when Willow stood up and glided closer to him. Grabbing him by the shirt collar she tried to pull him up. When Shawn refused to stand Dmitry-Mcpushy pants shoved him in the back and smacked the bloodied side of his head. Wincing Shawn gave in and stood up.
"I know you guys are into the whole blood drinking thing, but I bet I could convert you if you tried some Jerk chicken from this awesome restaurant! It's like right down the road. Me and Gus go there all the time and-" Dmitry shoved Shawn into a corner and stood in front of him menacingly, The smell of cinnamon was so strong, that Shawn could taste it. Craning his neck to look up at the fake vampire, who had at least a foot on him, Shawn thought about cracking a joke. But all he could think about was the smell of cinnamon and how he was never going to be able to eat another bowl of cinnamon toast crunch, ever again.
"The first step." Willows voice instructed from somewhere behind the huge white clad wall known as Dmitry, "Is to spill the life blood of the victim." She whispered handing the knife over to her boyfriend or significant buddy or whatever it was she had called him. Shawn was having a hard time remembering anything other than how much he like having his life blood inside him. Not all over the floor.
"I don't think this is such a good idea, Gus will be mad, he does all the cleaning and-" Dmitry's hand shot forward. Shawn turned to the side instinctively. The movement caused Dmitry to miss Shawn's heart or chest or where ever it was that he had been aiming and hit the pseudo psychic s shoulder. The same one that had been shot not too long ago. Shawn breathed in sharply his breath sticking in his throat and his mind going numb as all the pain receptors in his brain went haywire. Dmitry twisted the knife and then pulled it out making Shawn scream in surprise as white hot pain flared across his shoulder after a few seconds the pain turned cold and began to throb steadily. Blood shot out of Shawn shoulder and splattered Dmitry's shirt, and face. Grinning happily Dmitry pressed a hand up against Shawn's bleeding wound to keep the psychic from tumbling to the ground. Which Shawn did not appreciate. All he wanted to do at the moment was lie down, curl up in a ball and go to sleep. Dmitry's smile widened when he squeezed Shawn's shoulder, electing another agonized scream.
"Well, Psychic, it doesn't seem like you have any more witty remarks left in you now, does it?" Dmitry laughed sadistically and then turned his attention to Willow who was watching the whole exchange in fascination.
"Willow, I missed his heart." The brute explained turning around and watching as Shawn's blood seeped threw his fingers. Willow shook her head sadly.
"It s fine dear; we can just slit his wrist's and finish him off" She mumbled in her quiet ghostly voice. Dmitry smiled at her and pulled Shawn forward. Shawn stumbled blindly up against Dmitry and allowed the wanna be vampire to grab his cuffed wrists and unlock them. His arms suddenly free, Shawn felt a renewed sense of strength and a rush of adrenaline. "Just throw him on the couch there." Willow instructed pointing a long black finger nail. Dmitry nodded and turned a little. While he was distracted Shawn lunged for Dmitry's hand and yanked the stupid blood stained kitchen knife out of it. Surprised that Shawn could still move that quickly Dmitry spun around and watched as the pseudo psychic stumbled across the room, somehow managing to keep himself from doing a face plant. Panting heavily Shawn held up the knife defensively. Dmitry smiled broadly, obviously enjoying himself.
"It seems my food, still has a bit of fight left." He growled crouching a little. Shawn felt a shiver run up his spine and couldn't tell if it was from pain or the creepy food reference.
"Your pretty slow for a v-vampire." Shawn stuttered, the pain in his shoulder clouding his thoughts. Dmitry growled angrily and pretended to lung forward, Shawn in his confused, pain filled state fell for the trick and stumbled backwards. Seeing this as a perfect opportunity Dmitry lunged forward, for real this time, and pulled two more knifes out from behind him. The first thing to hit Shawn was the smell of cinnamon, the second was the knee to his stomach. Dmitry knocked the pseudo psychic to the ground. Landing with a loud 'oof' Shawn felt Dmitry straddle him, and before he could even say, 'get off me', Dmitry took both knifes spun them around a little bit and stabbed both of Shawn's hands, right threw his palms. Letting loose a blood curdling scream Shawn instinctively tugged at his hands, Dmitry placed his hand over Shawn's mouth and muffled the second scream that worked its way through the pseudo psychics throat. Breathing hard threw his nose Shawn's head rolled to the right and this time the only thing that held the vomit at bay was the thought that he was laying on his back and would probably drown if he let himself retch. The two knives were buried deeply in the palm of his hands, and into the carpet. Pinning him to the ground. Shawn's breath picked up pace when a wave of agony pulsed threw his body. Not only did his head, shoulder and hands hurt, but the cut on his forehead was starting to bleed again. Shawn couldn't think about anything but the pain coursing threw his body and the stench of cinnamon currently trying to drown him. Dmitry removed his hand when he was sure Shawn wouldn't scream again. "It is time to eat." He declared leaning down close to Shawn's neck. Shawn started hyperventilating when Dmitry grabbed his forehead and pushed it back, exposing his neck.
"Stop! What the hell is wrong with you! Get off me!" Shawn struggled weakly, the knifes, hole in his shoulder, and full grown man sitting on him not really allowing for a wide range of movement. Willow walked up behind Dmitry, her hands clasped expectantly to her chest. "Oak, birch, pine! Whatever your name is! stop him! Please! You can't really believe- Unng!" Shawn made a strangled noise in his throat as Dmitry s teeth sunk into his exposed neck.
Okay! Ah, well please feel free to destroy me with your criticism. If you don't tell me what I'm doing wrong, then I'll never know what to fix. Don't even worry about hurting my feelings. and jeeze, you think i mentioned the hole cinnamon thing enough? heh.