Unrequited

Chapter Five

The plan was for Dan and Stacey to go around to the back of the building, while myself and Mark entered through the front. It was a ground floor building, a small house so the vamps could be hiding anywhere. We were to sweep through the rooms as quickly as possible, slicing and dicing on the way. Easy right?

I followed Mark into the building, Dan and Stacey already round back, and I gripped my machete right. I scanned the area; broken windows, debris covering the floor and furniture haphazardly thrown about the room. It smelt musty and old, dust particles flying into the air with every move I made. I was trying hard not to sneeze, not wanting to alert the vamps to our presence.

I kept as close to Mark as I could but apparently that wasn’t close enough as I was grabbed from behind and I let out a squeal of surprise, alerting Mark before a hand wrapped around my throat and cut of my air supply. My machete fell to the floor, my hands instinctively going to my throat, clawing at the hand to try and relieve some of the pressure. He was letting me breathe but just barely.

Mark spun around, his own machete gripped tight in his hand when he saw me struggling to get free from the vampires grip.

“Now now,” the vamp warned, looking down at me and baring his fangs before looking back at Mark. “Wouldn’t want me to kill your girlfriend.”

“She’s not…” Mark shook his head and glared at the vampire. “Let her go. Now.”

The vamp laughed loudly, squeezing my throat a little tighter. He wasn’t going to let me go just because Mark told him to. I’d roll my eyes if I wasn’t struggling to breath.

“I don’t think so. See, you’re spoiling our fun in this little town. It’s just a few lousy humans, it’s not like they’ll be missed. After all we are just doing what we do best.” He stroked my cheek with his free hand. “I could let her go or I could rip out her throat and drink my fill before you even had time to blink. Either way, you both die.”

I let my hands drop and my body go limp, winking at Mark before I pretended to pass out. My fists clenched by my sides and I raised one hand before slamming it behind me straight into the vamp’s crotch, grabbing his nut sack and twisting them until he let me go.

He bent forward, both hands flying to his balls. “You…You…bitch…” he managed to spit out before Mark stepped forward and sliced the vamps head off, watching it fall to the floor with a thud, the body not far behind. The head rolled, stopping at my feet.

Mark turned to me and grinned. “That was f*****g genius, Ada,”

I grinned back at him, rubbing my neck as I kicked the head out of the way. “Always the same mistake. Grab the throat and leave the hands free.” I bent down to pick up my machete. “The rest of the best are still here so we need to be on our guard.”

We both stood in a defensive stance, raising our machetes at the sound of approaching footsteps, only for Pinky and the Brain to rush into the room. They looked at us, then at the headless body on the floor.

“We killed one outside. If there’s six, than that leaves four,” Stacey said quietly, looking up at us.

She can count, I thought smirking. “Von vamp, two vamp…” I mimicked the Count’s voice from Sesame Street.

Mark sniggered with me, Dan coughing loudly not looking very amused with us.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

Mark’s grin widened. “You should have seen it Danny, she,” he nodded his head towards me, “she was f*****g awesome…”

Dan frowned, clearly not interested or impressed. “Dude, later. Trying to kill a nest of vamps here.”

Marks smile dropped and he narrowed his eyes. “They’re here, they would have heard us…”

The sound of creaking floorboards interrupted him, the four missing vamps running towards us.

Stacey was standing a few feet away from us as one of the vamps took a swing at her. I looked around the room, machete raised, noticing an approaching vamp right behind Mark.

“Mark! Behind!”

He whirled around, machete swinging and slicing through the vamps neck with ease. Dan was in front of us, taking a few hits before decapitating his own vamp then stepping forward to help Stacey finish off the vamp trying to rip her throat out. I moved to the side of her, pausing to look at the bodies and heads scattered across the floor. I quickly counted four, not including the vamp Dan had killed outside.

I heard a snarl coming from behind me. Stacey had just managed to cut of the vamps head just as Dan reached her, smiling in victory as she straightened, not noticing the vamp jump out in between us, a knife flashing in his hand. It was almost like it was happening in slow motion. I looked at her in shock, moving to push her out of the way. I could hear Dan shouting her name as he grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him just as the vamp thrust the knife forwards. My body twisted and turned as I pushed Stacey and Dan pulled her at the same time. I heard Mark shout my name and my head turned towards him, watching him run towards me as the knife missed Stacey and slid right into the side of my stomach. The air flew out of my lungs as I bent forwards, my hands flying to the knife and holding it in place. I looked up into the grinning vamps eyes before his head flew from his body, Mark standing behind him breathing heavily with his bloodied machete in his hands.

“Ada!”

The body fell to the side, the knife sliding out along with it. My hands pressed against the wound, blood flowing through my fingers and I fell to my knees, Mark catching me before I fully fell to the floor. “Mark…”

He lowered me to the ground, cradling my head before he moved my hands to inspect the wound. Blood poured out and covered his hands before he pressed his palm against it, applying as much pressure as he could. He snapped his head towards Dan, who was holding Stacey close to his chest.

“Son of a b***h! Ada was the one needing help Dan!” He yelled, his jaw tight with anger and his body tense.

I gripped onto his jacket, my breath coming in pants because of the pain. “Hey, I’m…I’m fine. ‘It’s but a scratch,” I giggled at my Monty Python reference then let out a groan as pain shot through me at the movement. My vision was beginning to blur, black spots appearing before my eyes.

“Get the car, we need to get her stitched up.” I head him shout at Dan. “Hurry the f**k up.”

He cupped my face and I leaned into it. “It’s ok sweetheart. We’ll get you back to the motel and you’ll be kicking my ass in no time.”

Grimacing I moved my head to look at him. “I can…can lick your ass right now…”

He chuckled as he gingerly picked me up. “We’ll see. Let’s just get you stitched up first, ok sweetheart?”

My head looked back a little. “Sure…only ‘cos I love you…”

He kissed my forehead before climbing into the back of the car, holding me close and keeping pressure on my wound.

I groaned, the pain too much and just before I blacked out, I heard him whisper, “I love you too Ada. More than you know.”