Bite Me

Getting Shot Was On My Bucket List

Thirty Nine-Getting Shot Was On My Bucket List

He’s really gone. All the memories that have happened flash through my head. That’s all I have left of Bart. My little brother now dead, because of this idiot standing in front of me.

“Your wasting my time.” Bones snaps. “Let’s go!”

I look him in the eye angrily. “You bastard!” I lunge for him, taking him by surprise, and he dives into the ground with a loud thud.

Raising my hand to punch him, I hit his cheek with all my might. He hisses in pain before he shoves me, leading me to hit a tree again, only sideways. “Enough!” He hisses again.

He picks me up by my hair again. Trapping my wrists in his hands behind my back so I cant move, he starts dragging me North. Still not giving up yet, I collapse my legs so I cant move.

He hisses some profanities under his breath. “You either walk or I’ll carry you. Your choice.”

I growl, but start walking again. Then I remember my ‘special abilities’. Smirking to myself, I open my hand so that I have some room. Please work.

While he’s walking, a root pops out of the ground and he goes tumbling, taking me with him. I have just enough time so I roll out of his grasp. I jump up, ignoring the pain in my head and back, I start to run.

But then Bones grabs my ankle, sending me to the turf.

I howl in pain from my ankle, since he just twisted it with his stupid vampire crap. “Fine then. I’ll carry you.”

He picks me up so I’m over his shoulder. I start pounding on his back and try to break free. “Let me go!”

“Stop struggling or I’ll knock you out.”

My whole body freezes when I hear the seriousness in his tone. He chuckles, but doesn’t say anything, then continues on his walk. Tears start forming in my eyes, but I wipe them away angrily. Bart wouldn’t want me to cry, he would want me to be brave.

Looking around for any signs that I’m close to the house, I come up with nothing. All I see are trees, rocks, twigs, and the dark night sky. I remember when my life was simple, having a fun time in high school. Now?

I’m a vampire, being captured by another one to face death.

I sigh and rub at my eyes to make the stress go away. “I fucking hate you.”

He just chuckles again. “I have many enemies, babe.”

“Do not call me babe.”

“I’ll call you whatever I want, babe.”

I groan. This is more like a teenage boy than a adult vampire. “Where are we going?”

“And I would tell you, why?”

“I don’t know! All I know is that I’m going to be dieing soon.” I answer harshly, trying to get any emotion out of him. He chuckles again and shakes his head, ignoring my comment.

“NORA! WHERE ARE YOU?”

Bones freezes and tenses, cursing under his breath.

“NORA?”

A grin breaks onto my face, along with relief. “I’M OVER-” The rest is cut off by Bones slapping a hand to my mouth.

Glaring at him, I spit on his hand. Spitting on a hand that is on your mouth is the most affective way to get rid of it. His hand snaps off my mouth, and he loses balance from a twig, causing us to slam into the ground. How many times have I hit the ground now? Two million?