Bite Me

The Vampire Brothers Who Kidnap Me

Two-The Vampire Brothers Who Kidnap Me

âWhat did you do?â I hear a voice say.

âFor the millionth time, I didnât do anything.â A voice growls.

âSheâs hot!â Another voice says.

âShut up!â Four voices say at the same time and I hear smacking.

I groan, my head hurting. âHey, I think sheâs up.â A voice whispers.

âI know that captain obvious.â

âJust saying.â

âNell, turn my radio off!â I shout, burying my face into the soft pillow. I hear some chuckles and my eyes open into the pillow.

All memories rush through me, club, two guys, fangs, blood, ally way, vampires, dizziness, tiredness. I sit straight up and my eyes widen, just in time to see five guys staring at me.

âOh my god. What did I do last night?â I say calmly, earning some grins and chuckles.

Then I start screaming. The amusement slips off there faces, and one of them reaches out a slaps a hand over my mouth. âShh. When I let go of your mouth, no screaming. Understand?â

I narrow my eyes and spit on his hand. He quickly whips it off my face, his face in disgust. âEw! You spit on my hand!â

âYou put your hand on my mouth!â I retort, crossing my arms.

âSee, I told you sheâs funny.â The brown eyed guy from last night says. I see the blue eyed boy also from last night, so I reach out and slap his face.

Only earning my hand to sting in pain.

âHoly shit! What is your face made of? Cement?â I cry, rubbing my stinging hand.

The guy smirks. âSee your feeling better.â

I growl and glance at the mirror at my side. Two holes are still there like piercings, only itâs not covered in blood like last night. I glance down at my clothes, which still have blood on it, which proves that wasnât a dream.

âW-what did you do to me you sick bastard?â I ask as coldly as possible, making him wince.

âCan I tell her?â

âNo.â All four of the boys say.

âWho are you all?â I ask, narrowing my eyes and scanning them.

âClinton.â The blue eyed boy says, looking down at the ground.

âHenry.â The brown eyed boy grins and does a little wave.

âEdward.â A dirty blonde guy says. He has greenish blue eyes and his face looks adorable.

âCharles.â A hazel haired boy says. His eyes are coconut brown, reminding me off the beach.

âBart. Weâre all brothers.â A small kid says. He has brown black hair that is spiky. He also has green eyes that fit him. I mean seriously, the kid looks like a mini Taylor Launter.

After a couple minutes of awkward silence, I start to hyperventilate. âBreath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.â I close my eyes tightly and take deep breaths.

Hopefully when I open my eyes theyâll all be gone. I open my eyes to come face to face with green eyes. I gasp and jump back, hitting my head on the wall.

âYouâre a weird little human.â Bart says, stepping back.

âSo are you.â I retort.

He smirks. âAhh, wise one, but Iâm not a human.â That earns four glares at him.