This will be deleted soon - The Wrong Hope *Complete and Free*

10. Snap

Year: 1983

Impressed as I was that she had gone all night without guzzling the blood I'd left out my patience was quickly waning with each shake of her head.

She was shifting on the spot, eyes flicking with lightning speed between the open bottle of blood and my neck; this was more the starved Vamp reaction I was used to.

“Sally-Anne.” I said her name slowly and evenly, locked eyes with her – challenging the predator within. “Drink the blood.”

She shook her head. I gritted my teeth.

“Please, drink it. It’s clean, I promise.” I tried to keep my voice level, I need her to trust me, I reminded myself, but I could feel my temper rising. Deep breath.

Filthy, dirt coating her skin, dress torn and blood stained, hair tangled and wild, Sally-Anne shook her head with vigour.

“Miss Brice, drink. Then we can talk.” I could hear the edge in my voice, I needed her to co-operate and she was being so goddamn stubborn.

The little b***h didn’t even shake her head in reply, she just glared, her vivid green eyes narrowed and guarded. Keeping my gaze locked with hers I got up and walked over to the open bottle; picking it up without breaking eye contact before offering it out to her. She moved with an unnatural jerk, straining against the bonds.... in the opposite direction. f**k it. Two quick strides and I was grabbing her matted hair, ripping her head back with a forceful snap. Sally-Anne struggled against my grip as I pressed the opening to her lips.

“Drink!” I demanded. She clenched her jaw tighter. CRACK. I slapped her across the face, sending her sprawling across the floor. It was like hitting a rock. Hand stinging I yanked her up by the jaw. Her eyes were still fierce and defiant as I pushed blood into her mouth.

“Swallow it!” I hissed, as much to my shock she tried to spit it out. Seriously how the f**k? I forced more blood into her mouth, throwing down the bottle so I could clamp my hands over her mouth and nose. Panic began seeping into her eyes. The whole time I had just about been able to feel her hands pushing against my wrists but now she was curling her fingers round, eyes begging me to let go.

“SHIT.” Cursing I jumped back. Blood was running down my hands, MY blood from where her f*****g nails had sliced in. Pissed wasn’t even the word. “What the hell, Doll?” I spat.

Sally-Anne gasped, her face morphing as the air filled her with the tantalising scent of the blood. The fierceness slipped away, replaced with a flicker of horror as she eyed the wounds she’d given me, finally settling on the tearless weepy face that I hated.

“Ss-ssorry.” She stammered, blood bubbling and frothing round her lips. Cringing, she bowed to the floor, no longer able to resist with the smell of my blood in the room. I smiled, satisfied as she began lapping the pool of blood that had formed on the concrete. f*****g blood suckers. When the floor was licked clean and the remnants were drained from the bottle she curled up sobbing, her thin frame shuddering with each breath. My anger had dissipated and I realised what a mess I'd made.

“Sally-Anne?” I called softly, she sobbed harder. “Sally-Anne, I’m sorry but you should have done what you were told, then this wouldn’t have happened.” Anguish lined her face, Christ she looked like something straight out of a horror movie, Carrie was looking pretty accurate right now. I wondered what Stephen King would think of this s**t.

“Why? Why.” She sobbed. “Please, let me die, I want to die.” She choked out. s**t, way to go I was totally f*****g up my angle here.

“Sally-Anne.” Damn I was sick of using this b***h’s name, acting like she was still human. “I already told you I had some more questions, starving yourself won’t kill you.” My wrists were still stinging, blood still dripping. Keeping my movements slow I reached down into my ankle holster and pulled out a stubby knife. “Hand.”

The change in direction threw her, like I anticipated it would. f**k I hated doing this but gut feeling was it would get her mood more amenable.

“You did this.” I said pointedly, turning my bloodied wrist so she could see all the damage. “You’re going to fix it, hand.” I repeated.

Warily she held out her upturned right hand. I sliced between her finger and thumb, keeping the disgust off my face, I put my lips over the wound and took a big mouthful of the dark icy blood that welled there. With immense effort I swallowed it down. Her wide eyed face, drenched in blood, held a mix of horror and fascination. So she could see the effect the small sip of her blood had, I held out my damaged arm while wiping my mouth with the back of my other hand. Damn I needed a f*****g beer, screw that whiskey, the bottle. Might just about wash out the foul taste.

“It’s not all doom and gloom sweetheart.” I flashed her a big forced grin while showing off the newly healed flesh of my forearms. Cautiously she leaned forward, just the smallest amount of awe shining in her eyes.

“Well now Miss Brice let’s start over shall we?” I spoke carefully; false friendliness weaved into my tone.

“Ok.” Her voice a broken whisper.

“My name is Guy Murphy and I am a Vampire Hunter.” I sat in my chair and lit a cigarette. “You are Miss Sally-Anne Brice a Vampire.” I took a deep drag blowing it out through my mouth and nose.

“Now don’t get me wrong Miss Brice, I am going to kill you.” I looked her dead in the eye. “Before that though, I need your help.” I smiled to myself, I could see by the look on her face I had her hooked.