Vampires will never hurt you, chapter 2
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Walking with the stranger into unknown territory and smog, I recognised buildings that I had seen when I was a human. They were silhouetted against the light of a full moon. I nearly laughed at the coincidence, but something caught my eye. A dog.
All animals stayed inside at night, like the humans, but this was searching through an overflowing bin. I thought it would completely ignore us. But as it turned, I saw what it really was. A werewolf, yes, it was huge. Of course, it was because of the full moon. Normally I would be shocked, well terrified. But the overwhelming feeling of power that came with being a vampire, removed the reactions, and made me concentrate on a single goal. My first meal...
The pavement was submerged beneath a sheet of rainwater; millions of drops colliding with its surface and splashing violently back up. I slightly raised the black umbrella I was holding over my head. Glancing around. I was standing outside in the pouring rain, the night I had first arrived at the flat near the smog. I watched my former self, with a battered bag slung over one shoulder, hurry through the revolving door of the building,
(flashback)
He looked as if he would collapse when I had walked in his door. The man stood hunched when I quizzed him about a place to stay. I made it clear that however much he advised that I should leave; I wasn't going to listen. I suppose he gave me the room out of pity in the end. Obviously he sensed my desperation, and rented the single room out for a small price.
(/flashback)
I shivered as the rain dripped off the umbrella, distorting my view through the glass. From what I could make out, my former self had paid the owner of the room, and been led upstairs. My gaze fell to the floor, and my old hair dropped across my face. My eyes darted to my shoes, trousers, jacket; I was wearing the identical outfit that I wore when I booked the room.
Is it permanent?
Is this flashback a memory, or does it mean I get a second chance?
Does this mean I don't have to be a vampire?
Is this my chance to survive... ?
My face was ruthless, and I flung down the umbrella and started down the street. I followed the endless orange streetlights for hours until I staggered into a clearing. The border. My heart pounded in my throat, and I gasped in exhaustion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a terrifying wall that reached far into the sky of swirling grey smoke. Faint shrieks and howls echoed menacing into the empty black stars above me.
To my right, a derelict street in a remote city stretched out towards the yellowing horizon. Dogs howling and babies crying. The real world on my right, the smog on my left. Life or death. Happiness or misery. I didn't have time to decide.
With a sound like a gunshot, I had the feeling of being slapped in the face, the shock sending me staggering backwards. As I attempted another step, I felt as if a rug was tugged out from beneath me. Cold, damp concrete grazed my cheek and a shard of a smashed glass bottle tore open a cut on my knee. And then, all I remember is blacking out.
All animals stayed inside at night, like the humans, but this was searching through an overflowing bin. I thought it would completely ignore us. But as it turned, I saw what it really was. A werewolf, yes, it was huge. Of course, it was because of the full moon. Normally I would be shocked, well terrified. But the overwhelming feeling of power that came with being a vampire, removed the reactions, and made me concentrate on a single goal. My first meal...
The pavement was submerged beneath a sheet of rainwater; millions of drops colliding with its surface and splashing violently back up. I slightly raised the black umbrella I was holding over my head. Glancing around. I was standing outside in the pouring rain, the night I had first arrived at the flat near the smog. I watched my former self, with a battered bag slung over one shoulder, hurry through the revolving door of the building,
(flashback)
He looked as if he would collapse when I had walked in his door. The man stood hunched when I quizzed him about a place to stay. I made it clear that however much he advised that I should leave; I wasn't going to listen. I suppose he gave me the room out of pity in the end. Obviously he sensed my desperation, and rented the single room out for a small price.
(/flashback)
I shivered as the rain dripped off the umbrella, distorting my view through the glass. From what I could make out, my former self had paid the owner of the room, and been led upstairs. My gaze fell to the floor, and my old hair dropped across my face. My eyes darted to my shoes, trousers, jacket; I was wearing the identical outfit that I wore when I booked the room.
Is it permanent?
Is this flashback a memory, or does it mean I get a second chance?
Does this mean I don't have to be a vampire?
Is this my chance to survive... ?
My face was ruthless, and I flung down the umbrella and started down the street. I followed the endless orange streetlights for hours until I staggered into a clearing. The border. My heart pounded in my throat, and I gasped in exhaustion. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a terrifying wall that reached far into the sky of swirling grey smoke. Faint shrieks and howls echoed menacing into the empty black stars above me.
To my right, a derelict street in a remote city stretched out towards the yellowing horizon. Dogs howling and babies crying. The real world on my right, the smog on my left. Life or death. Happiness or misery. I didn't have time to decide.
With a sound like a gunshot, I had the feeling of being slapped in the face, the shock sending me staggering backwards. As I attempted another step, I felt as if a rug was tugged out from beneath me. Cold, damp concrete grazed my cheek and a shard of a smashed glass bottle tore open a cut on my knee. And then, all I remember is blacking out.
