Author's note: Title might change while this story is being writen. I will warn all readers of the change before it is done. I'm just trying this one out for a while. This fic came to me while I was talking with my friend about her Leonardo vampire fic. This is a prolouge and if you don'e get it at the end, you will when I start writing the actual fic. It's just to lure you in (V-Leo: which isn't that hard when you have me and my brethern lurking here). I hope it sends chills down your spine as you read the tale of a young women who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mwahahaha! (V-Casey: I don't know who's more evil. You or us.). Hehe... anyway... I hope you enjoy...if you can! Mwahahaha!
Disclamer: I don't own the turtles & company. The lady in this part is not an OC. She's just a filler. There will be no "OCs" in this fic. Just AUs....Mwahahaha!
She was on her way home after getting her first big paycheck. Her smile couldn't get any bigger. That check in her purse felt like it was weighing her down and she couldn't wait to get it cashed so she could start her shopping spree. New York was her playground now that she moved here permanently. It was her own way of rebelling against her paranoid parents. The reports of missing people had skyrocketed in the last month almost tripling the number in the month before alone. None of this scared her in the least. If she could hold her own here, she can do anything. Her feeling of invincibility never left from when she was that naïve teenage just starting to brave the world. She was young and reckless and that's what scared her parents the most. She wasn't ready for the city and they knew it.
Her euphoria ended, however, when a figure walked silkily past her, grabbing her purse and ripping it out of her grasp. She screamed in outrage after the purse-snatcher and chased after him. Following him with her eyes was difficult as he weaved in and out of the apathetic crowds. A tear fell down her face as she realized she would never cash that check. That guy was going to be happy when he realized his luck. She collapsed to her knees in sheer exhaustion as the weight of what just happened threatened to consume her.
"Ma'am?" She heard someone say from above her. She looked up and caught eyes with a slim black-haired beauty that looked like he could have been chiseled from ice. He was remarkably handsome in every way and she was stuck dumb with the way he courteously held out his hand to help her to her shaky feet. "I believe this belongs to you." He said, his voice so silky soft it was almost mesmerizing. He held out the black handbag she instantly recognized as her stolen purse and she shakily reached for it.
"Th-thanks, sir," She said, almost breathlessly as she stared into those almond-colored eyes of his.
"May I walk you home?" Her icy angel said as her, again, offered her his hand. "You don't look too steady on your feet just yet. We don't want any more accidents to happen tonight." As if in a trance, she closed her hand around his strangely cold one and allowed him to take the lead. The black cloak he wore swayed around his legs and she watched before bursting into hysterical laughter. Feeling his eyes on her, she hastened to explain.
"S-sorry," She began, "It's just…your cloak…it reminds me…uh…never mind. It's silly really."
"What is it?" He said, fluidly.
"Well…it reminds me of Dracula's cloak. Ya know the vampire?" She laughed in a flustered matter, "But vampires aren't real. It's a stupid thought."
"I see," He said as the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, "Yes, I can see how you could come to that conclusion." His smooth voice sent chills down her spine, but she ignored them. She really was naïve.
When she finally managed to tear her gaze away from him, she realized she didn't recognize her surroundings anymore. She knew how easy it was to get lost in this big city, but this was ridiculous. "Ah…" She began as she turned back towards her cloaked companion, "Where are we going?" The shadows around her grew as she noticed his absence. In a start, she began frantically looking around, searching for her missing hard-edged angel. Her only reward was a blindingly light-blue-ish white light striking the ground in front of her and sending her to the ground in the after-shock. She looked up towards the source to see a shadowed figure staring down at her from above, crouched almost like a gargoyle as its cloak waved in the wind behind it. Another light-bluish white ball of light materialized in its hand and an unseen smile crossed its lips.
Frightfully, she turned and ran just as the ground exploded behind her. Every time she dared to look up at the towering rooftop above her, it was there. She dodged each ball of light aimed at her as she ran deeper into the twisting alleyway with no sign of escape. Tears fell down her face in torrents as her fear increased. The thought that she wouldn't escape this alive scared her even more then the stalking figure above her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she ran. Ahead of her, the alleyway ended abruptly and she was forced to stop. The explosions had ceased behind her and she wildly looked around. The figure that had been trailing her before seemed to have disappeared, but she knew the danger was far from over.
As if to prove her suspicions, the figure from before landed directly in front of her with its cloak moving around it as if to shield its face from view so it looked almost like a vulture in the moving shadows. It stood to its full height and turned toward her with its face completely covered in the shadows of its hood, but she recognized the cloak from her icy angel. Her eyes widened as she realized she had been coaxed into a dead end alley to be a victim of this supernatural killer. The figure smiled in the shadow of its cloak at her expression. This is what he lived for.
"I have brought dessert, my brethren," He said, his voice no longer smooth and silky but monstrous. She backed up from him, fearfully, only to bump into something cold and living. She froze as an arm appeared out of the shadows behind her, almost as if it was the shadows itself, and wrapped itself around her neck. Long claw-like nails cut into her skin as the arm caressed her almost seductively. She pushed the arm away from her and ran out of its reach, pulling out her cell phone in the process. The thought to call for help never crossed her mind until now. Before she could dial any number, the cell disappeared out of her grasp. She looked around to see it in the hand of a green monster. It was smiling at her devilishly with its long tongue dangling out of its open mouth, before it tossed the cell to the side of her. She turned just in time to see an even more bulky green monster catch it before letting it fall to the ground and crushed it beneath its two-toed foot.
As her eyes widened at the sight of these monsters, sharp dagger-like claws dug into her skin and she turned to see the other green monster as an undistinguishable blur scratching at her. All she could see of it was green with glimpse of the red-ish orange mask that was tied over its eyes. She screamed, briefly, before her voice was cut off by the other, bulkier, monster with the deeper red mask over its eyes grabbed it and, with a quick movement, bent her so far backwards, she felt her spine snap with a sickening crunch. Her eyes watered from the pain, but somehow, she managed to stay conscious.
"She's immobile now, big brother," The deep red-banded monster said with a deep monstrous voice. She fearfully looked up as the cloaked figure stepped forward and removed its hood to reveal a completely different face from her memory. It was a monster as well with a deep, almost purple-ish, blue mask. As it stepped forward, the shadows behind it converged to reveal a fourth green monster with a deep purple mask around its eyes. She blinked as cloaked monster filled her vision.
"Never trust strangers in New York City," It said, "It may be the last thing you ever do."
"Wha-what are you?" She asked in a shaky voice.
"The last thing you'll ever see in your pitiful existence," It said as it smiled to reveal two very sharp fangs. It bent forward and breathed into her neck, sending chills through her body, before she felt those sharp fangs pierce her skin and her blood became a river to satisfy the blue-masked monster's thirst…
Author's note: Do you get what's going on? Maybe not completely. There's a lot more to this then what you first can assume. That's what's so great about this fic! I plan for it to be scary and it will take some turns you may not expect at first. Hopefully Mikey won't take over this fic like he did with my Halloween story... (Mikey: :P) (V-Mikey: .) (Mikey: meep!)
