Obie was wondering if she was going to Heaven or Hell. She was a crooked Christian before the world ended and afterwards through her improper dressing, lack of prayers and foul mouth with a hint of spice. Yet, she deserved a little something. Obie was a nineteen-year-old virgin who offered no attention to begging men, thievery and uncontrollable food consumption. That's the...um...gluttony.

GRANTED. She was in the world where food was barely distributed, her selfish tendencies resulted from this apocalypse, envy or greed was hard to avoid knowing others could find better hiding spots before she could, and its difficult to subside anger as a teenage girl who lost her parents at sixteen years old.

She passed lust, gluttony and damn sure prideful, considering she has nothing to be vane about when she keeps getting her ass kicked.

Three out of seven sins. Not bad.

Thenceforth, she opened her brown orbs to what felt like a short duration. Yet, the less stress and tension her body said otherwise, along with the new scenery around her.

The vampire was standing above Obie, blankly.

It was dissimilar from the former stature. The blood he drained from the three strangers refilled and healed his skin. She must have been too concentrated on killing it that Obie entirely ignored his appearance; besides the blue eyes which returned from the scary purple and green.

The burnt skin was currently falling flakes, bringing light to the medium, tan tone as if its skin was permanently sun kissed. It had the darkest hair that blended into the shadows, yet the waves settled on his broad chest.

It was tall. Could be her current position that made the illusion.

Tall, ripped, long hair and tan skin. Pardon she for not focusing on the face at the edge of death.

"You going to kill me or what." She murmured through nausea and pain, while Burrito snuggled into her neck.

It bent on his knee, titling his head.

She looked away. "I know you can understand me."

Its large hand caressed Obie's neck, carefully. Warming up his snack before diving in.

Her bottom lip wobbled. "Please. Don't kill my possum"

It sniffed deeply.

"P-please." It turned her head to his attention.

The blue eyes enticed Obie. In a swift motion, he dragged his flat tongue on her forehead and sucked on the blood.

She whimpered.

It jerked back while shivering as if her blood was the life to his death. Her blurred vision cleared the same time her heart skipped when the infected swiped its tongue around the mouth.

Obie was sure this was it.

Until, he pressed his nail into its skin. His blood poured black as he caressed the bleeding finger into her forehead's cut.

She gasped.

A strange warmness was conquering the fatigue in her mind. The feeling was similar to having the flu, then hopping into a hot shower as the midst kisses your pores and a sensation breathed through your skin, while exhaling the sickness out. The pain was insignificant as she was rid from the suffering surrounding her brain. Her swollen features returned to normal.

Obie's furrowed forehead released in relief. She was lighter. She was conscious.

She sat up quickly, forgetting she had more wounds.

The vampire's arm shot out on her shoulder.

Obie jumped, immediately folding her fingers and attempted to punch him.

It played no games. The vampire snatched Obie's wrist and climbed on top. He strained both hands above the head and pressed his knee into her stomach. The position was familiar. Like the first time, except he had the upper hand completely.

Burrito bit his wrist.

The sharp hiss was enough for the possum to scatter back under the bed.

"Get off me!"

The vampire rolled its eyes.

"What kind of fucking vampire, are you?" she said in disbelief.

He stared at her bleakly.

The infected lifted her shirt to her breasts.

"No, no!"

He dragged his nails along the blue bruise on her side, splitting her skin.

Obie screamed.

He probed his finger into the cuts, rubbing the digits up and down the line. At first, she was bawling, because the heat ripped through and through. The unrealistic thought of his infected fluid corrupting Obie's circulatory system was rummaging her emotions. Then, all of a sudden, the pain abandoned her. Just as the nausea and pain on Obie's forehead left.

She closed her mouth. Easing into the normal feeling.

He crawled off Obie's body.

She, immediately, jumped up and felt around the skin. The bruise she retrieved from Scorpion Tail's blow was slowly degenerating from bluish black pigment to normal brown skin. The claw mark pulsed in sync as the dark color magnetized toward the nail lines till the wounds closed indefinitely.

Her forehead was masked in blood, though no injury complimented it.

"H-how? W-why?" she said in a breathy tone.

The infected healed her...disgustingly.

His eyes scoped over his body, then back to Obie.

"Oh..."

It was balance. The vampire healed her, because she saved him from the sun. Strange, because she exposed him to it in the first place. Yet the small mercy she gave was the same mercy returned to her keep.

"Oh," she repeated, speechless.

It was still undead. The cripple, disoriented and drained bodies around the room proved he was a monster in a handsome disguise. He wasn't mindless as her parents which makes this all worse. He understood the purpose of an owe debt. His motive could be to save and toy with her like food on a dinner table with a full stomach.

Obie slowly stepped away.

For a second, she thought through the possibilities of escaping and killing the infected man. The one second was all she required, because the potentials ran dry.

"Tsk, tsk." She summoned her possum.

The possum hesitantly peeked from under the bed.

"Come, Burrito. Come." She begged.

The vampire turned on his heels, scaring her pet under the bed. She jerked from his movement too, then realized he was walking to the woman's body. It cuffed his arms under her physique as her head hung back loosely. He dipped his head to the bleeding holes to finish drawing the blood out.

He growled, rapidly shaking his head as he drank.

"Oh, fuck." She whimpered.

Without considering Burrito's feelings, Obie paced over to the low mattress and elongated her arms to grab onto B's small feet. She dragged the possum, ignoring the small bites the little rascal decided to paint on her fingers.

The vampire was still feeding, becoming more man than he was burnt toast.

She went to the closet and grabbed her bag. B, quickly, ran inside.

"Easier for you," Obie mumbled. She had a hiding place, while her owner was left in the open like fresh meat.

There was only one step left in leaving this place; exiting out the door. There was hesitation, of course. The freaking vampire was feeding on the woman 2 feet away. The space can be easily succumbed by the swiftness of his vamp speed, used to grab and suck the life out of her body. It might have saved Obie from a slow death, however, an infected was still an infected. There was no way around his blood lusted mind to think he was truly going to release her for saving his life.

Her knees buckled as she took the risk anyway.

Scared. Frightening. Trying not to freak the fuck out. Terrified. Pants shitting mood. Petrified. Anxious. Possibly about to die twice. 2nd time is the charm. Worried.

She couldn't stop naming her emotions.

Fearful. Feeling mighty stupid for choosing this place. Sad-

Dum...Dum...D-Dum...Dum...Dum...D-Dum

Obie mentally slapped the stranger she met a couple months ago for igniting the marriage hymn as her approach song for death. The stranger was a fourteen-year-old girl, whose been hiding from vampires since she was eleven. They met in Target; scavenging for old packet foods in the fridge. At first, they were in attack mode for survival and a bag of chips. Though, an old elderly vamp with the strength of superman magnetized the two together in a dressing room, forcing Obie and the stranger to bond over hiding. While they waited out, Obie learned her age, life story and adventures. What stuck was the day after her parents took the AIV.

She was the flower girl; dressed in a princess formed attire with rosy red flowers behind one ear. She said it was one of the best days of her life. Her mother's dress was inspired by Beauty and the Beast. She got to pretend to be part of Disney world. Stranger girl remembered throwing the pink pedals on the red carpet, shyly as the audience watched adoringly. She was nervous that day, so her mother made her memorize the marriage hymn to relax as she walked down the isle.

The eleven-year-old liked it. Singing and dancing was easy. Dum...Dum...D-Dum...Dum...Dum...D-Dum...Dum...Dum...D-Dum...Dum...D-Dum...Dum...D-Dum.

Then, suddenly, her father stopped smiling and began jerking. His bones were popping in and out his skin as his head rolled around towards the ceiling. She said he crippled to the floor and arched like a dehydrated fish on land. The priest and the family crowded her father while she gripped the flower pedals for dear life. Her mother ran into the room, holding the dress' hem to her knees and pushed people out of the way to get to her fiancé.

No one cared about the girl. She was frozen on the isle and watched her mother cry.

She peeked through the long legs of the crowd and finally witnessed her father's body pause.

She thought everything was okay. He was okay.

Until, abruptly, he pounced on her mother and ripped her throat with his teeth. Everyone screamed. He didn't stop there. He jumped on whoever was available. It was so much blood. All the while, the song didn't stop playing.

Obie never understood why she told her this. They were foreign to one another. Yet, there was the obvious fact that she probably didn't have the chance to tell any one else and in this kind of world, the moment could die with them both.

Unfortunately, Obie couldn't stop singing the damn song in her head. Here comes Death, all dressed in black-

When she held the doorknob, the vampire's tan hand stopped the door from opening.

Her neck cracked by how fast she faced him.

She thought the eyes would have been green and purple. Those two orbs paralyzed each cell in her body. The blueness it has currently was almost normal as well as his face. It had a diamond shaped face. The blackness of his hair was an obvious hint to the eyebrows that were softly arched. Another softness added to his facial features was his deep dimples.

She had nothing to comment on about his mouth, because the blood on his chin.

"What do you want?" Obie blurted.

It raised his eyebrow.

She was confounded he had a reaction. "Sorry."

Straight pussy.

He just stared for a long minute or two, then nodded towards the window.

"Huh." She wondered aloud.

It didn't do it twice.

Obie walked backwards towards the window, keeping it in her view. Once she felt the wall pressed into her back, Obie peeked out the window.

Two vamps were feeding on two people on top of a car and on the sidewalk. Obie realized the infected was her parents. They must have followed Obie's scent, found the people apart of Scorpion Tail group and killed them.

Either way, she couldn't leave without being ripped apart. Her parents couldn't necessarily come in with the old blood downstairs.

She looked at him. "You're helping me, again?"

The vampire shrugged a bit and returned to his meal.

Obie repeated in disbelief. "You're really helping me."

He peeked over his shoulder before it sunk his teeth into next body.

It was about six hours before the sun begins to rise. There was no other choice than to stick it out up here. Problem was vampy who seems very blood thirsty.

There was gulping sounds.

Very thirsty.

On the other hand, the vamp protected Obie twice. She feels like she shouldn't worry for her safety in his presence, because it was a repayment. Then again her brain was running on its own fuel and adrenaline due to constant running from their monstrous predatory modes. The repayment was temporary. The question of the time was one in serious need of answering.

She scratched her head. She didn't have a choice.

Obie slid on the wall to the bottom with her knees to the chest. If she was going to stay, she was going to be wide awake with the dagger on the side of her bag.

This vampire was not strange enough to avoid death.