The Blood Gets Everywhere.

So no music then? Oh well, It might be that I'd rather be alone with him instead. No, not because of that. Honestly, people, get your minds out of the gutter.

"I think..." I began, pretending to ponder. Pretending, because I already knew what I wanted to do, and also because it makes me look intellectual. Oh, come on, I'm not that vain. "I think that we should stay in the hotel again tonight, and then find the bus again in the morning."

"I totally agree. I might actually steal that bed, though. I really don't want to have to sleep on a bus again." He laughed, which made me smile. As usual.

"Y'know, you don't have to sleep on the bus if you don't want to. I mean, you could always get off at nights - well, during the day, I suppose - or leave the bus all together." Please don't even consider the second option, I begged inside my head. I love the bus too much to leave.

"It's safer to stay on the bus than get off permenantly and just wander around for ages." He said, looking straight ahead. Our fingers were linked together as we walked down the street at a human pace.

I grinned up at him. "I was hoping you'd say something like that."

"Well if there's one thing I learnt about how to survive as a vampire from being a vampire hunter, it's to travel. A lot. The ones that travel survive the longest." He smiled, too.

"Was it stressful?" I asked him suddenly. "Being a vampire hunter, I mean."

"Only when I came off worse."

I winced involuntarily, imagining Alex in a fight with someone so much stronger than him. "I bet."

He just shrugged like it was no big deal. "It wasn't so bad. I mean I had a reason. I still do. It's just harder now." I just nodded wordlessly. I suppose it's a good enough reason to hunt your own kind... sort of.

I must have wandered off into my own little world for a while, because the next thing I new, Alex was letting me down from his back and into the room of the hotel.

Pulling off the hoodie, I tossed it into the corner by my bag and went into the bathroom to wash the blood off my hands. I scrubbed at my fingernails, trying to get the red to go away.

"Yeah, I think I do make too much mess." I called through to Alex. "And Jesse tried to teach me how to stay clean, too. I think that was the one time I managed not to get blood on me." I laughed, though a little shakily. The damn blood still wouldn't come off.

"Huh. What you need is a knife to stop you making such a mess... but I don't think that'd be such a great idea." I gave up and turned the tap off, picking up a towel, to dry my hands as I walked back into the main room. Alex was perched on his bed, and I moved to sit across from him on mine.

"I wouldn't use it for... you know. Or, at least, I'd try not to." I assured him.

"Sure, well it's up to you." He said. "I won't be lending you my knives any time soon, put it that way." I wouldn't lend knives to me, either. I don't think I could trust myself with one right now.

I looked down at my hands, and starting picking at my fingernails. I don't bite them - I had another habit - but they're not long. I keep getting them caught on things and they end up all raggedy. It used to annoy me a lot, but I don't mind so much now. Well... aside from the fact that they had some smoker's blood in them.

Lovely.

"Well, can you blame me?" He asked, seeing the blush in my cheeks from his comment.

I looked up at him and smiled slightly. "No, not at all. I wouldn't give me a knife either." He stood up and moved over to my bed, wrapping his arms around me in a comforting hug. I leaned my head on his chest and sighed. 

"How am I to solve a problem like Gabby, eh? You mucky pup," he grinned, making me giggle. "Think the hotel staff will start asking questions if we put that hoodie in the wash?"

"Hmm..." I murmured, trying to think of a suitable excuse for a blood-soaked hoodie. "If they do, we can say I cut myself."

He sighed, and I knew he was thinking I meant 'cut myself on purpose'. I didn't, I meant like an accident, but I guess it's natural for him to immediately jump to that conclusion. "Give it here, I'll see if I can get some of the blood out before I stick it in the wash."

So I untangled myself from his arms and went to pick the jacket up from the floor, tossing it to him. Alex walked into the bathroom and I heard the running water as he tried to get the stains to go away.

I followed him and looked over his shoulder into the sink. "Having any luck?"

"I'm trying to remember whether human blood comes out easier with hot or cold water... I'm more used to washing out vampire blood." He scrubbed furiously at the now dark grey fabric.

"It's cold." I answered immediately. The mirror above the sink was steamed up.

"Crap." He muttered and turned on the cold tap.

I laughed. "Fool."

"It's not my fault!" He insisted. "Vampire blood comes out with hot water. I don't usually have to wash out human blood. I'm not as messy as you." He glanced over his shoulder, smiling at me.

I scowled. "Yeah, well, I kinda had to know."

"Mhm." He mumbled and turned back to washing the hoodie. I shrugged and walked back into the main room, sitting on the bed and flicking on the tiny TV with the remote.

The End

1,115 comments about this exercise Feed