Chapter 32: Be careful Miss . . .

Chapter 32 - Be careful Miss . . .

Clayton got up and began to pace back and forth, biting his thick lower lip in thought. His eyes seemed distant and distorted; almost as if he knew something was going to be a major problem soon. And at how his hands began to tremble, I take it he was the one to be mostly terrified. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised to see Clayton stressing, even though Vampires aren't meant to be terrified of anything. I must guiltily admit that my situation is getting a little nerving, for my sake, and that I was unsettled about that thing appearing in my nightmare, as well actually making an appearance in the flesh. So you got to give Clayton some credit for thinking the worst at how his hands still trembled, uncontrollably.

My thoughts about that dark figure, and what it wanted from me, was as jumbled as a cop trying to figure out why the killer would want to murder random people, and not take their money. It was a confusing matter, no doubt, that I would never manage to understand any of this. I mean, what are the odds for a Flesher like me, get an unexpected, none-welcomed visitor, popping out of nowhere in the darkest shadows, commanding something in a language NOT entirely human, half scaring me to death. There was no denying that things over-powering hold it had on me, at how I could barely even do anything but just lay completely still, and let it do away with what it pleased.

A shudder ran over my arms at the new sudden thought of what it could have done to me. What it was thinking of doing to me. Or better yet, what it was planning to do too me in the future. Oh. gee, I stressed. Please, please don't let that thing, do the one thing that will ruin me. Please DON'T LET IT ever come near me and my face. It might just want to steal my face and wear it for itself. Like who knows, maybe it was a face stealer.

It was crazy to think that I would get scared. A dead girl that get's scared is hilarious, I must say.

''Okay, please don't get mad when I say that I have to go now.'' Clayton finally managed to blurt out, nervously gazing at me with worry.

Not knowing what the hell he was on about, I pulled a confused face. ''What . . .? Why do you have to go?" I got to my feet in an instant, watching as he walked to the window and peaked out of it for a moment, almost like he was making sure no one was outside. "Clayton . . .?" I slowly took a small step towards him. "What are you looking at?" I questioned.

His shoulders tensed up, taking in a deep breath of air before letting it out with a sigh. He turned around with an annoyed expression on his face. "We got company." He says, silently cursing under his breath.

It was like my ears just perked up like a dogs, at his words that hit me with a blast. "Are you serious? Is that dark figure thingy still here?" I didn't wait for Clayton's reply, as I began to laugh hysterically at no one in particular. "That thing is going to get it now! Oh, just you wait you little shit face, monkey breath, nipple toe . . . nose picking, bald headed FREAK!" I yelled at the window, where Clayton still remained to stand, giving me a weird look, and hoping that my threats travelled outside. I laughed a manic laugh, rubbing my hands together, ready for a fight. "Let's do this," I said, turning on my heels and heading towards the opened front doorway.

Suddenly Clayton jumped in front of me, coming out from nowhere, holding his hands up to stop me. "Sasha, you got it all wrong!" Clayton tried to reason with me, but I was so ready now for a fight. A fight with that creepy pervert thingy.

"Move! I got to get some whipping' down on that pervert!" I moved again, but Clayton's big strong grip on my shoulders stopped me from everything.

"No! Listen, shush!" He put his finger to his lips, and then moved them to his ear, as a 'stop talking and listen' gesture. I rolled my eyes, frowning, but then the silence came upon both of us and that's when I heard car tyres approaching the house.

My lips pulled into an O with understanding now. "Oh . . . Well who do you thinks coming?" I relaxed and tried peaking over Clayton's shoulder, but damn his tall!

He gave me a knowing look. "Who do you think." Chad. We both sighed in unison, as if just dreading to find what Chad's mood swings were like today, this morning. Clayton got my attention back as he grabbed hold of my shoulder again. Not too rough, but not too gentle either; just enough to lock eyes with he's. "Look, I got to go. Tonight, tonight I'll be back and then we'll have privacy to discuss this matter further, okay? I promise though, that by tonight I will know exactly why you got those dreams and visitor. Trust me." Well, it’s not like I can't!

There was a moment of silence between us. Despite my longing to get proper answers out of Clayton, as he taunted me by saying 'I think I know what the message means'. I had to resist my strong confused determination, and nod to agree to Clayton.

He smiled a charming boyish smile that had once won over my beating heart. He gave a nod in return and then disappeared into thin air. Stupid disappearing powers, I thought jealously. Only but wishing I had something as cool as that.

A car honk sounded loud from just outside now, making the sound bounce back at me four times in the small living room, signaling that he was here, followed by a slam of a door. I would assume Chad was here to visit. But what were his intentions on staying? Was it to play another mind game with me? Was I his entertainment for now? So many questions and so little time.

Sigh.

I waited for Chad to approach the front door -- even though it was gone and broken on the floor -- yet instead of that, he suddenly came walking down the staircase, with heavy footsteps. My head whipped around towards him, just as he got to the bottom step, looking ever so casual like it was so normal to appear upstairs. Well, it was his property. He could do whatever the heck he wants. I reckon he wanted to make a grand entrance.

"Nice entrance." I sarcastically remarked, watching his features carefully to see he's mood today. So far I got nothing but a blank look. That could either mean he is really piss off, or, it could mean that he was not doing funny today. Either way, both were bad. No surprise there I guess.

His eyes narrowed, making he's green-white eyes more intense. "Well there was no front door." Chad snapped, annoyed at me. Great, I got him while he was angry.

My eyes widened slightly. "News flash, you're the one that broke it down!" I shot back with my own anger, giving him an accused look and putting my hands on my hips.

He took a threatening step towards me. "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't ignoring me like some . . . some--" He paused, trying to say the right word.

"Some what?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at him as he hesitated.

He took in a deep breath before saying, "Some immature brat!" He said darkly. What was his problem? Why was he calling me rude names? What did I do to him? If I could clearly remember, he was nice to me yesterday before he had to suddenly leave, to wherever the hell he mysteriously goes. So I guess this was 'be rude to Sasha day' today. Jerk! Bipolar much? Yeah and what happened to when he USED to call me cute? Hah!

"What is your problem?" I voiced my inner angered thoughts. "Why are you accusing me and saying I'm the immature one?" I yelled now. Getting accused for something that was not entirely all your fault was just plain rude. Chad was rude. Chad was being really rude! I watched him storm passed me, totally ignoring what I just said and walk into the kitchen. I followed him of course. I was SO not done with this conversation just yet. "Hey! I'm not done talking to you!" I demanded, watching Chad angrily place both he's hands onto the fake marble blood stained, countertop, bending over. "Say something!"

"I'm over this conversation," He muttered darkly.

"Well I'm NOT!"

His head snapped towards mine at my last words. "Just shut up." He said dispassionately.

My eyes widened in surprise. Oh, so he can just come here and blame me for the broken down door, then call me rude names and then tell me to shut up? No fucking way. Even though this is technically not my house, there's no way he can tell ME to shut up! "Make me." I glared, challengingly, knowing that what I said was kinda immature, but I was so pissed off right now that I didn't really care what came out of my mouth.

He smirked now, yet it was sarcastic and made him look even more dangerous at this moment. "I would love too."

This felt like déjà vu. Like that intense moment we had in the woods where he said some pretty harsh words to me, causing us to have a huge fight. He was seriously being really mean and I kinda felt unwelcomed in his presents.

I bit down on my lower lip, getting frustrated towards this side of Chad. "Just answer me this one question, and then I swear I will shut up." I said sourly, hating that I had to agree to not talk. It was weakness, I know. Not waiting for him to snap at me again, I quickly said, "Why did you come?" Was it too snap at me just because you where having a bad morning? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed and decide to came and ruin mine as well? Well, mine was already ruined by my unwelcomed visitor, I thought.

"What unwelcomed visitor?" He now asked me, tone slightly dropping that rudeness.

Damn, shit, hell, fuck! I cursed, regretting to forgetting about his mind reading. It was my turn to hesitate, with my mouth opening and closing like an elevator's door.

"What unwelcomed visitor, Sasha?" He asked again, moving around the counter and stepping in front of me. Or eyes locked that instant, making me almost forget what we were arguing about. "Sasha!" His voice snapped me out of my dazed moment.

"I -- I thought you said I should 'shut up'." I quoted his words, knowing I'm playing with Chad's patience.

He growled dangerously, sounding almost like a dog, gripping my shoulders tightly and bringing his face closer to mine. In a slow pace, he said, "I'll ask one last time; maybe you can understand me this time. Who . . . Was . . . Here Sasha?"

I brought my face closer to he's, and shrugged. "Answer my question first."

His jaw clinched tightly, while his hands fell back to his sides in tight balled fists, looking ready to explode at any moment. His eyes searched within my blank eyes before a look of realization ran through them, immediately followed by a look of jealousy and then fury.

Whatever he had found within my eyes, was not good, not good at all at how he suddenly turned around and roughly smacked the fake fruit bowl off the countertop, making it smash into the far wall into millions of pieces. Plastic pieces of the apples, and peaches, flying all the way at my feet, while I ducked.

After that he started rearranging the kitchen completely, throwing cutlery out of their drawers, ripping rusty old -- vaguely used -- cupboard doors out of their hinges like it weighed nothing. Basically if I did not put a stop to this right now, he was going to start rearranging the living room next, and then soon take down the top floor of this house.

"Chad, stop it now!" I tried yelling, yet he still continued to through an immature fit. "You're destroying everything! Please, please just calm down!" I stepped closer, cautiously watching and dodging flying kitchen objects. But when a knife went flying swiftly towards my face, and with me acting fast and grabbing it before it could make serious damage, that was when I got mad. Like seriously mad! I turned the knife around, making it face Chad, throwing my arm back and watching him. I then did not hesitate any longer too throw the knife straight towards Chad.

It was like everything was in slow motion, being paused frame by frame, and the small objects that were thrown by Chad was, very slowly, moving in mid-air, but just with the knife moving with super speed and landing neatly into its target. Chad. That immediately got Chad's attention. He slowly straightened his posture, eyes trailing down towards the knife that had landed directly in the middle of his stomach. His messy brown fringe dropping into the front of his eyes. The ripped out basin, which was dangling seamlessly in his hand, dropped to the floor as well as all the other objects that were in mid-air. That everything returned back to normal speed again.

Cling!

Cluck!

Snap!

Smash!

All those sounds echoed throughout the quiet house. It only lasted a few seconds and then the silence enveloped us.

My mouth was opened ajar as I stared with wide eyes at the black handle bar of the knife that stuck out of his grey designer t-shirt, looking out of place and pretty much painful. Was it too late to say 'Oops'? Well, what else was I to do in that bazaar moment? Chad had lost his temper, like he normally does on a regular basis, so I needed to do something!

I bit my bottom lip with nervousness, purposely avoiding direct eye contact, by staring at the bits and pieces of what's left of the kitchen. Why had Chad gone so monkey crazy over something that he just assumed, taking it out of this poor state of a kitchen?

My brain was demanding my eyes to just remain looking at the floor, instead of looking at him and clinching at the knife. I guess I took it a little bit too far this time, and the same goes for him as well. But then my curiosity won over my inner demands and looked up to Chad, betraying my determination, and catching his expression.

I flinched.

If I thought Chad had took all his anger out before? Hah! The look on his face had pure dangerous written all over it, and it would take somebody to have a hell of a lot of courage to stay in the same room as him.

Run! My inner voice practically screamed at me. Run, run and never ever look back! Yet as much as I wanted too, I knew I couldn't. I didn't have the will power to lift my feet off the ground and run out that opened door. I couldn't just run away! Not only would I be showing I was a coward, it would also be pointless as both Chad and I, have already taken that race before, and that didn't end too well. Not to mention, I would have nowhere to go. Nowhere to live.

So I had no other choice but to stand my ground, with my head held high, and just take whatever Chad would give me. Knowing Chad, he was not going to let this one slide. Not even if I paid Clayton to erase Chad's memory -- if that was even possible to accomplish. However, come to think of it, that isn't such a bad idea to consider right now, I thought. Damn Clayton, hurry it up back here!

"Clayton?!" Chad roared, with the house almost on the verge of shaking at how power burst out of his word. "So it was Clayton that came by?" He yelled out, slamming his fists down onto the poor fake marble counter, causing it to dent inwards.

"I . . ." I hesitated. Not too sure if I should just admit Clayton had visited, but only for important business. I also didn't want to anger Chad anymore than I have already had, so I decided to lie instead. Nowadays, lying to Chad felt almost like a second nature to do. "No, in fact I haven't seen your cousin since a few days ago, at your football practice." I made sure to look him directly into his angered eyes and dare not to look away. I think its working---

Chad's nostrils flared. "You're lying to me!"

Caught off guard, thinking that I thought I had convinced him enough, but clearly I underestimated him and was wrong -- so wrong. "What?! I'm telling you the honest truth here!" I yelled back with frustration, watching him roll his beautiful eyes at me, looking ever so bored. "I swear." My tone had gone softer now, trying very hard to convince this guy. My God but was he a stubborn one, I thought with disbelief. I mean, what do you think would happen to poor innocent Clayton if I did admit the truth to Chad? Hell would go down for him that's for sure!

Chad's lips pulled into a grim smile. "I'm sorry but I don't believe you." He snapped harshly.

Extremely annoyed and frustrated, I walked towards him, barely paying any mind to the mess everywhere. I stepped and stood directly in front of an angry, dangerous looking creature that was stubborn as hell, yet very clever. "Look into my eyes when I tell you that Clayton . . . Was . . . Not . . . Here," I said slowly, studying him as he looked from my eyes, to my moving lips, and then back to my eyes again.

I guess my determination, courage and seductive lip tricks convinced Chad enough for that frown to soften, a bit.

A few moments passed before he finally said, "then what are you hiding?" He noticed my uncertain look and continued. "The look in your eye, looking like somebody came here while you were all alone. And you are denying any chance of ever telling anyone -- pacifically me. Your loud thought's just adds to it. So tell me, Sasha, who made you scared?"

My mouth opened again, probably looking very unattached at this point, but I was too concerned about what Chad had just figured out. Was I that much of an open book?

"What? What are you talking about? N-nothing would ever s-scare me." I blinked, my voice lacking its confidents it had moments ago.

"Right . . ." He sarcastically remarked, stretching out the word, far from convinced. "Oh, that’s right, because you don't get frightened?" He quoted my words I had boldly said yesterday to him. Yesterday, it sounded convincing enough, yet now it sounded shamelessly like a joke.

Ignoring his mockery, I said "You got a knife still stuck inside you." I pointed out the obvious; literally pointing at the knife, avoiding eye contact again. That's until he took the advantage of taking my wrist in his big hand, causing me to lock eyes with he's.

"Who scared you?" His words left no room for denial at how stern it was, yet it wasn't unforeseen to notice the small hint of concern and worry in his tone.

I sighed, giving in to telling Chad was really happened, not wanting to fight this anymore. And because I couldn't resist that affection he'd shown, even if it was only a small amount given from him. It was that he at least cared, right? It was . . . nice. "I did lie about . . ." I paused, ashamed to be having to admit that to Chad that I've lie. "About Clayton not coming over here. He did come over, you see, because of the nightmare---" but I wasn't able to finish the rest of the explaining as Chad's anger was back onto his face, looking a hundred times worse than before.

"I knew it! That fucking son-of-a-bitch! He's the one that scared you? He is going to pay for doing that to you! I told him to stay away from you, but he just doesn't want to listen!" Chad burst out in yells, cutting off my tiny objections.

"Chad---" I tried getting his attention back to me but he was pretty much ignoring me like plague, and continued rambling on about, what he was going to do to Clayton. I rolled my eyes too that.

Then I did something crazy.

I wrapped my fingers around the black handle bars of the knife and tugged it out of Chad's stomach. There were only two reasons I did such a thing. For one; he was annoying the hell out of me. And for two; that knife was bugging me the entire time. Besides, I feel a whole of a lot better now that it’s out. This should get Chad's attention now, I hopefully thought. Yet it didn't. He looked unmoved and still was babbling on and on like the world was going to run out of words tomorrow.

So then, with pure annoyance, I stabbed another hole into Chad's stomach, gazing up at his face to see if he had noticed. Nope, nothing. I mean, it wasn't that hard to just stop cursing and look down to your stomach to see the knife was now placed in your rib, now was it?

"--Find that piece of shit and punch the shit out of his face!" He yelled, balling his fists whilst I groaned loudly.

Stab!

Stab!

Stab!

I stabbed again and again, working up a sweat. Okay, this scene looked kinda funny at this moment that if anyone had to see what we were doing, they would probably think we've both gone MAD! And most definitely psycho in the heads. Or, be like, "They fight worse than an old marriage couple".

However, my head started getting dizzy, my eyes began to burn like fire and my nose was taking in deep breaths of air that drifted towards me. It smelt oh-so-heavenly, and it was Chad. Although he was now full of opened wounds with his blood dripping onto the floor and tiny pieces of delicious vampire flesh on the silver rusted blade, I had to push those hungry thoughts aside and try to snap Chad out of his ranting.

Yet that was not possible as he suddenly zoomed away from me, out the door and into his car within record breaking time of 0.5 seconds -- I kinda counted; sue me. Soon after, I was already by his car window, demanding for him to open the tinted windows. But banging hard onto to it was pointless, due to the fact that he stepped onto the gas pedal and zoomed away, leaving behind a thick cloud of dirty dust.

I gave up on yelling after the car, seeing it disappear out of far distance and huffing. Shit, what was he going to do to Clayton now? He did say that he was going to find him, wherever he was, and punch the shit out of his face! I stressed, followed by a curse of my own. If only Chad didn't assume so much of what I was trying to say, he would have heard everything and not be a total dumb-ass right now and make an ass out of himself.

Poor Clayton. I hope he's not anywhere near where he would normally be that his crazy cousin with a knife stuck in his ribs would know where to look.

Well, despite worrying about Clayton, the plus side of it all was that the burning hunger was fading away, as the smell of Chad's flesh was gone with him. Does he realize just how yum he is? However, the down side of this all was that the kitchen was wrecked and was in need of some major cleaning. Groan. Or, maybe I'll just leave it, just like the rest of the house that was already a big disaster piece!

Or maybe Kierran can clean it up, I thought happily.

WAIT! Where has Kierran been? As far as I can remember, I last saw him on Sunday which was three days ago . . .  DUH, DUH, DUH, DUMM!!

"Kierran?" I shouted.

Turning around to face the warehouse, I froze as I see a person standing there with a straight posture and lean body, wearing all black. Its not Kierran, not Clayton, definitely not Chad . . . Who the hell else would be here, knowing about the warehouse? My eyes widened as I look at the mysterious person's revealed face.

"Roman?"

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Painful Love - Vampire & Flesher ™

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Called: That Party Last Night

About: That party last night was awfully crazy I wish we taped it. I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked. Drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all I need. Pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again. Man, I love High School

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