Chapter 22: Spitting Venom and Locking Lips

"Are you prepared to speak to Dracula?"

She saw Brandon walk through the door.

"No...I'm not going near him. Leave me alone."

"Don't expect to stay in here forever." Brandon said in an iron clad face. "I smell something..." He sniffed the air. "Blood..."

"-My blood. It smells different, to different vampires. I was bleeding from the neck before. Don't flatter yourself it'll kill you the moment you drink it. And Dracula knows what he's dealing with. I'm the only one who could kill you and Dracula so don't tempt me." Lana's hands squeezed the bed sheets. She was both sick of this new Brandon's ego, and needed to play this out right.

"Fine. I'll relay the message." He glared at her with blood red eyes. "You know, you don't really have any power. It's Dracula and Lilith who have you trapped here...not the other way around. Plus...that Helsing kid is probably already dead."

"You'll never be half the man Helsing is. AND you may not remember Brandon, but you actually liked me...tried every day to flirt with me but all you were and ever will be is a pretty face on a big body and no brain! Helsing is the one that got me not you, so go bite someone else neck with your dumb teeth because you damn sure never did nor will get close to mine!" Lana shoved a pillow at him from the bed, in anger.

He looked at her with an glare, and then turned around as if to leave. "You may be right...but it's not my blood that they're after." He then closed the door.

Lana breathed heavily. She was worked up and she shouldn't be. He deserved that, but the last thing she needed was another Vampire who wanted her dead. Shit Helsing!

"Helsing?" She lifted up the blanket from the side of the bed-frame.

"Mmm." He groaned. "Nice argument you held there. So I 'got you' eh?" Helsing gave a smirk through his pain.

"Well...god leave it to you to say something like that when your on the floor and you've just nearly bled to death..." Lana said leaning over to help him from out under the bed.

"Just part of my charm." He said as he got up.

"Funny...I never saw that charm when you first met me...I think it was more of a 'I have to deal with this chore before the vampires eat her' kind of charm." Lana said as he rose up and caught her challenging eye.

"Well you know...we're not all perfect." He said as he winced onto the bed.

"I can't keep you in here...if Dracula's in here next you're done."

"We need to get rid of them. I'm not game for this being chased around by some egotistic vampire who keeps laying his dead ass paws on-"

"Me?...oh you wouldn't happen to be jealous?" Lana looked at him smugly.

He stared back at her. Her dress was falling off her shoulder. Her hair still in her loose curls, tousled from crying on the bed. He had been jealous...pissed off...he didn't even get why half the time he'd even been so pissed...sure he hated Dracula...sure he was a little chivalrous...but it'd been a bit more than flirting. It wasn't just sexual...sure she was...attractive...but... he looked at her. She was brave...but she'd been breaking after three days of this hell...He had too fix this. He had to help her fix this.

"Well maybe a bit...but I mean if you want I can leave you here with Dracula...he did seem to have a certain attraction to you."

"As much as I love the attention...I'm not really one for men who steal it...or creep up my neck and arms..." Lana shivered.

"But I mean I did steal the odd kiss..." He smirked.

"Well I-" She stuttered.

"So I'd hope you dont mind if I steal one again?" He leaned over to her and kissed her.

She fell back on the bed, him overtop her. She let him kiss her and felt right for once. She'd calmed herself now, and if even for a moment she could escape under Helsing's lips, she'd take it.

"So, what do you think about actually taking out Dracula this time around?" Alex asked in her ear, parting from the kiss for a moment.

"I like it, but how?"

"I have a few ideas." Helsing smiled.

"Well I'd love to hear them but ... do you think maybe it could wait?"

"Wait? I wasn't even done yet." Helsing smirked and pressed his lips against hers as they fell into the sheets, escaping their horrid reality.