Break Away from the World
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Abraham Lincoln:Vampire Hunter and I most certainly don't own Abraham Lincoln. Rebecca is mine however.
Chapter 1
Rebecca sighs and furtively glances around. Why didn't she realise she ran out of smokes sooner?
Great I feel like I'm in the first 5 mins of a horror flick. she thinks anxiously. And this probably wasn't the best time to go out.
For the past month a serial killer had been picking off victims late at night and leaving the body miles from where they were taken completely drained of blood, necks torn open. On display for everyone to see.
The bits of news that she caught about the kills were playing in her mind as she realised that she still had two blocks before she was safe in her apartment.
Suddenly she heard something bump into a trash can behind her.
Don't look back. she thought it's probably just a cat. Cause what dumb serial killer knocks into a garbage can before attacking.
Not hearing anymore movement behind her she keeps walking, coming to a block away from safety.
Almost home she thinks, just a bit...
She never gets to finish her thought as she is jerked into the alley she was pasting. Her breath is knocked from her and she sees stars when she collides with the alley wall. The attacker doesn't give her time to catch her breath before his mouth is at her neck. The pain consumes her and she can't even find the strength to fight back. She can feel her life draining away into the beast taking it from her.
Suddenly she's falling, her assailant no longer pinning her to the wall keeping her upright. Dimly she is aware of the sounds of scuffling, the wet squish-thump of something hitting the ground and then nothing. Someone is then beside her and turning her over. She feels strong hands at the wound on her neck, trying to vain to stop the flow.
"Henry she's dying. Do something."
"There is nothing I can do my friend. You said yourself she's dying. I don't think you would approve of the only other alternative."
What were they talking about? Why weren't they doing something? The dark figures around her start to blur.
"Please…" she croaks softly "don't wanna die"
"Henry!"
The dark shaped close around her and she feels something warm, sweet, and vaguely metallic in her mouth. The last thing she is aware of before she slides into unconsciousness is reaching up the source of the sweetness closer.