If f**k my life was an incident, it would’ve been me in this moment.
After surviving not one, but two blood crazed vampires without my weapons, I get stuck in this s**t again.
Slowly, I started to back away, but he caught onto my movements and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his smirk never once falling.
“You’re coming with me, little lady,” he said coolly as if we were discussing the weather before he gripped my hand and started pulling me back inside the restaurant. I knew better than to try and fight a vampire unharmed, so just like before, I searched frantically for something that I could use to slap the s**t out of him.
Alas, I spotted my old friend—the chair and I grabbed it, ready to swing with all my might until I heard the vampire speak again.
