"Not so feisty now, are we?" he smirked, the effect somewhat spoiled by his broken nose that squatted in the middle of his face like a blood encrusted boil - red and angry looking.
"Nice nose," I taunted him. Why would you do that? I asked myself as Eric's face turned purple with anger.
"Just you wait until Jack gets hold of you, little girl. He's gonna break you."
I had no comeback for that. Seriously, the idea of being handed over to Jack scared the bejeezus out of me. Eric leaned over me.
"Get away from me!" I yelled at him.
He grinned, revealing surprisingly even white teeth.
"Too late, sweetie. Uncle Eric has already had a good feel. If you're a good little girl, I'll let you touch me too."
I looked down and saw how my jumper had been pulled up, exposing my skin to cold air and Eric's lecherous gaze. It dawned on me slowly what must have happened while I was unconscious.
Then it came. I felt the fury flood through me like a tsunami, washing away everything that was me - my conscience, my sense of right and wrong, everything that made me a good person, until there was only a feeling of emptiness, and a shimmering red hot rage.
Mr Blobby reached out a pudgy paw to pat my cheek and instead of flinching like he expected, I jerked my head up and bit his wrist as hard as I could. I felt blood squirt into my mouth.
Result.
I bit harder, my teeth tearing into layers of fat and muscle, and transecting blood vessels and probably some nerves too. I sucked at the wound while I gripped and ground at his wrist with my teeth until they grated on bone. Eric screamed - a high pitched undulating wail, and slapped at me with his other hand. I held on, his hot blood running down the back of my throat. Eventually his frantic slapping and tugging paid off - he pulled free and hurtled backwards, falling heavily on his backside. I had a chunk of his wrist still in my mouth, so I spat it out at him. It missed, but when he saw his mangled flesh lying in front of him he turned to one side and vomited all over the floor.
I waited until he looked up at me again, and licked my lips and grinned, blood running down my chin. He scrambled to his feet and ran, still screaming, out of the door.
Teach you to mess with a vampire, I thought with satisfaction.
Angus
"What have you done, you bitch!" I hissed at Lucy. She was backed against a wall, my hand around her throat, her eyes wide and terrified. Simon and his mother looked on, clearly shocked by the turn of events, but they made no move to intervene. We stood in the sun room again, all thoughts of lunch forgotten. Bill Colborne had not reappeared, but the rest of the family had gathered here. Oliver had immediately sensed that something was badly wrong and had gone in search of Lucy, who he found lying on her bed listening to hip hop on her iPod. He had dragged her back to the sun room by her arm, while she loudly protested her innocence.