"A Shot with a Vampire"
A pale man sits at the end of a bar counter ordering two drinks, he seemed flustered like he had just gotten over a heartbreaking thought. The bell rings as another person walks in, the other man makes his way over to his pale companion and sits next to him on a bar stool. The man who we will call Mr. Gray downs his two shots with a rather disgusted expression. He was wearing a black trench coat and his black hair was slicked back over head revealing a pointed widows peak. "I never did like the taste." Gray says putting the second shot glass down looking over to this new comer.
"Wow you look like you came out of Nazi Germany, vampire too. What a combination." The man says sarcastically.
"Enough… that is enough." Gray musters through his teeth. Time passes and they drink in silence then finally the other man speaks.
"I owe you an apology, the Nazi vampire line was wrong." The other man says with honest sincerity in his expression.
"No… I lost my family to the Nazi's." Gray explains looking ahead of him at the wall which hosted various sorts of hard liquor.
"You're German?"
"Yes, though I double crossed my roots in the Second World War." Gray says to be clear. "But that was a long time ago, when the Nazi's took everything we had and I decided my family would not be lead like sheep to be slaughtered. So we fled, through the sewers, and into the forest." A family of three dashes out of a tunnel and into a thick maze of trees, yelling is heard and gunshots zing off the sides of the trees.
"But it was the middle of winter. We escaped the soldiers… but not the cold. When he found us my wife and daughter were dead and I was close to following them. He gave me life and a reason to exist."
A dark shrouded figure approaches a man huddling two dead bodies covered in snow. The sobbing of the man is heard for a short distance and the chatter of his teeth resounds off the nearby trees. The figure leans down to the man near his ear. "You want to die with you child and wife, or live and take revenge?" He asks leaning down and sinking his teeth into the mans neck.
"I found them in a bar, drinking… MY DAUGHTERS BODY WAS FROZEN TO THE GROUND! … and they were singing…"
A half frozen man walks into the doorway of a pub the white light showing around him and sending his shadow long down into the place. He saunters over to a group of Nazi soldiers. When they see him they begin to push him around and yell at the man pulling out their guns and putting them to his head. "You piece of shit! You traitorous Jewish loving piece of shit!" They shout. The mans head flicks upward and a snarl is emitted as he tosses the table between them away to the side grabbing the nearest soldier by his skull and digs his fingers into the soldiers temples blood leaking down his head. Dropping the body the other soldiers now backed against the wall fire their six shot guns at the man, he takes the shots, stumbling only a little, and once all clips are emptied he slowly looks up with a growl he dashes at the men…
"It started as revenge, but when I tasted human blood everything else was forgotten, the blood lust took control, and it was that moment that I realized what was inside me, what I had become." Gray says finishing his story.
"What's it like?" The man asks.
"What?"
"Biting into a humans flesh and finding the blood, is it like getting high?"
"It's a place you never want to visit." Gray says putting on his hat and walking away from the bar and out the door the bell resounding in the now alone mans ears.
