Vampires Will Never Hurt You., chapter 2
I decided, even though it was most probably foolish of me, to answer the door. It was raining after all.
I shakily walked down the stairs and towards the doorway. I could see the silhouettes of the three men stood there. A couple of times as I walked down the hallway, I considered running back to my bedroom and cowering under my bed sheets until the morning.
I finally reached the door and opened it, coming face to face with the three men stood there.
"Hey, little girl, is your mommy home?" The one stood to the right asked in an American accent.
"Hey!" I said, getting annoyed at the fact that he had called me a little girl, "I live on my own, so no, she isn't," I managed to choke out, holding back the fresh tears at the mention of my mum.
"Uh, are you sure?" The taller man asked, looking sceptical.
"Yes, I'm sure, I'm twenty years old for Christ sake!" I don't know what made me get so angry really. I do look younger than I am. I do still look like I did five years ago.
The man in the middle just looked at me, his mouth slightly open and his green eyes glazed over.
"Uh, is he alright?" I asked pointing to the guy with black hair.
"Umm. Billie!" the taller man shouted, clicking his fingers.
The shorter man seemed to come out of his trance and a clap of thunder sounded behind them.
"So can I help you?" I asked. These men reminded me of someone that I had seen before, but I couldn't quite remember who.
"We were wondering if we could borrow you phone, our car's broken down and I can't get a signal," the tall man said.
"Sure," I said leading them to the dust-covered phone. I hadn't used it since the night when my parents had gone.
They looked unsurely at me and then the same one that had called me little girl reached out to grab the phone.
"I'll be back in a minute," I said hurriedly, before running up the stairs and slamming my bedroom door behind me.
I really didn't know what to do. There downstairs were three men, perfectly unaware of what happened, when all I can do is think about it and relive it in my mind. I caught sight of the mirror, I still couldn't find any traces of a reflection.
"Oh, God, please help," I whimpered, falling to my knees. I couldn't go back downstairs. Not tonight. not while I had three unsuspecting, potential victims in my house. I never want to hurt anybody, but I can't help it. I have these urges. Sometimes at night I try to convince myself that it is all a dream and that I'll wake up in the morning to the smell of pancakes being cooked for breakfast and I would be able to hear my parents talking.
"Are you alright up there?" I heard a voice come from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a second, make yourselves at home!" I shouted.
Why did I have to shout that? Why did I tell them to make themselves at home. Now I'm in even more trouble. What if they think it's an invitation to sleep the night?
I stood up again, trying to compose myself and walked out of my bedroom.
I wandered down the stairs and into the living room, where the three were sprawled out across the sofa.
"Hi," I managed to smile. They didn't seem to notice that something was wrong. I guess that those acting classes paid off.
"Hi, your phone line's down errr?" the one who had been on the phone said to me, trailing off when he realised he didn't know my name.
"Oh, sorry, my name's Sophia," I muttered.
"That's a pretty name," the tallest of the three said, before the black-haired one jumped in.
"I'm guessing you already know who we are?" he said, looking at his feet.
"Uh, no, I don't actually," I said, truthfully.
The guys looked at each other with a look of what looked like surprise on their faces.
"Well, my names Tre and these are Mike and Billie Joe,"
"Hi. I think I've heard those names together somewhere before," I said, sitting down next to Mike.
"Wouldn't be surprised," Tre grinned.
I had an overwhelming urge to attack him there and then, but before it got too strong, I managed to run out of the room and call back "I'll be back in a minute, err, again" as I ran up the stairs into my bedroom again.
How was I going to survive this night like this. I had a sudden tooth ache in my canine teeth. I placed my had to my mouth as I gasped in pain. I walked over to my bed and sunk down, silently pleading with anyone who may be able to hear my thoughts. I looked towards the mirror. I still couldn't see myself reflected in there. Oh how I wish that they had come some time during the day. Why did that man have to change my life. Why couldn't he have killed me like my parents. It would have been a whole lot better if he had. I couldn't cope like this anymore. I didn't have the heart to kill.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I heard the voice of Mike from outside my bedroom.
"Yes. Do you want to try the phone again?" I called. I heard Mike walk out of the hallway. And I sank my head down on my pillow again.
I shakily walked down the stairs and towards the doorway. I could see the silhouettes of the three men stood there. A couple of times as I walked down the hallway, I considered running back to my bedroom and cowering under my bed sheets until the morning.
I finally reached the door and opened it, coming face to face with the three men stood there.
"Hey, little girl, is your mommy home?" The one stood to the right asked in an American accent.
"Hey!" I said, getting annoyed at the fact that he had called me a little girl, "I live on my own, so no, she isn't," I managed to choke out, holding back the fresh tears at the mention of my mum.
"Uh, are you sure?" The taller man asked, looking sceptical.
"Yes, I'm sure, I'm twenty years old for Christ sake!" I don't know what made me get so angry really. I do look younger than I am. I do still look like I did five years ago.
The man in the middle just looked at me, his mouth slightly open and his green eyes glazed over.
"Uh, is he alright?" I asked pointing to the guy with black hair.
"Umm. Billie!" the taller man shouted, clicking his fingers.
The shorter man seemed to come out of his trance and a clap of thunder sounded behind them.
"So can I help you?" I asked. These men reminded me of someone that I had seen before, but I couldn't quite remember who.
"We were wondering if we could borrow you phone, our car's broken down and I can't get a signal," the tall man said.
"Sure," I said leading them to the dust-covered phone. I hadn't used it since the night when my parents had gone.
They looked unsurely at me and then the same one that had called me little girl reached out to grab the phone.
"I'll be back in a minute," I said hurriedly, before running up the stairs and slamming my bedroom door behind me.
I really didn't know what to do. There downstairs were three men, perfectly unaware of what happened, when all I can do is think about it and relive it in my mind. I caught sight of the mirror, I still couldn't find any traces of a reflection.
"Oh, God, please help," I whimpered, falling to my knees. I couldn't go back downstairs. Not tonight. not while I had three unsuspecting, potential victims in my house. I never want to hurt anybody, but I can't help it. I have these urges. Sometimes at night I try to convince myself that it is all a dream and that I'll wake up in the morning to the smell of pancakes being cooked for breakfast and I would be able to hear my parents talking.
"Are you alright up there?" I heard a voice come from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah, I'll be down in a second, make yourselves at home!" I shouted.
Why did I have to shout that? Why did I tell them to make themselves at home. Now I'm in even more trouble. What if they think it's an invitation to sleep the night?
I stood up again, trying to compose myself and walked out of my bedroom.
I wandered down the stairs and into the living room, where the three were sprawled out across the sofa.
"Hi," I managed to smile. They didn't seem to notice that something was wrong. I guess that those acting classes paid off.
"Hi, your phone line's down errr?" the one who had been on the phone said to me, trailing off when he realised he didn't know my name.
"Oh, sorry, my name's Sophia," I muttered.
"That's a pretty name," the tallest of the three said, before the black-haired one jumped in.
"I'm guessing you already know who we are?" he said, looking at his feet.
"Uh, no, I don't actually," I said, truthfully.
The guys looked at each other with a look of what looked like surprise on their faces.
"Well, my names Tre and these are Mike and Billie Joe,"
"Hi. I think I've heard those names together somewhere before," I said, sitting down next to Mike.
"Wouldn't be surprised," Tre grinned.
I had an overwhelming urge to attack him there and then, but before it got too strong, I managed to run out of the room and call back "I'll be back in a minute, err, again" as I ran up the stairs into my bedroom again.
How was I going to survive this night like this. I had a sudden tooth ache in my canine teeth. I placed my had to my mouth as I gasped in pain. I walked over to my bed and sunk down, silently pleading with anyone who may be able to hear my thoughts. I looked towards the mirror. I still couldn't see myself reflected in there. Oh how I wish that they had come some time during the day. Why did that man have to change my life. Why couldn't he have killed me like my parents. It would have been a whole lot better if he had. I couldn't cope like this anymore. I didn't have the heart to kill.
"Are you sure you're alright?" I heard the voice of Mike from outside my bedroom.
"Yes. Do you want to try the phone again?" I called. I heard Mike walk out of the hallway. And I sank my head down on my pillow again.
