"Ricky, bro you in there?"

"Don't move," I whisper to Meg.

The round door knob rattles again. Luckily for us, the door doesn't budge.

"Bloody Ricky, where the hell is he?" His voice fades and we both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Shit, that was close," I say, and we both start giggling. Her face lights up and I can't look away, she's just so freaking beautiful when she's happy and carefree. "You have a really pretty smile."

She pauses and looks down at her fidgeting hands. I've learnt by now that's her go to when she's nervous-it's really cute. Well, I'm past the point of no return now, may as well keep up the momentum.

"I mean it. You're frigging awesome, Meg." I can see her blush behind that exquisite dark hair of hers. Yeah, she likes me too.

I lean in and place my finger under her chin. Slowly, I lift her face and look into that beautiful blue eye. My gaze then travels down to those luscious lips-turned a bright shade of red from all that biting she does when she's unsure. Then I go in for the kill.

I pause an inch from her face when we hear a noise coming from the door lock.

"Dammit, Ricky, I know you're in there ya lazy bastard!"

Instinct takes over and as I motion for Meg to stand to the side of the door, I adorn my trusty Elsa wig and lean over the dead guy's detached arms and legs, trying to hide as much of his missing torso as possible with my body. The door unlocks and swings open.

"What the hell Ricky, I'm busting my ass while you're holed up in a cupboard with some random chick, doing god knows what. Your wife is going to be pissed if she finds out about this."

Heavy boots take a step closer and yell, "now Meg!"

"What the-"

I turn just in time to see Meg in action. She's so graceful, the way her delicate fingers wrap around his jugular. His facial expression turns confused at the sight of me and the arms and legs just behind me. His mouth opens wide, trying to make a noise, but he can't. Meg has a vice-like grip on that throat and she is not letting up.

The guy's face turns every shade of red before Meg ever so savagely digs those gnarly teeth or hers into his fleshy neck-this one's nice and plump. After watching Judy in action, I realised death by eating off the neck is a quick way to go. You're shit out of luck if you can't take a breath.

He slumps to the floor and boom, he's out. Well, we were only going to abduct the one guard while we waited for Charlie, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. And I ain't going to say no to a free meal.

"You were wonderful, Meg. The way he just dropped like a stone, not one noise escaping that stunned mouth-brilliant!"

"Thanks Toby," she says shyly. "It was nothing, just another day at the office."

She watches me for a second, then her face changes. Her eyes narrow, she squares her stiff shoulders and her hands roll up into determined little balls as she takes two strides across the tiny room and grabs me by the shirt. Her luscious, blood stained lips are so close I can smell the iron.

"I'm going to kiss you Toby!"

Please do before I die of anticipation.

"It's my first kiss, so be gentle," I tell her.

She pins me with a cheeky grin and jumps on my lap, takes my head in her hands and says, "it's my first time too, oh, and don't be gentle." Damn Meg!

There's another bang on the door-just kidding. Wild zombie horses couldn't stop me this time. She moves in and I close my eyes, as soon as her lips touch mine and they're so cold. Ice ice baby. The taste of blood makes its way into my mouth and as soon as it hits my tongue, my senses are heightened.

The smell of iron is now mixed with Meg's fragrant hair-mmm brains. She must have brain fluid in it, and it smells heavenly. It's also turning me on something fierce. Looks like my male sexual urges are still lingering, from a somewhat semi-dormant state to now active-or overactive in my case.

Her tongue sneaks into my open and willing mouth. Oh, the side of it's missing, I'd never noticed before. She swirls it round and round like a wheel travelling on the road at a hundred kilometres an hour. As much as I'm enjoying this, my primal urge takes over. I slowly pull away, savouring the taste of her on my lips.

"You hungry?"

"Good lord, I thought you'd never ask! He's just sitting there smelling so good and waiting patiently to be eaten. Don't get me wrong, I very much enjoyed our kiss, but damn I'm hungry as shit again!"

"Oh thank god, me too!"

We feasted on our new guest, and now I think it's time for me to finish my story. And answer the question of why we are in this cramped, stinky broom closet. Meg goes back to reading her book and gives me a cheeky grin.

So where was I? Oh, yeah, the cure...

"Wait, what? There's a cure?" I asked Meg's dad.

"Yeah, or so they say. The only problem is; as soon as you transform back to a human, you die. That's why they've been rounding up so many of us, because we keep dying."

Holy freaking shitballs!

"There you are! We've been looking all over for you!" It was Jack and Archie, returned from the reconnaissance mission of the first floor.

"Did you find out anything useful? Because we sure as shit did!"

"Well, as a matter of fact, so did we. But we have good news and bad. The good news is we found Charlie."

"What! That's awesome, where is he?" Meg said, super eager to find her brother.

"That's the bad news. When we last saw him, the bad guys were leading him towards the exit with a dog collar around his neck. They were saying something about another roundup."

Poor Meg, her face went from hopeful to grim in a matter of seconds. But that sounds like what they did with Tiff. Now I'm nervous they replaced her with Charlie because she's dead.

"You didn't see a blonde teenage girl as well, with a mangled arm and missing teeth, did you?"

"Actually, there was. She was in a collar too."

Thank you Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

"Did you find out where they're going?" I asked.

"No." Jack and Archie look all dejected until Meg's dad clears his throat to get our attention.

"They do this every night. They'll be back by morning. If you can wait till then, that will be the perfect time for a rescue. They'll be tired and won't be expecting any trouble."

"Sounds like a plan. Jack, can you and Archie get back to the school and round up the troops? Once you see Charlie and Tiff return, then you know its go time," I said.

"Aye aye Captain, see you in the morning." Jack and Archie saluted, then headed off back to the window.

And that my fellow humans-undead or very much alive, is why we are here in this cupboard. We're waiting for morning to save the day. Although, we had to bribe the guys in the cells with a couple of guards to keep them from ruining our plan. As you can imagine, they weren't too happy about staying another night in this place. But luckily, with somebody parts filling their stomachs, they were much more agreeable.

I can't wait to see Tiff's and Charlie's faces when they find out we're here to rescue them. It'll be epic!

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