Vamp. Money Prologue+Ch.1:Dead

Prologue

Heavy breathing, I opened my eyes slowly then shot up. "Gerard… Gerard…" A sexual feminine voice whispered my name. I looked around. No one. I was so not focused on the broken wrist I had just acquired but on the fact I had no idea where I was. Ignoring the pain, I listened to the dead silence except for the high heels on the pavement drawing nearer.
"Who was I running from? What was I running from?" The outline of a figure stood in the shadows then walked under the lamp light. My jaw dropped. "Eliza?" In the blink of an eye she sprouted fangs and lurched towards me.

Chapter 1: Dead!

Bump. "Huh? Uhh…" I looked to my right to familiarize myself with my surroundings. "Trailer?" I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and cringed with a shot of pain that went through my neck and hit the two bite marks. "I have to get out of here. I have to-" I shot up and looked forward, my thoughts got interrupted by soft lips. He threw his arms around me and pushed me back on to the bed.
"Gee you're awake! Oh Gerard we were so worried! Mikey and I searched all night till we found you unconscious with blood bleeding from you're neck. But you're okay now." He continued hugging me around my neck. I would have asked about a hospital but I didn't want to be brought there so I didn't bring it up. I reassured him I was doing fine and gave him a kiss just to be sure. I forgot about my broken wrist till I leaned on in. I'm not sure why I was in awe when I saw it was already bandaged. Ray went to medical school and graduated but never proceeded to put his talent to the test. I smiled at the bandage until Frank pulled my other arm for me to get up. I walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen area where Mikey and Bob sat awkwardly.
Bob saw me first then alerted Mikey. He turned to me then ran over and hugged me. "Good to see you up big bro." He patted my back. I yawned as he let go.
"What time is it?" I asked still a bit tired. Mikey looked at his unicorn watch.
"Just after 5:30 but you need rest." He said just as we pulled into a rest stop. PITTSBURG GAS STATION big white letters read above us. Ray and Bob came over to see how I was doing.
"You're lucky if it heals, mine never did completely." Bob joked.
"I'd lay off the hand motions and try to keep it still as possible." Ray said like the doctor he could have been. Ray stayed to fill up the tank while the other three went into the gas station mini-mart to find something "edible" while I had to live with my new definition of "edible". The smells of mixed food chemicals that once were all I ate were too disgusting to go near. Even coffee! Oh delicious Starbucks… How I will never get to taste your sweet sugary goodness again. I backed away from the door and the dreaded smell of chemicals. I decided to wait on the side of the building when another scent hit me. Blood. Just a few feet away was a hobo with rags, filthy clothes, ripped shoes curled up. He looked half dead but his blood still flowed fast and loud. I looked behind me, Ray was humming the tune to Bulletproof Heart. To my left I could hear the boys in the brick building choosing food and too my right was nothing but the whisper of the trees in the light wind. I looked down at my prey. He still sat unmoving.  Unbuttoning my shirt I kneeled down.
"I'm sorry to do this to you sir but-." Crack.
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"Damn and I thought the kill was messy in the movies." Why was this my first thought of all thoughts after I killed an innocent man?! I picked up my shirt not looking back at the body I just beheaded. Slipping into my shirt I thought of the body I was just about to leave next to a gas station. I gathered the parts wondering what to do with a dead body. I walked around the back of the mini-mart to find a dumpster. Not my brightest idea but what else was I to do? "R.I.P. amigo." I said closing the lid. Casually, I walked back to the trailer before anyone could really notice me. I raced into the shower just as they started to get on the trailer. I took the time just to make myself seem clean and not smell of blood and decay.
After bleaching my clothes, throwing on a dirty Misfits shirt and jeans, I finally crashed onto the bed where I waited for Frankie.