Bite me | Harringrove

Chapter One

Billy

He leans on his car, trying to flag down a kind passerby. His car had popped a tire and he used up his spare. Great fucking luck if you ask him. In frustration, he drops his raised hand as no one has come in the past 40 minutes. He knew better than to be driving out this late at night, he was so screwed. Soon, he can see headlights coming from a small car, similar size to his Camaro. 

Thank God.

He catches their attention, the door opening to reveal a brunette girl getting out of the car. "Hey, need some help?" She asked, walking over from the other side of the road. "Yeah, um I think I ran over something sharp because I popped a tire. Do you have a spare tire I can use by any chance?" He asked, hopefully.  She looks back at her car, fiddling with her skirt; clearly apprehensive. "Uh, let me go see, I haven't used mine yet so give me a minute to check, just stay right there." She said, walking back over. He turns back to his phone with a smirk, texting back his father. 

I found one, on my way.

He slipped his phone into his back pocket just in time for her to get distracted in her trunk. "Oh yeah, I've got one. Just need to get it out. Do- Do you have the tools?" She asked, brushing the hair from her face. "Oh yeah, Got 'em in the back. Thank you so much." He said. She smiled and went to pick up the tire but struggled with the weight. "Hey, would you mind helping me carry it? Don't got much muscle on my bones." She laughed, making her thin arms visible. 

He looked around before walking up to her with a nod. When she was turned, he grabbed her and covered her mouth. "You scream and I kill you." He whispered, the girl whimpering under his touch. She struggled to get out of his hold, his grasp too strong on her.

She jerked her, tightening his hold. "You got it?" She nodded slowly, cautiously. He gripped her arm and dragged her to his car. "It will only hurt for a moment," He whispered before sinking his fangs into her neck, her scream muffled by his hand. "The fuck did I say?" He said, pulling off before bashing her head into his knee. 

He sighed and straightened his jean jacket. He picked up her limp body and put her in the trunk.  He then wiped the blood off his mouth with his thumb and got in, moving the blond locks from his eyes and checking his rearview mirror. He started up the engine and cleaned his hands, heading to his house. He blasts music through the speakers, speeding down the dark roads of Hawkins. He drives past numerous houses, big and small, obvious of who's rich and who isn't. 

He pulls into the driveway and enters the house, body in his arms. "And who is this pretty girl?" He looks around after dropping the body on the table by his father, fangs out and not trying to hide it. "Samantha Parker, Junior at Hawkins High. The address is 2187 Polly Road." Billy says, reading from his phone. "A rich one, huh. Where did you find her?"

"Off 290, said I had a popped tire."

"You are learning my boy, isn't this better than just killing them on the spot?"

The blond smiles. "Way better, caught a glimpse of fear before I bashed her head in," Billy says, playing with the ring on his fingers. "I knew you'd enjoyed it. Now leave us." He said, his eyes turning dark crimson when he looks at the girl. "Yes sir." 

Billy grabbed a blood bag from the basement before heading to his room, shutting the door. He pierced a straw through the bag and sucked, wanting every last drop. When he was finished, he sped out to the trash, threw the bag away, and sped back to his room. He got undressed down to his boxers and climbed into bed, falling asleep to the sound of Samantha Parker's screams.