Prologue.
1 year earlier- V.E.D Headquarters.
Their footsteps closed behind me, I ran faster and faster pushing myself, harder and harder. It didn't work. They grabbed me and pulled me through the hallways. The wide metal door was waiting for me. It slowly creaked open to reveal a tall figure with a syringe. The figure dark chuckled haunted my mind, telling every fibre in my being that I should run. But I couldn't. There was nothing I could do now. I would just have to let the torture take place, and wait. Wait for the next time they let their guard down.
Chapter One.
Present day- Santa Carla.
The sun rudely crept through the gap of the dusty red curtains, and awoke me from my miserable sleep. I finally slept last night, only for my sleep to be invaded with nightmares of my- what I like to call- past life. After running away from V.E.D and my psychopathic dad, I feel like I can start a new life. A life in which I stay hidden away from any suspicious characters.
I had taken refuge in a motel. The paint was peeling off the tobacco stained walls, and the pains of the windows were almost broken. But for now it was all I had to call home.
Who was I kidding? This wasn't home. Home was when my mum was alive. When we would talk for hours about stupid little things, or have arguments about stupid little things. Home was when I didn't know about V.E.D and my dad's involvement in it. I missed it all. But it for now I had escaped it. I planned to live in Santa Carla until other plans were decided. I didn't think that my dad would look for me in the murder capital of the world. He would expect me to go somewhere safe, somewhere familiar. But there was one specific reason I was here. A reason I didn't want to admit out loud, but in the deep assets of my mind I could whisper it. Vampires. That was the reason. Awful I know, but the evil presence of them drew me in. I felt compelled to study their behaviour, but the danger was something I endeavoured to stay out of. As long as I stayed prepared I would be fine.
Walking into the grimy tiled bathroom I wiped the condensation off the mirror. I was in deep thought about everything, and I hoped that tonight I would get more sleep because I looked very much deprived of it. My blue eyes were companied by dark circles and my whole face looked quite pale. I searched through my wash bag and pulled out a small black comb. I ran it through my hair. It was light brown and came just under my ears, the layers where going in all different direction and it took a while to tame it. I waxed it to give it some edge, and got dressed ready to search for a job. I didn't particularly need a job; because I had managed to steal money before I had ran away. Admittedly I had spent half of it on the money for this room, and the rest on new clothes, and other necessities. I checked myself in the mirror. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a black long-sleeved T-shirt, with a Guns 'n' Roses band tee over the top. I thought I looked pretty presentable, I wasn't looking for an important responsibility, I just wanted somewhere to waste time and get paid for it.
Slowly I pulled out a case from underneath the bed. The silver case held the weaponry of my protection. If they were to find me, I would have to fight. I had stolen all I could from the V.E.D, I had a 42inch Butterfly Knife and an array of guns, mainly ranging from shot to hand guns. They were easy to carry and quick to reload. I grabbed a black sleek shot gun and slipped it into my leather messenger bag. Also for cautious measures, I placed a silver crucifix around my neck. It was around the size of my littlest finger, therefore made more of an impact on vampires. As much as my life sucked, I didn't want it sucked out of me. I grabbed the key card and made my way out of the motel's smoky lobby. The motel was placed near the board walk and gave me an easy get away if the night life was getting to heavy. The sun was shining down onto the yet to be lively boardwalk. A few rides were running but other than that it was almost dead. I scoured the shops, which were just opening for the afternoon shoppers and getting ready for the nightlife. One stood out amongst the poorly advertised shops, it was a comic shop. All of the shops were glum looking in the shining rays of the sun. Primarily because their neon signs were switched off and the metal guards had been pulled down. However, this one little comic store looked slightly promising.