This could not be possible. He was dead, Shane and his father were blamed for it, but there he was. Brandon stood in front of Claire, grinning a fang-y grin.
He laughed a slow, malicious laugh and walked slowly toward her, "Hello, Claire. Miss me?"
Claire shook her head, glaring.
"That's too bad. I missed you a lot, my dear."
He leaned forward, lightly placing his fangs against her neck, and then huffed. The warm air of his breath making Claire shiver. Brandon took a step back, "No, I'll wait."
He ripped the duct tape off Claire's mouth and she cried out, and suddenly felt red hot pain against her cheek as her head was knocked to the side, "Quiet!" Brandon yelled eyes red. Then they softened, "I didn't want to do that Claire but you made me. If you don't want the duct tape, you'll have to be good."
Claire stayed quiet, "That's right. Just like that." Brandon patted Claire's head and stalked away. Tears welled up again and this time, Claire failed to hold them back. Desperate, lost sobs escaped her lips as she wished that somehow, someone would save her.
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Claire wasn't sure how long it was until Brandon came back. She blacked out a few times but woke up almost instantly when she heard the footsteps.
"Ah, still awake, I see. Good."
"I thought you were dead." Claire said, "I saw you, in the casket."
"I am dead, darling. But they failed to take off my head, so I came back. I thought were smart."
"What do you want from me?"
He stroked her cheek, "Sweet Claire. It's not you that I want. Its your little boyfriend. He made a deal with me and had one of his father's barbaric friends kill me. Or try to."
"Shane didn't do anything to you!"
"No, dear. I specifically said 'his father's barbaric friend'. You know that his father caused him the reputation he has but I blame him specifically. He made a deal with no intentions to keep it—"
"You don't know that!"
He continued as if she hadn't spoken, "So I thought I should get back at him. But killing him or injuring him was too simple. Then, BAM!" Claire jumped at his outburst, the rope cutting into her wrists further, "I realized, I should go after the thing he loves most, which is you, my love. This will torture him more then I could have hoped to myself."
Claire opened her mouth to yell, but Brandon put a hand to her lips, "No more." And he sunk his fangs into her neck. As Claire felt herself get weaker and weaker, she thought to herself that she was glad it was her and not Shane. As things got darker, Claire welcomed unconsciousness. Claire felt Brandon's fangs slide out of her skin, "Just sleep. You will be here for a long while." She heard him say before she was gone altogether.