Chapter 84: The Game

Yang had a smile on his face as he heard the footsteps of the vampire in the red jacket walk away. That's the only way he could tell them apart. The first one had a yellow shirt on, the second had glasses. And the third one had a red jacket. They all did the same to him, however. He wasn't mad at the vampires, sucking blood is their thing. He wasn't mad at the world. He wasn't mad at anyone. Yet anger purged his every vain. But anger wasn't the worst part. Anger flooded his veins. Desolation flooded his soul.

Yang laid his head on the concrete building behind him. He sat in a cold alley, not far from the vampire bar. Yang lifted his hand and laughed. He was almost as pale as a vampire, but he was much weaker than one. His hand felt has heavy has his heart once did, making it fall to the ground. His heartbeat was just as erratic as the thoughts going to his brain. Yang wouldn't call himself suicidal. Actually quiet the opposite. He loved life. But what was the point of living it when uit would simply be hell. The constant ringing in his ears. The constant feeling of a stab wound in his chest, aching with every breath he took. Death seemed like such a better option now. He could hear someone walk towards him, but he didn't lift his head.

"Your dead yet?" The girl asked. The bartender. Yang didn't lift his head. Couldn't. There was a trick Chan had taught him. It was a forgotten memory, the information useless at the time. However now, every memory was awakened oif Chan. It suffocated the human, drowned him in sorrow and depression.

"Squeeze your thumb and your pinky for your pulse. If you c an't feel it, you've lost a lot of blood."

Yang did exactly as the short memory toppled him, squeeze in pinky and thumb in his hand. No pulse. He could only smile. "Smiling. Why are you happy? That your a full course meal for the customers inside?" THe lady asked. Yang stopped smiling, finally looking up at her. A vampire. Of course. His breathing was as thin as smoke, with his eyes filled with the dark gas.

"If your going to kill me, just do it. You can hide my body." Yang suggested, his voice scratchy from it's lack of use. The girl didn't look at him with a shocked expression. She only rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as well. "Humans, such assholes." She sighed. Yang only agreed with her. She began to walk away, her footsteps in a darkened pattern that only Yang seemed to be able to hear. He could feel warm blood spill from his neck as his eyes fluttered shut once again, this time ready to not open again.

Die of heartbreak.

Such a coward way to die.

More footsteps floated into yang's ears. This time the sound of multiples. Not a singular person. Instead a gang. Yang continued to lay there as if nothing was happening. As if he was deaf and couldn't hear a thing. "Is he knocked out?" One whispered. They didn't come from the side where the entrance to Rose Creek was, so he assumed that they weren't customers. Humans, not humans. Yang couldn't tell.

"If he's dead that would be a problem.." Another whispered. The footsteps came closer, and the feeling of someone's hands on his body made him open his eyes. Vampires. "Yes?" Yang grumbled as if he has been sleeping. All but one vampire took a step back from him, before smiling. The vampire that continued to crouch in front of him smiled. "How many people have drank your blood, tonight?" The vampire asked with a sly grin. Yang was ready to mimic him, but he didn't. "I wish it was too many." Yang whispers, his head lowering, hanging on by his neck.

The vampire seemed slightly shocked by Yang's answer, but he smiles. "It's okay. We're going to be the last ones. But your going to have to cooperate with us. Alright?" Before Yang had anymore time to answer he felt the vampires hand going to his neck. He gasped, his eyes widening for a spilt second. The vampires grip was intentionally strong, cutting off Yang's air supply. The air stuck in his chest wouldn't leave. His face turned red, but he wasn't scared. He wasn't worried. The last thing Yang could hear was the sound of laughter. Yang wished he could laugh with them.

Just one last time.