I started to stir-my head was pounding, and for a minute I was very confused, then began to remember the ordeal from earlier. But I wasn't on the couch anymore, I was in my parents' bedroom. I tried to sit up,but couldn't. Quickly, I realized I'd been bound. My arms were bound to the headboard above me, and my feet to the footboard below me.
Kyra stood at the west-facing window, watching the sunset intently. She must have heard the ropes creak as I moved, or heard the soft moan of desperation escape my lips, because she quickly turned to face me. She'd abandoned her clothing in lieu of my mother's terrycloth robe. "You have to excuse me for being so...presumtious about borrowing your mom's stuff," she apologized, "but my wardrobe is NEVER going to survive if I shred all of it whenever the moon rises."
"Kyra, come on..just let me go," I begged. It was begging now, undeniably. I didn't care, though. "I won't tell anyone about your family. Just let me go, please. If you love me as much as you say that you do, you'll let me go."
"I already explained to you why it has to be this way," she chided me as though she was talking to a child.
"I can't believe you're being such a fucking pussy about this, dude!" said Arnold, walking through the door of the bedroom. He was barely clothed as well, only wearing boxer shorts. Karen, our mutual cheerleader fantasy hung on his arm, practically naked, wearing only a black negligee. "Yeah, she's mine now," he said, seeing my gaze wander to her. "Are you fucking serious, this isn't the life that you want?" he asked. "Power, pussy, strength....how could you NOT want this life?"
"I don't want it, Arnold. Period," I said, trying to be firm.
"You seemed to want it badly, last night," said Karen, piping up.
"What?" asked Kyra and Arnold simulaneously.
"He and I mated, after I bit you," she told Arnold casually. "It happened when the infection was working its way into your system."
Arnold's reaction was swift. "You fucking WHORE!" he yelled, throwing her into the wall. She fell in a heap to the floor, looking fearfully up at him. "And you, dude...you're a piece of shit! You KNEW how I felt about her, and you nailed her anyway, while I was in the street BLEEDING! You're DEAD, motherfucker! You're DEAD!"
I closed my eyes, waiting for a kiling blow to hit, praying it would be swift.
"No, Arnold, wait," said Kyra, giving me a bit of hope. "Moonrise is only a few minutes away. Let's wait till then, so we can rip him apart!" She slapped my face. "How could you fuck that-that whore? How could you fuck that and deny me? I'm the one that loved you, not her! Well, not anymore...you're going to pay, you son of a bitch!"
And then....