Bit shorter then the other chapter so sorry about that
Chapter Three
Annie felt warm.
She was soaked to the bone with hot, wet, blood. She wasn't sure if her throat was still even there any more. She couldn't feel anything below her eyes. She was glad. If she could feel anything, she knew she wouldn't be able to handle it and would take her own life in any way possible, including ripping out her already half-dislodged guts.
She breathed in, and out, and in, and out, and in.
And stopped.
The vampire licked the last of the blood from her lips. Mm. Good.
Then a pain struck her heart like a dagger.
And Josie found herself lying on the floor, clothes even more splattered with blood than before, some matting her hair.
She remembered Skye and Madeleine coming into the alleyway. Then, Dr. Jones had shouted and ran. the others had been confused... Looked at Josie. Then... they'd screamed, and Josie had laughed... and... and...
Josie snapped up into a sitting position. And then...
Oh.
Josie slowly, ever so slowly, almost painfully, turned around. Among the mess of blood, there was a body. Only one. The others had escaped. Hopefully unharmed.
Josie felt tears making tracks in the thick layer of congealed blood coating her face. She crawled over to the body, almost unrecognisable in the mess. She flopped on the floor beside the head. A calm expression was on the face. It was almost resigned, like she knew she was doomed and wanted to spend the last few moments remembering how perfect life was before.
Josie's lip trembled. She put her hands on the face, eyes blurry.
"I'm sorry, Annie."
Josie bowed her head.
"I'm so sorry."
"You'd better be."
Josie jumped. That voice. But it was...
Josie turned, eyes wide.
Annie.
She stood there, looking agitated, arms crossed, wearing the jeans, tartan converse, top and hoodie she'd been wearing. She was still wearing. Josie's head switched between the body and whatever was standing in front of her.
"Annie?"
"Gorgeous isn't it?" Annie said, indicating to the body, ignoring Josie. "Just lovely. That's me. You know, I had plans. I wanted to do things. Become things. Be things. Oh, no, not any more."
"What are you?"
"You tell me, you're the one who did it."
Josie winced.
"I'm so sorry Annie, it wasn't, I didn't mean, I didn't want-"
"Course you didn't! You just killed me by accident!"
Josie didn't say anything.
Silence fell.
"Bravo!"
And Josie was gone.
"Josie, wait!" Annie cried.
"Oo, touchy!" said Dr. Jones as he reappeared. "So, Annie. Lovely, lovely Annie. You won't be able to spit on me THIS time."
Annie twitched.
"You're a ghost now, Annie. Hadn't you figured that out?"
Annie said nothing.
"Look at you. Of course, most people won't be able to."
Silence.
"I can. I made you. I have privileges."
No sound.
"I've caved in the doors of death. people can stay now, after they've died. Only some, though. Those with 'unfinished business'."
Annie flinched.
"Now, I wonder what yours is," Dr. Jones contemplated, circling Annie. "Maybe revenge on your little friend. Maybe revenge on me!" He laughed.
"Goodbye, Dr. Jones," Annie hissed, and disappeared with a slight snap.
The alleyway drew silent. Dr. Jones smiled.
He saw a figure turning round the corner, one with a suit and tails. And he was carrying a limp, still figure.
Dr. Jones beamed.
"Now," he said, slowly and deliberately, "is the time.
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