The conversation over dinner was non-existent. Uncle David was sat at the head of the table at the far end with the Wicked Witch of the West sat in the chair next to him on the side, leaving me awkwardly deserted down the other end of the table alone with my thoughts. Fork in my hand, I pushed about the mountain of mash on my plate, mixing it together with the peas. Why I was doing this, I didn't know. But what I did know, was that I really didn't feel up to eating.
Noticing that I hadn't touched anything and that I'd been playing with my food for practically the last half hour, Uncle David cleared his throat.
I looked up at him.
"Something wrong with it?" He asked.
I shook my head. "I'm just thinking." I stated.
He just looked at me. "About what?" Uncle David clearly knew my answer was going to be sarcastic in some way.
He was right. "I was just wondering about these potatoes, you know. About whether their mothers would be proud of them if they saw them now. Cause' some of them might be arrogant or lazy or rude. You know, not the potatoes they raised."
Uncle David slammed his hand down on the table. "I have had it up to here with your cheek, Charlie." He stated in a stern tone. "I mean, what is wrong with you? It's as if you've made it your life's missions to make everyone else's lives miserable."
I scoffed. "Thanks, that's real nice. I make you life a misery. How terrible of me. I am so sorry that my Mom died in a car accident last year which made me an orphan. I'm so sorry that you were burdened with having to take me in just because I'm your niece. It must have been terrible. How dare I ruin your life like that. Yeah, I really planned for my life to become this shit. I really planned for all of this to happen, especially us being involved in a car accident. Of course I wanted to see the light going out in my Mom's eyes as she bled to death because the police didn't reach us in time. But that's just me, like you said. Charlie Swire, life ruiner." I slammed the chair back causing the legs to squeak loudly against the wooden floor as they scraped across it. Running off upstairs, I slammed the door to my room closed behind me. Leaning against the back of the door, I slid down it before resting against it with my knees up to my chest listening to their conversation.
"Are you just going to let her talk to you like that?" Witchy asked.
Uncle David didn't answer.
"You need to take more authority. She needs to learn that she's not in charge round here. This is our house, and you are her Uncle. She needs to show you some respect. And if she can't, then she needs to go, David."
A tear trickled down my cheek.
"She needs help..." Witchy stated.
My eyes widened. 'No! They wouldn't! Come on, Uncle David, say something!'
"More than we can give here. Charlie's damaged, she has been since Kate died. And that's understandable after what she saw that day, but you can't keep this up like it's going to just magically work out one day."
There was a pause.
"You're right." He finally answered.
"No!" My voice was nothing more than a whisper as I tried to hold back my emotions.
"There are loads of specialists out there that can help her." Witchy explained.
Screw that! Grabbing my desk chair, I propped it under the door handle so that no one could get in before grabbing the biggest bag I owned and dumping it down on the bed. Raiding the wardrobe, I pulled out a wad of clothes and stuffed them in before also packing a pair of converses. Other essentials went in before I zipped up the bag, grabbed a jacket from the coat hook behind the door and threw it on. Hastily putting on and lacing up a pair of beat up black converses, I then pushed open the window before grabbing my bag and throwing it out onto the lawn below. Taking a deep breath, I clambered up onto the windowsill before maneuvering myself out of the window. Reaching out my foot, I eventually found one of the struts in which I could use to stand on. From their I slowly began to scale down the drainpipe. Everything was going smoothly, until I lost my footing on a broken strut causing me to slip and fall the remaining short distance to the ground before abruptly colliding with it.
"Ahh!" I moaned as I moved my arm. Although it wasn't broken, it did hurt like hell. The white sleeve of my t-shirt soon began to change colour to a dark shade of red. "Whoops." Standing up and brushing myself off, I picked up my bag before running off.
Walking aimlessly down the path into town, I didn't know what to do. My Uncle hated me and wanted me to get help off some therapist, and I had nowhere to go. The sun was just beginning to set in the yellow and orange sky of what had been a warm summer's day. I knew I had to find somewhere to stay the night soon.
Two hours later, and I was still looking around. It was like something out of the nativity. Every motel I tried, didn't have any rooms left. Not that I had much money to pay for it. The amount I did have would probably stretch to one night, maybe two. En route to the next motel, I was now practically dragging my bag behind me as I desperately hoped that there would be a vacant room.
"Hey gorgeous." Came a voice from behind me.
I turned to see a man in his mid twenties walking up to me with a group of around for or five other men following behind him.
Taking this as my cue to shag ass, I sprinted off down the street hoping to lose them. Sadly though, none of this happened. As I reached the end of the alley, there were two lads waiting.
"Tut, tut..." The first smirked before he noticed my arm. Breathing in deeply, he made a slash in the material of my jacket revealing the blood. Grinning, he opened to mouth to reveal a second set of teeth descending down over his first.
My eyes widened as I gasped in fear. "What are you?" Looking around, the others had caught up too, surrounding me.
"Vampires, love." The leader grinned before coming closer. Taking a hold of my neck, he pushed my head up so that I was looking directly at him.
I gasped for breath, struggling against his inhuman like strength.
The vampire smiled before sinking his teeth into my neck and proceeding to drink my blood.
The pain was astonishing. I'd never felt anything life it. Not even in the car accident. The loss of blood was quickly beginning to render me woozy.
"Hey!" A voice shouted from down the alley.
I heard a few blades swinging before heads began to roll. Literally.
The vampire who had a grip on my neck quickly let go causing me to fall to the ground. Pushing myself up into an almost sitting position, I put a hand against the wound on my neck in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
When no other noises, could be heard, all that was left was the sound of footsteps approaching. My savior knelt down in front of me.
My eyes widened, gladdened to see him. "Dean." I threw my arms around him.
He wrapped his arms around me too. His embrace was comforting. Pulling away, he moved my hand away from my neck to see the wound. "You'll live, but we should get you patched up first." He smiled before offering out a hand.
I nodded before taking his hand and allowing him to pull me up.
"Dean!" Someone shouted.
Dean turned to face the voice.
"Get her back to the motel room, I'll clean this up." The man stated, referring to the decapitated bodies of the vampires that were littering the alley.
Dean nodded. "Let's go."
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