Wings or fangs, Saint or denial., chapter 4
I didn't expect to see that. I knew that van had been following me. I just didn't think it would have been him. I hesitantly climbed into the back seat of the van, finding myself next to another man around his age. So he had brought the entire band.
"You found her!" Mike cried. "Thank god. We were worried!"
"You don't even know me," I said coldly, looking at the floor of the van. Tre started up the engine and drove off. I didn't know where we were headed, so I asked.
"I'm taking you to my house. We can get you all cleaned up, you can rest for a while...we have heat, we can get you some food... "
That last word dragged me in. I heard my stomach rumbled, and a nervous laugh filled the empty silence. They asked me a few questions, like where I was from and what my name was. I told them my name was Rachel, but I suddenly felt so shy I didn't want to open my mouth at all. We pulled in to a house, and I was ushered inside, Tre made sure I was close to him at all times, as if I would run off. I looked up at him and noticed his neck in a way I hadn't ever noticed before. I looked at the place where that one vein was...
I panicked and started running. Billie Joe grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't want to hurt anyone else."
"What?"
By that time we were in the house. I was feeling queasy, so hungry. I wanted to eat, but I didn't have a craving for anything. Just that copper like taste that I had been forced to drink before. I closed my eyes and tried to stop thinking of it, but it kept coming up. I tried to run again, but Billie but his hands on my shoulders and directed me to the washroom where he proceeded to pull out a first aid kit and tell me to sit down on the counter.
"I don't want to hurt anyone else!" I screamed, almost in a begging tone. He just ignored me and put some weird stuff on a scrape on my knee. After ten seconds, it started stinging. "Why aren't you listening to me!? Why wont you let me go?"
He leveled with me and looked into my eyes, making me wonder if he was mad at me. By the look of it, he was upset.
"We only want to help you," He explained. "If you want, you can leave after tomorrow. We just want to make sure you don't starve to death. And we don't want you to get kidnapped."
I lowered my head and glared at my hands. There was still blood on them from the girl I had killed this morning.
"I can't help what I do...it isn't my fault!"
"It isn't, you didn't do anything wrong."
"But I did..."
"But it isn't your fault?"
"No. It isn't."
"And what did you do...?"
"I..."
I didn't want to tell him. He would throw me out. And he had been so nice. I got off of the counter and left the bathroom, walking down a random hallway. The sudden blast of heat hit me and I rubbed my arms, which had gotten goose bumps on them. Out of no where, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me through a door.
"What the fuck!" I found myself in a kitchen or something, and I was in a chair.
"We made some Kraft Dinner."
I looked down at the orange noodles in the bowl. I shoveled it down, and still didn't feel anything. Even though it would have filled me...I knew why. There was something wrong with me.
"Feeling better?" Tre asked.
"Yes. Thank you." I lied, putting the bowl in the sink.
"Now go sleep." Mike grabbed my hand and directed me to a room, where there was a bed and a closet and a set of drawers, and a guitar stand with a really nice black guitar on it with red flames painted on the sides.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Mike left. I looked towards the window. I was on the first floor...
And idea shot through my mind, and fast as I had came, I had gone.
With Billie and Tre and Mike.
"We should let her sleep for a couple of hours," Mike said, eagerly grabbing at the newspaper. Tre didn't ever even look at the front cover. Mike loved hearing what was going on.
"I hope she's okay. She was pretty banged up," Billie said, looking towards the bedroom. He heard the window open, and then the bed creak.
With Rachel.
I pulled the bed towards the window, because it was pretty high up. I got on the bed and looked behind me before climbing out the window and down the pipe, and running as fast as I could down the street, determined to find out what was wrong with me and put a stop to it.
And with the band.
"Oh my god!" Mike screamed. He looked down at the newspaper and threw it on the table. "You guys! It's her! And listen to this... "
He pointed to the column.
Escaping from the Girls School in California on Monday, Rachel, a girl with supposedly no last name, ran after striking a classmate and biting her, sucking her blood like a vampire. Somehow, she managed to take enough blood that this girl was left pail, and in need of several blood donations. Two days later, a girl was found in an ally way with two bites on her neck, much like a vampire, and drained of all blood. It was too late for her. This freak of nature is on the loose, and the school and most police in California are on her trail. If you see this girl, please take her to the nearest police station, and she will be held for testing.
"Oh my lord...by testing they mean...those cruel, endless tests at those buildings with no windows and high security...and...and..." Billie Joe trembled at the thought.
"Yes...we can't let them find her! We have to keep her a secret...but...what if she does the same to us?" Mike asked.
"She's a murderer! We can't keep her here, besides, we'll get in trouble!" Tre exclaimed. He backed off towards the coffee.
"Tre...we can't just hand her over to the government. She's so young...we can't do that to her!" Billie Joe protested.
"You're right. We'll have to find some way to curb her hunger for that...that." Mike pointed to the newspaper, where it showed two pictures of necks with puncture holes in the sides.
"I'll go see if she's okay." Billie Joe sighed, leaving the room.
No more then two seconds later, cursing and a small scream were heard from the room. Billie Joe ran out into the kitchen, nearly crashing into Tre and Mike.
"You guys, the little fucker got away! Come on, we have to find her!"
"You found her!" Mike cried. "Thank god. We were worried!"
"You don't even know me," I said coldly, looking at the floor of the van. Tre started up the engine and drove off. I didn't know where we were headed, so I asked.
"I'm taking you to my house. We can get you all cleaned up, you can rest for a while...we have heat, we can get you some food... "
That last word dragged me in. I heard my stomach rumbled, and a nervous laugh filled the empty silence. They asked me a few questions, like where I was from and what my name was. I told them my name was Rachel, but I suddenly felt so shy I didn't want to open my mouth at all. We pulled in to a house, and I was ushered inside, Tre made sure I was close to him at all times, as if I would run off. I looked up at him and noticed his neck in a way I hadn't ever noticed before. I looked at the place where that one vein was...
I panicked and started running. Billie Joe grabbed me by the collar of my shirt.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"I don't want to hurt anyone else."
"What?"
By that time we were in the house. I was feeling queasy, so hungry. I wanted to eat, but I didn't have a craving for anything. Just that copper like taste that I had been forced to drink before. I closed my eyes and tried to stop thinking of it, but it kept coming up. I tried to run again, but Billie but his hands on my shoulders and directed me to the washroom where he proceeded to pull out a first aid kit and tell me to sit down on the counter.
"I don't want to hurt anyone else!" I screamed, almost in a begging tone. He just ignored me and put some weird stuff on a scrape on my knee. After ten seconds, it started stinging. "Why aren't you listening to me!? Why wont you let me go?"
He leveled with me and looked into my eyes, making me wonder if he was mad at me. By the look of it, he was upset.
"We only want to help you," He explained. "If you want, you can leave after tomorrow. We just want to make sure you don't starve to death. And we don't want you to get kidnapped."
I lowered my head and glared at my hands. There was still blood on them from the girl I had killed this morning.
"I can't help what I do...it isn't my fault!"
"It isn't, you didn't do anything wrong."
"But I did..."
"But it isn't your fault?"
"No. It isn't."
"And what did you do...?"
"I..."
I didn't want to tell him. He would throw me out. And he had been so nice. I got off of the counter and left the bathroom, walking down a random hallway. The sudden blast of heat hit me and I rubbed my arms, which had gotten goose bumps on them. Out of no where, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me through a door.
"What the fuck!" I found myself in a kitchen or something, and I was in a chair.
"We made some Kraft Dinner."
I looked down at the orange noodles in the bowl. I shoveled it down, and still didn't feel anything. Even though it would have filled me...I knew why. There was something wrong with me.
"Feeling better?" Tre asked.
"Yes. Thank you." I lied, putting the bowl in the sink.
"Now go sleep." Mike grabbed my hand and directed me to a room, where there was a bed and a closet and a set of drawers, and a guitar stand with a really nice black guitar on it with red flames painted on the sides.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, and Mike left. I looked towards the window. I was on the first floor...
And idea shot through my mind, and fast as I had came, I had gone.
With Billie and Tre and Mike.
"We should let her sleep for a couple of hours," Mike said, eagerly grabbing at the newspaper. Tre didn't ever even look at the front cover. Mike loved hearing what was going on.
"I hope she's okay. She was pretty banged up," Billie said, looking towards the bedroom. He heard the window open, and then the bed creak.
With Rachel.
I pulled the bed towards the window, because it was pretty high up. I got on the bed and looked behind me before climbing out the window and down the pipe, and running as fast as I could down the street, determined to find out what was wrong with me and put a stop to it.
And with the band.
"Oh my god!" Mike screamed. He looked down at the newspaper and threw it on the table. "You guys! It's her! And listen to this... "
He pointed to the column.
Escaping from the Girls School in California on Monday, Rachel, a girl with supposedly no last name, ran after striking a classmate and biting her, sucking her blood like a vampire. Somehow, she managed to take enough blood that this girl was left pail, and in need of several blood donations. Two days later, a girl was found in an ally way with two bites on her neck, much like a vampire, and drained of all blood. It was too late for her. This freak of nature is on the loose, and the school and most police in California are on her trail. If you see this girl, please take her to the nearest police station, and she will be held for testing.
"Oh my lord...by testing they mean...those cruel, endless tests at those buildings with no windows and high security...and...and..." Billie Joe trembled at the thought.
"Yes...we can't let them find her! We have to keep her a secret...but...what if she does the same to us?" Mike asked.
"She's a murderer! We can't keep her here, besides, we'll get in trouble!" Tre exclaimed. He backed off towards the coffee.
"Tre...we can't just hand her over to the government. She's so young...we can't do that to her!" Billie Joe protested.
"You're right. We'll have to find some way to curb her hunger for that...that." Mike pointed to the newspaper, where it showed two pictures of necks with puncture holes in the sides.
"I'll go see if she's okay." Billie Joe sighed, leaving the room.
No more then two seconds later, cursing and a small scream were heard from the room. Billie Joe ran out into the kitchen, nearly crashing into Tre and Mike.
"You guys, the little fucker got away! Come on, we have to find her!"
