{ into the night }
{ 1. On the Corner of Dead and Crazy }
If you were to ask me how I got to where I was now, standing back to back with a creature that I had once mocked, I could not give you a direct answer. Because, if I told you, or anyone really, that I was fighting a war alongside a vampire, then I'm pretty sure I would get called to a loony bin.
But, I assure you that it is entirely true. I know; I wouldn't have believed it either. Vampires? Never in a million years would I have thought that vampires and the whole shebang were real. Come on, stuff like that doesn't happen!
Even though we were standing there with an army surrounding us, I still found it hard to believe. It all felt very surreal, like it was a dream, but judging by the very real stench and the very real sensation of the earth shaking beneath my feet, this was in fact, very real.
"Two against how many?" I asked as we looked around at the incredible army that had us backed up as far as we could go.
I could hear my unlikely vampire ally counting under his breath. I could almost hear the smug grin that was on his face as he said, with utmost certainty: "Ten."
"Hah hah. Very funny," I grumbled, rolling the heavy lead pipe in my right hand. This would be a good time to let you know that I was in no way gifted with super human strength or speed. No special powers on my behalf - just a regular old human being. Though, I did have a few items of choice that had come in handy in fighting our enemies.
The hundreds of them that gathered now seemed to be waiting on a command. I had only ever met their leader once, and honestly, I would never want to repeat that experience again. So, then why, I asked myself, was I sneaking into their layer with the plan to meet with said leader again? Well, let's just add that to the questions that I couldn't answer just yet.
It was an inconspicuous building that sat back behind the more busily occupied stores that huddled around it. Naturally, those stores were employed by our nasty monster friends. From just looking at it, the place could have been a regular, no-questions-asked storage facility. It's rugged brick exterior oozed with normalness. But inside? It was everything but normal. The hallways were splattered with old and faded blood stains, like there had been battles here before. Or maybe a rebellion among the ranks that had been squashed with the deaths of the rebels. Everything was grey. Grey carpet, grey walls, grey tile, grey everything. There were no windows, and the doors all looked like they had been broken more than once in the last month.
We stood in what must have been the cafeteria. There were entrances to the large room in all directions, which had allowed our enemies to swarm us and encircle us in the way that they did. Their ugly faces were morphed, showing their true (albeit hideous) colors.
"You ready?"
I swallowed back a sarcastic response and opted for nodding affirmatively. Though vampires didn't need to breathe, I felt his back expand against mine as he took a deep breath. Or, maybe that was me taking a deep breath. Either way, I was pretty sure I'd meet my death in this fight. "It was nice knowin' ya," I tried to sound more optimistic than I was.
"Likewise. And, you're not to shabby," he nodded. "For a human," he added with a chuckle.
Then, before we could give it a second thought, we ran at our enemies.
But, I assure you that it is entirely true. I know; I wouldn't have believed it either. Vampires? Never in a million years would I have thought that vampires and the whole shebang were real. Come on, stuff like that doesn't happen!
Even though we were standing there with an army surrounding us, I still found it hard to believe. It all felt very surreal, like it was a dream, but judging by the very real stench and the very real sensation of the earth shaking beneath my feet, this was in fact, very real.
"Two against how many?" I asked as we looked around at the incredible army that had us backed up as far as we could go.
I could hear my unlikely vampire ally counting under his breath. I could almost hear the smug grin that was on his face as he said, with utmost certainty: "Ten."
"Hah hah. Very funny," I grumbled, rolling the heavy lead pipe in my right hand. This would be a good time to let you know that I was in no way gifted with super human strength or speed. No special powers on my behalf - just a regular old human being. Though, I did have a few items of choice that had come in handy in fighting our enemies.
The hundreds of them that gathered now seemed to be waiting on a command. I had only ever met their leader once, and honestly, I would never want to repeat that experience again. So, then why, I asked myself, was I sneaking into their layer with the plan to meet with said leader again? Well, let's just add that to the questions that I couldn't answer just yet.
It was an inconspicuous building that sat back behind the more busily occupied stores that huddled around it. Naturally, those stores were employed by our nasty monster friends. From just looking at it, the place could have been a regular, no-questions-asked storage facility. It's rugged brick exterior oozed with normalness. But inside? It was everything but normal. The hallways were splattered with old and faded blood stains, like there had been battles here before. Or maybe a rebellion among the ranks that had been squashed with the deaths of the rebels. Everything was grey. Grey carpet, grey walls, grey tile, grey everything. There were no windows, and the doors all looked like they had been broken more than once in the last month.
We stood in what must have been the cafeteria. There were entrances to the large room in all directions, which had allowed our enemies to swarm us and encircle us in the way that they did. Their ugly faces were morphed, showing their true (albeit hideous) colors.
"You ready?"
I swallowed back a sarcastic response and opted for nodding affirmatively. Though vampires didn't need to breathe, I felt his back expand against mine as he took a deep breath. Or, maybe that was me taking a deep breath. Either way, I was pretty sure I'd meet my death in this fight. "It was nice knowin' ya," I tried to sound more optimistic than I was.
"Likewise. And, you're not to shabby," he nodded. "For a human," he added with a chuckle.
Then, before we could give it a second thought, we ran at our enemies.
{ Three weeks earlier }
I was being followed. Don't ask me how I knew - I just did. My stalker, for lack of a better term, had been following about two yards behind me since I had left my work place about fifteen minutes ago. Sure, he tried to make it seem like he wasn't following, but I could tell by the eerie way that his (at least, I was pretty sure it was a him) footsteps made next to no noise compared to mine.
Now, I don't normally walk to and from work. It was a half hour walk each way, but I couldn't get my car to start earlier, so this was the next best thing. Up ahead, I could see an area where there was a line of street lights that were either out or not working. I hurried, trying to get through the area quickly.
When I reached the end of the darkness and finally stood in the halo of light that was cast by the street lamps, I dared to turn around to confront my follower.
But he wasn't there.
"Weird," I grumbled and turned on my heel to walk the last block or so home.
"Hello."
I drew in a sharp breath and backed up a bit, looking up where he towered over me (which was impressive, since I wasn't exactly short by any means). The man's face was shrouded by shadow, but the square of his shoulders and the shadows cast by his apparently fit physique told me that I wasn't going to make it out of this without a few bruises at least. "Hi," I leered at the man, not sure when he had gotten there or how I had missed him.
I wasn't sure what this guy's plan was, but I dipped my hand into my purse, ready to pull out some pepper spray in case he tried anything.
"There's no need for that," the man informed me. Almost immediately, I felt like I had been completely disarmed. And not in a physical sense. It was like this guy was dipping into my mind and telling me to trust him.
I hated mind games. Trying to hold on to the last sliver of my own will that I had left, I took another few steps away from this guy. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I'm warning you - I won't go without a fight!" I warned, trying to make it look like I had done this before. Which I hadn't, but I had taken a semester of kick boxing at my university last year, if that counted for anything.
Almost immediately he raised his hands in a gesture for me to calm down. "Whoa there, Nelly, there's no need for that aggression. I'm not here to hurt you," he said in a tone that bordered on amused.
"What?" This guy was making no sense. First, he follows me on my walk home, and now he was trying to convince me that he meant no harm? Yeah, no, not buying that one. "You're a pretty bad liar."
"No, really," he insisted. "At least, not anymore," he added, and I could have sworn I saw him crinkle his nose in distaste.
Oh, so now he wanted to insinuate that I was gross? Smart move, dude. "You got a problem?" I challenged.
Out of nowhere, it sounded like someone was running away. I turned toward the sound (and looking back, I'll never figure out why I turned away from the huge guy that I was sure was harboring malevolent intentions), but saw nothing. When I turned back to the man, he was gone.
"Hello?" I called out. Wait, no, bad idea. What if he came back? Shaking my head, I jogged the remaining distance home, where I would do everything but forget the weird encounter that I had tonight.
Now, I don't normally walk to and from work. It was a half hour walk each way, but I couldn't get my car to start earlier, so this was the next best thing. Up ahead, I could see an area where there was a line of street lights that were either out or not working. I hurried, trying to get through the area quickly.
When I reached the end of the darkness and finally stood in the halo of light that was cast by the street lamps, I dared to turn around to confront my follower.
But he wasn't there.
"Weird," I grumbled and turned on my heel to walk the last block or so home.
"Hello."
I drew in a sharp breath and backed up a bit, looking up where he towered over me (which was impressive, since I wasn't exactly short by any means). The man's face was shrouded by shadow, but the square of his shoulders and the shadows cast by his apparently fit physique told me that I wasn't going to make it out of this without a few bruises at least. "Hi," I leered at the man, not sure when he had gotten there or how I had missed him.
I wasn't sure what this guy's plan was, but I dipped my hand into my purse, ready to pull out some pepper spray in case he tried anything.
"There's no need for that," the man informed me. Almost immediately, I felt like I had been completely disarmed. And not in a physical sense. It was like this guy was dipping into my mind and telling me to trust him.
I hated mind games. Trying to hold on to the last sliver of my own will that I had left, I took another few steps away from this guy. "I don't know what you're playing at, but I'm warning you - I won't go without a fight!" I warned, trying to make it look like I had done this before. Which I hadn't, but I had taken a semester of kick boxing at my university last year, if that counted for anything.
Almost immediately he raised his hands in a gesture for me to calm down. "Whoa there, Nelly, there's no need for that aggression. I'm not here to hurt you," he said in a tone that bordered on amused.
"What?" This guy was making no sense. First, he follows me on my walk home, and now he was trying to convince me that he meant no harm? Yeah, no, not buying that one. "You're a pretty bad liar."
"No, really," he insisted. "At least, not anymore," he added, and I could have sworn I saw him crinkle his nose in distaste.
Oh, so now he wanted to insinuate that I was gross? Smart move, dude. "You got a problem?" I challenged.
Out of nowhere, it sounded like someone was running away. I turned toward the sound (and looking back, I'll never figure out why I turned away from the huge guy that I was sure was harboring malevolent intentions), but saw nothing. When I turned back to the man, he was gone.
"Hello?" I called out. Wait, no, bad idea. What if he came back? Shaking my head, I jogged the remaining distance home, where I would do everything but forget the weird encounter that I had tonight.
AUTHOR'S NOTE::
This is something that I just had the random inspiration for this morning. So yeah. Not sure what I'm going to do with it. Or anything really |D but it felt really good to be writing again, so I hope that this becomes more than just a random thing.