Chapter The Next ~ Bden's Point Of View

You tell me everything will be all right,
I cross my heart and hope to die,
Maybe I won’t feel a thing,
So give me novacaine

“Erm.. Brendon?” Everyone was staring at me.
“What?” I asked, frustrated. I was irritable because I found out that it was definite that Pete and I were going to have to fight Gabrielle. I didn’t want to kill her, but there was no way I was letting her take me back to those bloodsuckers.
“What are you singing?” Patrick asked. He’d been the one who’d spoken before. He had orange-ish hair and dark brown eyes. He was probably nicest of us, kinder than most people actually, and yet he was still a Slayer.
“I can’t even make up my own lyrics to Green Day anymore?” I demanded.
“God, don’t bite my head off Brendon. I was just asking,” he replied. “What’s the matter with you anyway? You’ve been a bit off all night.”
The other Slayers chimed in with “Yeah”s and “Are you okay?”s.
“I’m fine!” I snapped.
“No, you’re not.” That was Gerard. He was the newest of the Slayers. He was pretty perceptive when it came to how someone was feeling, but it was pretty obvious that I was pissed tonight. He’d joined our ranks after we’d jumped him, mistaking him for a vampire because of his pale skin, red eyes (he wears contacts) and gracefulness.
“I just don’t want kill M&M…” I muttered, using my nickname for Gabrielle. I called her that because of her middle name, Emmy. All the Slayers had called her Emmy, but she dropped it after she turned.
Everyone looked at me sympathetically. They knew I’d taken her betrayal pretty hard.
Pete, being the complete moron that he is, refused to let me wallow in self-pity. “We just won’t kill her then,” he announced.
“What are you going to do then?” Hayley asked. Hayley was the most practical of us. Whenever we got emotional she forced us to look at the facts. “Kidnap her? We can’t let her go, she’ll just try harder. And we can’t keep her contained forever either.”
I stood up and grabbed a spike. Wooden spikes through the heart don’t kill vampires, but it does slow them down. We practice with them, so we can slow the vampire down long enough to kill it. I twirled it in my hands, then threw it across the warehouse that was Patrick’s house and headquarters. It landed right on target, through a lampshade.
Everyone stared at me. None of them were strong enough to throw a heavy spike the 50 feet it was from where I stood to the lampshade. I was pretty strong, strong enough to handle a vampire, that is.
Hayley immediately tried to calm me down. “We’ll figure something out Brendon, don’t worry.”
I glared at her. “How can I not worry? My ex-best friend is trying to kidnap me, and I’m gonna have to kill her!” It seemed hopeless.
Hayley hugged me. I didn’t hug her back. She was very short, so she had to crane her neck to look up at me through her unnaturally orange bangs. “Everything’s going to be all right.”
“Or so you tell me…” I grumbled, unwrapping her arms from around me.
The song I’d been singing earlier reverberated through my head as I went and sat back down to listen to the other Slayers’ plans on other vampires and other things.

You tell me everything will be all right,
I cross my heart and hope to die,
Maybe I won’t feel a thing,
So give me novacaine