"How long..." I paused, gulping away the lump in my throat. I was shivering, not from the cold, but from fear. "how long are we going to run for, d-d'you think?" I tried to keep the stutter out of my voice. It didn't work very well...
"Until I find him and, uh... deal with him, I guess. Or until we lose him." I instinctively tightened my grip around his neck as he ran flat out, faster than ever before.
I waited a moment before I asked another question. It was starting to become difficult for me to get the words out. "W-will it hurt? When - if - he kills us, I mean." If. I had to hope it was an 'if'. I think I'd go insane if I thought of it was a 'when'.
"Um..." There was a pause, and I knew he was deciding on what was best to tell me. "No idea."
"That's a yes, right?"
I want straight answers. What I got was close enough. "Well, I guess it depends on... how." Alex coughed a little. "Burning hurts. I know that much."
Again, I didn't speak for a while. I had to let his words settle, and try to stop blank panic from descending on my brain and preventing me from thinking. "Will... will they burn us?"
"Doubt it." Huh. I'd have preferred a definite 'no', but I guess this kind of thing doesn't really work like that... "Not like you burn anyways."
"Good... I think."
I ducked my head down into his shoulder blade, shielding my face from the wind. It helped me to think, too. With my eyes closed, I could pretend that none of this was happening, that we weren't running from some guy out to kill us. That I was definitely going to see the other passengers on the bus again.
Gradually, the tension in my body decreased, and I relaxed a little. It's all gunna be okay, right? The nasty man ain't gunna win. Just like in the stories...
"It's gunna be okay, Alex." I whispered, before lifting my head up again. It was fully dark by now; running through the countryside, it was almost pitch black. A regular human wouldn't have been able to see anything. "Just like in the stories." I laughed.
I think I'm going insane.
But Alex laughed, too. I dunno... maybe we're both going crazy. Probably.
I stopped giggling and sighed, resting my head back down on his shoulder with a whisper. "Alex, I don't want to die."
"You won't, it's okay." It's okay. Everything's okay. We'll be okay. It's okay. No it's not f*cking okay!
I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I didn't want to shout at him. "That's what I keep telling myself, but it's not, is it?"
"Well, no, I'd rather not be on the run from someone that wants the both of us dead, but we're not gonna die, so y'know..." He trailed off. Not going to die. How could he be so sure? He didn't sound sure...
"Sorry, I know I'm asking you loads of questions, but I just have one more. You know back when you were a hunter, and not a vampire?" Honestly, I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know what I was going to ask next.
"What about it?"
Well, here goes. The question that could, possibly, seal our fate. "How many vampires got away after you guys had decided you were going to kill them?"
There was a long silence.
"I guess I know... thanks."