Sempiternal, the Vampire Who Stole My sister (ch7)

    It was him, the man who shot me in the face.  Can my luck get any worse?  I tried to jump up out of the bed, but three straps that were strapped across my body held me down.

     "My dear, she does remember you.  I guess does remeber you."

     I tried to say "No dip sherlock" , but my lips were stuck together, so all that came out was an incoherant mumble.

     "I guess I should cut the stiches off her lips so she can talk.  I had sewen them shut incase she was a vampire."

      "I think not," Brandon said.

      "Why?"

      "Come on, Curtis.  Use that brain of yours, if we unstich her mouth right now with me here, we'll never here the end of it." A smile stretched across his face.

       He's got that right.  I can't belive he is making a joke out of trying to kill me!

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       I'm sorry this is a short chapter, but I have to get off.  Leave comments and vote PLEASE!!!