PART III – THE MASSACRE
Becca was lost in
thought as she pushed open her front door and was scared half to death when
Maeve jumped out from the living room and crushed her with a hug.
“Oh
my God, Maeve, I didn’t know you were back today,” croaked Becca, her lungs
being squished by Maeve’s stronghold.
“Did
you miss me?” Maeve held her at arm’s length, beaming.
“Of
course.”
The
truth was, Becca had been thankful she had left for a week. Maeve was her best
friend but could also be a bit of a burden. It was nice to have some breathing
room. But after the last night with Gabriel, she was actually quite delighted
to have her company again.
Maeve
grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room. “What have I missed? Tell
me everything.”
“Can
I at least take my coat off first?” Becca laughed. Maeve let her go, allowing Becca
to shed her winter coat and chuck her work bag onto the kitchen table, before
joining her on the sofa.
“I
don’t know what to tell you, nothing’s really happened.” Becca shrugged,
avoiding eye contact. “Grandad’s doing well. He’s starting to like Paul. Still
hates Claudia,” she laughed. “And works fine, I guess.”
“And?”
“And…
what?”
“What
about you? I’m glad your grandad’s alright and everything but he’s not
your whole life. You know that, right?”
“Of
course,” Becca scoffed but found Maeve looking sceptical. “Well, nothing else
has really happened.”
Maeve’s
eyes widened and she almost lunged across the sofa to pull Becca’s hair back,
exposing the square plaster on the crook of her neck. Becca tried to slap her away
but it was too late.
“What
happened?” she gasped. Their eyes met and the disappointment shimmering in her
friend’s eyes made Becca feel like absolute garbage. “You saw him, didn’t you?
You promised you wouldn’t!”
“It’s
not as bad as it looks.” Becca smoothed her long hair back over the plaster.
Gabriel
hadn’t spoken to her since he had run away. He had messaged her after he left
saying ‘I’m so sorry. We should stop seeing each other. It’s what’s best for
both of us.’ She had tried to call him but he ignored it. She was quite
thankful he hadn’t answered because, at the time, all he would have heard would
have been her blubbering down the phone.
“He
bit you.” The words were coated with disgust. “Did you… let him?”
“No,”
Becca blurted. “It was an accident. He apologised. It’s fine.”
Maeve
shook her head like a disappointed parent, and looked down at the carpet.
“My
mum told me some stuff. In her town there’s been some serious shit going down
with all this vamp stuff. People attacking vamps. Vamps attacking people. Turns
out a local DJ she went on a few dates with after my dad is one.” Maeve’s voice
grew wet with brewing tears. “I’m scared, Becca. I’m really scared. I wouldn’t
have left you if I wasn’t. But my mum’s all alone, I had to make sure she was
okay. And, in truth, trying to keep you away from Gabriel was stressing me out.
I couldn’t sleep.”
Becca
closed her eyes, her gnawing guilt twisting up all her insides.
“You
can’t see him. You just can’t. I don’t care how nice he is to you. I don’t care
how nice he was to your grandad. He’s no longer his care nurse so he no longer
needs to be in your life. In our lives.” Maeve looked back up at her,
her eyes shining silver with unshed tears. “He’s not welcome in this house, okay?”
Becca’s
jaw had seized shut, as if her own revulsion of herself had seeped into her
bones and turned her own body against her. All she could do was nod, releasing
tears of her own.
“I
mean it.” Maeve held her gaze, looking so strong and intense it was
frightening. This wasn’t the Maeve Becca knew. She wasn’t pretending everything
was fine anymore. She wasn’t making up excuses for her skittish behaviour. She
was no longer drinking the pain away.
She
was facing her fear head on, and if Becca wasn’t in the firing line, she would
have found it admirable.
“Becca,
tell me he is out of our lives for good.”
Becca
nodded and when Maeve’s eyes narrowed slightly, she cleared her throat and
managed to say “I promise” in a croaky whisper.
.
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“Aha! Thought you
were going home did’ya? Well, bam!” Ezra flicked Gabriel’s little red counter from
the Ludo board off the coffee table.
Gabriel
sent him a dissatisfied look before stretching across the floor to retrieve it.
“I
hate you,” he mumbled.
Ezra
smiled. “So close, yet so far. Back to the start you go.”
Ezra
already had two of his counters safe at his base while Gabriel was still yet to
get any of his counters around the whole board.
They
were both sat on the floor in the living room. Other board games were scattered
all around them. They had found the collection in the basement when they had
first moved in, and they had stayed there untouched until a week ago.
Gabriel
had stuck to his word and hadn’t stepped foot outside of the house for the past
week. After Ezra told him about Lillian’s trouble with the neighbours, he
hadn’t even gone into the garden.
While
hiding in the house together, Ezra and Gabriel had simultaneously grown
together and apart. Ezra was no longer acting like a teenage on steroids and
Gabriel’s lovesickness had just turned into actual sickness whenever he thought
about Becca. He could no longer think about her without thinking about her
blood. And whenever he thought about her blood, he went lightheaded and the
world tilted dangerously.
But
the board games had brought out both of their competitive sides. They were both
gloating winners, and sore losers, which led to a lot of arguments followed by
petty sulks. But it was all superficial. These were the types of arguments they
were used to. The types of arguments that their friendship had been built on.
They were finally starting to fit back into their old moulds.
Sometimes
ignorance was bliss.
Ezra
had even stopped going to see Silas. He had confided in Gabriel and told him
that he no longer felt the need to keep up with the deterioration of society.
He couldn’t do anything about it, and he had finally realised that. Sometimes
all you could do was sit back and watch the world burn.
Ezra
took a swig of his mug of blood, quickly followed by another before placing it
back down next to the board. “I’ve still got two counters left. You’ve still
got a chance.”
“Don’t
patronize me.” Gabriel threw the dice.
Ezra
smirked. His hand still gently clasping his mug. It had been his second of the
night and it had only just passed midnight. He’d been drinking a lot more than
usual. They both had. At this rate, they were going to run out before they got
their new round of coupons.
Yelling
from outside brought both of their attentions to the big bay window. It was
still boarded up and the lack of glass combined with their vampire hearing made
any little commotion outside hard to ignore.
They
both shared a look before getting to their feet. Ezra pulled back the curtain
at the side of the window that was still intact. There was someone on the front
step of the house across the road. It looked like a tall man with dark hair,
wearing jeans and a zip-up dark hoodie. He was banging on the front door
incessantly. Upstairs, a couple were looking out the bedroom window, shouting
at him to leave them alone. The man didn’t reply, only kept pounding his fists
on the door like he couldn’t even hear them. He then crossed over to the
downstairs window and started banging on that. The woman upstairs was clutching
her husband, shaking him to go and do something.
Gabriel
knew of the people at that house. The wife was a primary school teacher and the
husband worked in finance. Neither of which were the type to cause any drama.
Definitely not the type to have people angry beating down their door.
The
stranger smashed through the window and the teacher screamed in terror.
Ezra
quickly moved to the door and Gabriel followed. He stayed in the doorway as
Ezra stepped out onto their path. Because they both hadn’t left the house in a
week, they were both still dressed in their no one is seeing me tonight
outfits. Gabriel’s was a simple black t-shirt and plaid pyjama trousers, Ezra’s
was a baby Yoda graphic tee and gym shorts.
“Hey!”
Ezra called over.
The
man didn’t react, but the couple upstairs saw Ezra and started banging on their
window.
Oh,
now they want us around,
Gabriel held back a sneer.
“Hey!”
Ezra called louder, walking to the end of their path. “Hey! Leave them alone!”
The
man’s head snapped round and Gabriel jerked back in surprise. The man’s eyes
were completely black, like two inky orbs.
“He’s
a…” Gabriel’s words faded when the vampire began stalking across the road,
heading straight for them.
The
vampire snarled; fangs fully extended. Ezra almost tripped over his own sliders
as he scrambled into the house, pushing Gabriel back as he did. The two of them
were in the hallway, Ezra keeping Gabriel at his back as the vampire reached
their pathway.
“Hey,
mate! Calm down!” Ezra threw his hands up, but the vampire continued his
pursuit. The veins under his eyes were thick and purple and pulsating. It was
how vampires looked when they were hungry. Extremely hungry.
The
vampire entered their house. Ezra shoved Gabriel into the living room, keeping
himself between him and the stranger. The stranger snarled again, saliva
dripping from his fangs. He grabbed Ezra by his t-shirt and Gabriel heard
Ezra’s fangs unsheathe. The vampire went for Ezra’s neck, ready to bite, but
Ezra was quick and managed to twist out of his grip and land a punch square in
his nose.
Gabriel
tripped over the boxes of board games as Ezra continued to shove him further
and further back, his eyes never leaving the stranger who now looked
disorientated but even more angry.
Ezra
grabbed one of Lillian’s jade turtle and slammed it into the stranger’s head.
The intruder careened backwards, hit the wall, then bounced back and threw
himself into Ezra. Ezra flew backwards, dragging Gabriel down with him, and
they both crashed into the coffee table. Its legs broke under their weight and
tipped them both sideways. Ezra quickly pushed himself back to his feet while
Gabriel was still coming to his senses. He felt Ezra snatch one of the broken
legs from under his hip and managed to focus his eyes just in time to see Ezra
smack the stranger across the face with the wooden leg, sending blood
splattering up their wallpaper. Then he used the leg like a baseball bat and
hit him upside the jaw. Gabriel heard the wet crunch of his fangs sinking into
his tongue. While the vampire still stumbled, Ezra drove the jagged end of the leg
right through his chest and he erupted into a disgusting flare of bloody,
vampire pulp. It splattered across the walls, the sofas, the cabinets, Gabriel.
Gabriel
rolled to the side and heaved. Nothing came up, but he heard the soggy plop
of chunks of vampire goop rolling off him as he moved. He wiped a slick hand
down his wet face so he could see clearly. Ezra was in the centre of the room,
covered in red from head to toe. The table leg was still grasped tightly in his
hands. He was shaking; his eyes wide and distant.
Gabriel
pushed himself up onto his elbows and in the sticky, gloopy silence of the room
Gabriel could finally picture Ezra out there in the world doing Silas’ bidding.
This whole side of him that Gabriel had never seen was now brought to the
light.
Ezra
was a killing machine. And he had just saved both of their lives.
“Ezra.”
Gabriel’s voice sounded odd to his own ears. It was like he was reminded that
he was even there in the room. Part of him had felt like an observer as Ezra
had single-handedly taken care of their sudden ambush.
At
the sound of his voice, Ezra jerked and dropped the table leg. It landed in a
pile of goo with a wet squelch. Ezra spun and found Gabriel slowly rising to
his feet. Ezra’s whole face was red, making his usually deep brown eyes look
like glistening honey.
“Are
you okay?” He grabbed Gabriel and helped him stable himself.
“Yeah.”
Gabriel looked to their broken table. To the Ludo pieces mixed in with all the
blood and guts. “What the hell was that about?”
“I
have no idea. I thought there were no vampires here except us,” said Ezra,
which sparked a memory. The strange figure in the park when he had been out
with Becca. Gabriel thought he had felt the wind change like how it did when
vampires moved but he hadn’t been certain.
“Why
would he attack us?” Ezra continued. “He tried to bite me.”
Gabriel
turned in a slow circle, his eyes scanning over the slaughter scene which had
once been their quaint living room. He lost his footing, slipping on the
stringy gore. Ezra caught his arm and stabled him effortlessly with his
vampire-quick reflexes.
They
both stared at each other. Gabriel could see his own confused and panicked expression
in Ezra’s huge pupils.
Gabriel’s jaw tightened and his words rushed
through his gritted teeth, “What the fuck is going on?”
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