When Love Met Destruction

We got back from the mall at precisely 8pm. Andy had bought me an entire wardrobe, even though I told him that was not necessary, so it was extremely difficult holding the dozens of bags full of shirts, pants, shoes, underwear, and just about any other item a teenage girl would need. We were both juggling at least a dozen bags and by the time we got from the car to the front door, my arms were killing me.

Andy set down a few of the bags he was carrying and pulled out his keys to unlock the door. After a big struggle of lugging at those bags into Andy's room, I finally set them on the floor. My hands shot to my red arms and rubbed them softly.

Upon seeing Andy not at all phased by the weight exerted I exclaimed, "God you're strong.."

Andy smirked. "No, you're just weak." He stuck his tongue out playfully and wrapped his arms around me when I glared at him.

"I'm not weak." I mumbled, poking out my bottom lip and crossing my arms in mock offense.

Andy kissed my forehead and said, "I know. You're my strong little angel. You've been put through so much shit these past few days, more than a 17 year old should, but you're still managing to put a smile on that pretty little face."

I smiled cheekily at Andy as my cheeks burned and gently placed my lips on his. Andy's perfectly shaped eyebrows raised in surprise at my daring move but he took no time in kissing back. I didn't think anything of it. I mean, we were technically in a relationship, right?

When we finally pulled back Andy grinned down at me. "Put on some pajamas and meet me in the living room. It's guys night tonight and you're invited." I nodded and went to the Victoria's Secret bag that held an extremely cute pair of pajamas. The shorts were pretty short but after some convincing from Andy that they were fine, I agreed to him buying them for me. I was almost positive he only wanted them because the bottoms showed off my legs, which Andy had commented that he loved when I modeled the nightwear for him.

After nearly getting lost I finally found my way into the living room where Andy, Ashley, and the rest of his friends were sat. Andy noticed me first and motioned for me to come over to him. He pulled me down to sit on his lap and that's when I noticed a beer bottle in all of their hands. Ashley must have noticed my eyes scanning across the room at the alcohol because before I knew it, he was standing in front of my with an extra beer bottle and took a swig out of his. I hesitantly grabbed it, my eyes flickering from the bottle to Ashley's smirk.

"Drink it."

As I was bringing the bottle to my lips, Andy's hand pushed mine back down.

He asked, "How old are you again?" I think he wanted to make it apparent that I wasn't the legal drinking age to the guys, since he already knew.

"17.." I mumbled sheepishly. I felt like such a child around them. Andy grabbed the bottle out of my hand and set it on the table in front of him.

"She can't drink." He said, "She's too young." I scowled at the word 'young' and slumped back against Andy.

It wasn't that I necessarily wanted to drink but I didn't like how Andy was treating me like a child. The more I felt young, the more I wanted to drink the beer.

Ashley rolled his eyes. "So what? You're never too young to have a beer!" He grabbed the beer that was for me and place it back in my hand. "Just drink it. Let loose a little!" I smiled and took a large gulp of the alcohol, grimacing at the unfamiliar taste and choking when I took in too much. Andy patted my back to help ease my coughing fit.

"I say we play truth or dare!" A seemingly hyper guy yelled. Everyone nodded in agreement.

Ashley turned to me and said, "Okay, Scarlett. You're first. Truth or dare?" I thought for a minute.

"Truth." I said.

"If you could makeout with anyone in this room, who would it be?" Ashley's smirk grew wider at the shocked look on my face.

I blushed and whispered, "Andy..." Wolf calls sounded throughout the room, making my blush deepen, and Andy leaned over and kissed my cheek.

Upon hearing the front door open and multiple voices, including Chris', Andy pulled me up beside him. I frowned that our 'guys night' had to end so quickly but would rather not have a run in with Chris or Ricky or any of his friends for that matter.

"Go to my room and lock the door, I'll be there in a second." Andy said. I nodded and turned around, trying my best to remember the series of hallways and staircases I took to get to the living room from Andy's bedroom.

I opened the door and there, sprawled out across Andy's bed smirking at me, was Ricky. I backed slowly out of the room when he stood up but bumped into someone's chest. In my mind, I prayed that it was Andy, but something just didn't feel right. Glove-clad hands wrapped around my arms and I instantly knew who those hands belonged to. Chris.

I was pushed forward towards Ricky and desperately clawed on his hand when it wrapped around my throat. Ricky pushed me against the wall and smashed his lips against mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I struggled immensely but I couldn't get free from his grip, deeming me hopeless. He pulled back and I noticed his eyes turned bright red, the contrast against his pale skin making the color pop even more. Ricky grinned widely, showing off his razor sharp fangs.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight.", before he sunk his fangs into my neck. I cried and struggled against him but the more blood he drank from me, the weaker I got. Before I knew it, my heavy breathing lessened and I was drifting off into a deep sleep.

Notes

the link button wasn't working so I'm just going to have to put the full link down here!

Scarett's pjs - http://www.victoriassecret.com/sleepwear/pajamas/one-size-sexy-shortie?ProductID=163347&CatalogueType=OLS

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