Ted States Her PoV
Wazzup? It's Ted here, taking over Chapter 2 of mine and Antonie's story. Anyways, Vorador didn't seem to thrilled to see me, and I actually felt like a moron for I seriously liked this vampire, even though he was fictional... then he comes alive and... well, you know what happened. Anywho, while Umah and Tonie were glaring daggers at each other, my throat managed to recover and I could talk normal again.
"So, uh...have you seen my Cherry Coke?" I asked Vorador casually. He glared down at me.
"You mean, that vile substance that you dumped on your...whatever that machine is called...?"
"Yeah, that."
"How do you STAND that stuff!? It's horrid!"
I took that to mean that he had sampled what I had had left in the bottle sometime before he'd tried to strangle me.
"Seven-up is better," Tonie said simply, "Especially Cherry Seven-up."
The look on Vorador's face caused me to burst of laughing along with my friend. I was dubbed over, hands on knees, just cracking up over the sheer nonesense that was building up within the very room we stood in. After a moment of odd glances, I finally stood up, still trying to stop laughing.
"You two are the most bizzare vampires I have ever seen in my entire life... you on the other hand don't even resemble a vampire." he said, glancing at me.
I guess I couldn't blame Vorador for thinking so. When was the last time you ever saw a vampire wearing buckskin and beads? Sure the long, black hair is a give-away, but the coppertoned skin and circular pupils rather then the slit, cat-like ones resemebled more human then vampire.
"I've seen a vampire with white hair around," Tonie said softly, "A male..."
"That's Kain," Umah said shortly, "Keep your hands off of him!"
"Believe me," Tonie drawled, smirking, "I've got much better things to do than chase your man. You can have him, he's got far too much ego for me, anyways."
Umah looked like she'd have dearly loved to dismember Tonie there and then.
"Guys, could we be a little bit constructive here?" I snapped, just as Tonie wheeled on me.
"Oh ain't that the freshest thing I've heard all day! You spend the rest of the day screaming at a video game, throwing Cherry Coke and game controllers and you tell ME to be constructive?!"
"Why aren't these two blithering idiots caged and killed about now?" Umah questioned, turning to Vorador.
My right eyebrow began to twitch at least seven times before I turned to Umah. Shaking, I stepped forward, then stepped up to her, the most sadistic, Jack Nicholson in "The Shining" look on my face as I flipped out a pocket knife.
"HEEEEEERRRREEEE'S JOHNNY!"
"Okay," Tonie said brightly, dragging me away from Umah, "No more crack for you!"
I struggled, swinging the knife around in the air like a rabided dog as my vampiric friend dodged the blade. It was then, I felt a powerful claw grip my wrist tightly. The claw tightened it's grip, feeling as if my wrist was doing to shatter. Surely enough, Vorador had me by the wrist, and slowly began to loosen it as the knife clattered to the ground. I looked up at him angerly, and said in a plain, pissed-off tone:
"You suck, dude."
SNAP!!!
How'd you guess he broke my wrist? I glared darkly at him as he released me.
"Leave her alone," he said firmly, bending down to pick up my knife. I clutched my broken wrist to my chest.
"That hurt, you know."
"That was the idea, Ted," he growled.
"I don't understand how you have so many brides and they all stay with ya if you break their wrists!"
The green vampire shot a glance at me and looked ten times more pissed off then before. He leaned over me and stuck his smug right in my face with an angry glare.
"You just don't seem to get it, do you?! I could care less at the moment weither you're a vampire or a human but at the moment you're acting more like a female dog!"
That's when I heard Tonie's knuckles cracking... that was never a good sound...
"Now aren't we being friendly?" she said, smirking away. "Nobody breaks my buddy's wrist and gets away with it!"
"Is that a challenge?"