Chapter 3:
Plan B? What on Earth was that? I still couldn't believe their insisting that their vampire story was true. But it was my brother and his best friend telling me. That did give it some credence.
No! This is insane. Mail and Mihael both turned to face me again. They seemed very reluctant to do whatever 'plan B' was. Their eyes slowly turned crimson and I gasped in recognition. I remembered what had happened. Surely not. Surely there is no way in Hell that that is possib— I was stunned into silence as they hissed at me menacingly, bearing their fangs.
I wanted to scream, but nothing came. I swallowed in fear. "Oh, my God!" I squeaked as I fainted, banging my skull against the tiles.
I came round some time later.
"Ugh, my head", I groaned, rubbing at it. "Jeez, that really hurts."
Mail and Mihael were both crouched down beside me. They looked relived when I woke up. I suddenly realised what was going on. Before I could stop myself, I recoiled against the wall in terror. "S-S-STAY AWAY!" I screamed. I panicked and made a rudimentary crucifix with my fingers.
"Stay Back! I mean it!" I tried not to show any fear. They both sighed and shook their heads. They couldn't help but grin at this.
"Do you honestly think that a crucifix or any other religious symbol will work against us?" He laughed coldly. This was not the Mail I knew. This was not the kind, sweet, loving older brother that I so admired. He has cold, hard, calculating, cruel, emotionless.
"That is a complete myth made up by humans. The vast majority don't know that we exist. We didn't know until two years ago. Just to be clear, Holy water is powerless, religious books/artefacts do bugger all, sunlight does nothing more than it does to humans and we do have reflections."
He stared at me. His eyes were like ice, cold and horrible. They were green once again but were dull. They had lost all of their life and brightness. He had changed so much. I feared him. I was actually terrified of my own brother. I looked over at Mihael. He had changed so much too. His eyes were blue once again but were bright and laser-like. They burnt right through to your soul. He looked so angry and bitter. He had an enormous scar down the left side of his face. He had been really nasty when I asked him how he got it.
I stood up and started to walk away. An ice-cold hand gripped my shoulder tightly.
"And where do you think you're going?" an emotionless monotone asked. I squeaked slightly and he turned me around. His icy green eyes met my bright emerald ones.
"You do realise that you aren't going anywhere right? Once a vampire lets a victim live, they belong to them. You belong to me and Mihael and you are staying right here."
BELONG TO THEM, WHAT THE HELL? Each syllable was colder and more forced than the last. It was so weird. When I first saw them again, they had been like they were before. They had been so kind and considerate. They were worried about me. I had felt so safe. Now I had never felt so endangered in my life. What where they going to do with me? He dropped me back down. I curled up in a ball in the corner and started crying again.
"What are we going to do with her?" Mihael asked quietly. The two of them walked into the kitchen area thinking I was out of earshot. I wasn't. I could hear every word they said.
"Keep her here for now. Feed on her if we are hungry. I don't know! You're the one who spared her. Why didn't you kill her there and then?"
Mihael thought for a bit, and then answered.
"I don't know. I guess I couldn't. She's your little sister." He shuffled awkwardly.
"And?" Mail still had the same emotionless expression.
I gulped. Everything before, all of the kindness and apologising. It was all an act. Maybe they meant it at the time but their true sides have now come through, their sadistic, sociopathic, evil and cruel sides.
"I suppose we could recruit her." Mihael suggested.
"What do you mean?" Mail asked. He sat down on the breakfast bar, swinging his long legs.
A bit of the old Mail was still there. The childish Mail was still intact.
"I mean, make her one of us. That way we could be together again." He looked hopeful.
"I missed you too, Mihael" I whispered quietly, a single tear trickling down my face.
A huge grin formed on Mail's face. "Why not? In fact, I'll do it now."
He leapt off the breakfast bar and walked back towards me. WHAT?! NO! No way. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!
I recoiled further away as he got closer. I must have looked truly pitiful as his face softened slightly. He reached towards my cheek and caressed it gently. It was so cold. I winced slightly.
"Please don't. Mail please stop. Please don't!" I cried.
He chuckled darkly. With one swift motion, he grabbed my neck and tilted it towards himself.
He licked it making me grimace. I wanted to scream but as I opened my mouth, he shoved is hand over it. It was freezing. He buried his fangs into my neck. It was unbelievably painful. Warm blood trickled down my neck. I could hear him gulping it down loudly. He pulled away leaving me feeling lightheaded.
His eyes were still red. He looked truly terrifying; crimson eyes, blood dripping around his mouth, fangs sticking out of his mouth, an ice like stare and an evil smirk. It was nightmare material.
He bit down on his wrist until he drew blood. Without warning, he shoved it against my mouth. I kept it firmly shut. I refused to become blood-sucking monsters like them. Mihael walked over and pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth. I tasted a coppery fluid run over my tongue. Unlike my blood, it was bitterly cold. I felt it fill me up. Mail pulled his wrist away from me and Mihael released my nose. "Welcome" They said in unison as for the third time today, I passed out.