Stuck!

"I just wanted some cinnamon buns!"

I whined to myself as I leaned back. The horizontal bar poked me in the back again. This thing was bound to leave a bruise, I thought. Being stuck in an elevator is no fun, let me tell you! This weekend had begun full of possibilities but it wasn't meant to be. First, my plans to go visit my father went tits up.

"Sorry Bells, the fish are hungry. Billy and I are going for big one!"

Had been his response when I called last night to invite myself over. Going to my mom's wasn't an option either. Not only did she live on the other end of the country, she was once again on the road, God knows where to. Almost as soon as my stepfather's job ended for the season, they packed their bags and hit the road, destination rarely decided.

So here I was, on another weekend, with no set plans.

"Gah!"

My companion exclaimed picking himself off the side wall he had landed when the elevator had suddenly stopped between two floors, and began pounding on the thick metal wall with both fists.

"Help! Let me out!"

He screeched at the top of his lungs.

"I have to get out of here! Somebody please!"

I fished my phone off my purse. No signal and no battery, figures. I stuffed it back in the bag glad that the emergency lights in the car still worked. Pushing the bell ring on the panel, I turned on the guy, who was still shouting..

"Will you shut up! I'm trying to ring for help, here."
"I HAVE to get OUT!"

He threw over his shoulder at me, slamming his entire body against the double doors of the elevator. The entire car began shaking.

Oh no!

"Stop that right now, or you'll-"

My words were lost as the car groaned, shook more and more -how much space had been left between the shaft walls and the car's walls?- until the breaks gave out and the car began to drop.

It felt as if we were falling for ages, although my building was only 8 stories high. I was screaming. The guy screamed even louder -is that even possible?- and when the secondary breaks grabbed after the cable had been stretched to the point of us jumping up and down like on a freakin' yo-yo, I was slammed against one wall with the guy having fallen behind me against the corner.

Dizzy with rage -or because one of us had slammed against the mirror and shards were fallen around us- I turned to the guy.

"What the hell is your problem!? Were you home schooled or something? You. Do. NOT. Throw. Your. Weight. Around. A. Stuck. Elevator. Or you'll cause it to DROP more!"

I drove my finger into his sternum with each word, until it throbbed. My finger, that is. What is his chest made of?

"Now sit down and shut up!"

I rubbed my pained finger and the guy literally folded into himself. He fit in the corner perfectly, knees drawn against his chest, arms wrapped around them, face pressed against his knees.

"I don't like small, dark places."

He whined. I let my head fall back against my corner and took a few deep breaths to calm down. He whined low in his throat and his head slipped to the side. I took a good look at him. Shaggy dark hair and .. Eyes that flicked between red and black.

Fuck.

"Here lies Isabella Marie Swan: Danger Magnet to the End"
Quite the fitting epitaph. I may not be seventeen any longer but I still couldn't have helped myself as I asked out loud

"You're scared of small and dark places? What kind of vampire are you?"
"A claustrophobic one, dammit!"

He shouted and then wilted into his corner, rocking back forth, muttering under his breath how he didn't like the small and dark places. Great, I made the vampire feel bad. I'm not always this bitchy, am I?

Wait, vampires use elevators?

"Why are you in one in the first place, then?"
"Well..."

He drawled, toes drawing lines on the floor among the mirror shards. This is going to be interesting, I thought.

"Yes?"
"Find a human alone, pull the stop lever, have a lil' snack. Yum! I live in the basement apartment."

He finished in a whisper. I shook my head.

"Saved by the power outage"

I muttered, running a hand over my face, pushing my hair out of the way and, without thinking, up in a messy bun.

"Sowwy"

The vampire whimpered as I glared at him from the corner of my eye.

"Norville"

He said and I felt my eyes widen and bit back a giggle. Scaredy vamp, shaggy hair and called Norville? Should I ask whether the rest of the Mystery Inc. were? Nah, the big bad vamp seemed ready to burst to tears, better not mock him even more.

Then again...

"You do realize you could have knocked off the lights panel, open the top hatch, crawl through the shaft and get out at the nearest floor by kicking the door open, right?"
"A-and be a-all al-alone.. i-in a d-dark e-empty sh-shaft? No-no-no-no-no-no-no-noooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

He howled like a wolf under the full moon, turning whiter than snow, shaking and trembling. I reached out for his hair and gently stroked it. I guess I do have a death wish still.

"Come on bud, I'm sorry. Will you stop this now?"

His howling quieted down to violent crying. Jesus, were all vampires wrong in the head? Maybe Edward's refusal to change me really was for my own good. Norville put his head on my hap, still crying and, aside from his cries and whimpers, blessed silence descended on us.

I don't know how much time had passed before a series of clangs and bangs from above were heard.

"Everything all right down there fellas?"

Came over the elevator intercom. I slapped my hand down over the vampire's mouth. Maybe not my smartest decision ever, but I'd kill him if he started screaming again.

"Yes!"
"Hold on peeps, we'll get you out!"

I yelped as the car began to jerk upwards. Norville jumped up and grabbed me from behind, arms tightening around my ribs like an overgrown stuffed toy in the arms of a toddler..

"Ow! Can't. Breath."

Jerk by jerk, the car was pulled up until we reached until a couple inches above the ground floor and my breakfast reached my mouth. With another round of bangs the outer elevator door was pulled open and then the inside pair was pushed apart. A bunch of burly guys were there grinning from ear to ear, all clad in some sort of olive green uniforms with bright orange patches. Ah! The emergency services!

I grabbed hold of the shoulder of the tallest guy and plopped down. The laws of gravity were never on my side, but the vampire jumped down without a hitch and latched onto me once again. Figures.

After a round of talking and talking down and making sure we were okay, they wrapped the now broken shaft doors with retina-burning bright orange tape and we were allowed to leave. Naturally, the bright sun I had wanted to enjoy was long gone, giving its place to yet another Seattle rainy day.

Managing to dislodge my arm from the vampire's clutches, I hunted in my purse for my folding umbrella and stepped outside. Waving over my shoulder I left in the direction of my favorite patisserie. Screw cinnamon buns. After this I deserve chocolate. A couple big éclairs with a large chocolate milkshake would do the trick.

Reaching for the double glass doors, I saw Norville was only a few steps behind me.

"Where are you going?"

I asked him, surprised. The Cullens avoided human food like the plague. Norville, his bangs plastered to his forehead, shrugged sending water droplets everywhere.

"With you"
"Why?"
"I haven't met a human I haven't eaten before. I like you."

He shrugged again and fell into step with me as we entered the bakery for my snack. Trust me to be in a new town for a while and the first friend I've made to be a vampire!

And so here I was, on another Saturday, on the verge of something new.

A/N: This was supposed to be drabble, ideally a comic (or at least funny one). See what being stuck in an elevator myself for a couple hours does? In any event, I hope you all like it!