"You'llneedthis."The voice said. It was drifting away slowly. She tried to run after it but she couldn't will her legs to move. She was stuck, Defenseless on the ground.
Her eyes snapped open. She didn't move, but she felt the world around her. A slight breeze was coming from where her head was, and the sky above her was lightening slowly. It was cold, but still she felt rather comfortable. It was an odd feeling ans she realized she should probably be cold. There were walls around her, gray walls made of brick stretching up a few feet in the air. A word surfaced in her mind: Alley. The ground was hard a rough, she could feel little pebbles sticking into her back but that didn't matter. It didn't bother her. She turned her head slightly to look to her left. A green dumpster sat there tiny little creatures were moving below it. Mice maybe? They seemed more aware of her than she was of them. They'd been aware for some time?
She reached out with her hearing, there was a loud noise coming from the entrance of this…Alley. Yes! This was an alley. Why was she in an alley? This puzzled her and since she felt completely comfortable, she continued to listen. The mice below the dumpster dared a squeak.
She sat up to find she was stiff all over like she had been thrown to the ground. She felt like she should be bruised but she knew she wasn't. Her body showed no signs of damage. She didn't ask why she wouldn't be bruised. It didn't matter.
Her eyes scanned the rest of the ally for any sign of danger. She found her vision danced from one point to another and fighting back the urge to look at everything at once. Everything was so… Vibrant. She paused when she found no apparent danger, and turned her attention back to herself. Her hands were supporting her mostly but one felt a bit too heavy. She brought her left hand up in front of her face. A ring was on her ring finger of this hand.
"You'llneedthis"
She pulled back startled. That was all she could remember. She touched the ring lightly with her other hand and brushed the dirt of its surface. It had a greenish sheen to it. She was confused. She had no idea where she was, why she was dumped here or even what her name was. Her memory was darkness and confusion.
She stood up, to what she thought should have been shaky, but surprisingly wasn't. She was totally in control of her body, something that felt odd somehow. She had no shoes to speak of. Her shoes or what were left of them were falling apart. They had been a pair of flip flops by the looks of it so she hooked them off and tossed them into the dumpster to her left with ease. She brushed more dirt off her skirt which probably was black once, but now was a dirty black – gray, and slowly carefully walked toward the sound of laughter, and talking, but only when she had figured that she had removed a sufficient amount of dirt. She kept near the wall in case she needed to hide. She felt as if she showed herself she might get killed. That thought had to be irrational, but it still stuck with her. She was edging near the edge of the wall when she jumped back as two girls walked by looking half drunk. They stumbled over each other, their arms interlocked together. One of the girls fell into a puddle and began to laugh uncontrollably as the other two helped her out. They looked, Fragile. Why did they looks so breakable?
She ignored them turning to the sound of a beat. "A pub or a rave." She thought. She approached curiously keeping herself mainly in the shadows. A large hulky man stood at the front of a line of people. He was wearing all black except his tie with was a bright red. A blood red. For some reason this colour intrigued her. Red, the colour of blood. That beautiful rich colour.
"This was a party." She said to herself quietly. She walked curiously toward the man.
"Stand back!" he yelled to a few people as they tried to rush him to get though to the party. He turned to look at her.
"Wadd'you want girly?" He paused looking for a response. "You got a ticket?" he asked softer now looking concerned.
A ticket? For what? She shook her head in response.
"I'll call you a taxi; tell him to take you to the hospital." He said and she looked at him surprised, and then looked down. The clothing she was wearing was ripped and torn; to him she may have looked like she was attacked.
She backed up quickly trying to keep the fear from her face and she turned around and ran. She didn't know why but the hospital was a bad idea, but it just felt wrong. Something would happen if she was sent there, something bad. She continued to run, not at full power, but fast enough to detour any followers.
The colour of red. It popped out at her all over the place. It was in the signs as she moved past, and most of all in the people. As she started to slow she felt an odd ache in her throat, and realized she was thirsty, (or was it hungry?) and had been for some time, but had tried to ignore it. She shook her head and then collided into a man who was standing on the side walk. He steadied her checking for something, maybe checking if she was drunk?
"Hey baby." He said holding her near to him. "Your cold." He said smiling down at her in an odd way.
She looked up at him. She didn't move, or run or scream and he looked a little bemused. She felt odd around him. He wasn't bad to look at but he didn't… feel right.
"Let me take you home baby." He said swinging his hand back, and suddenly the world around her went black.
"Lil' Weakling. She'll be some fun eh"
…
She awoke to feel herself being carried.
"Come on in baby." She heard him mutter as he opened a door with his foot. She knew it was hit foot by the way he shifted and how the collision between door and body had sounded. He carried her, to what felt like a set of stairs and up.
She was thrown onto something soft and her clothes were torn off. A swift movement she couldn't really understand. She was very thirsty now. Her throat was burning for liquid. She opened her eyes and she sat up quickly on the bed and looked around dazed. She felt weaker, and tired.
A few minutes passed and the need for liquid just increased. She'd felt no need to move, or run. Why that would waste energy and she was beginning to become light headed.
"Oh, Baby's woken up." The man said walking out of a small room wearing only a pair of boxers. She looked down at her self to see she was wearing only underwear. A bra and panties. Now she was feeling defiantly odd, her throat was terribly hot and dry, but the rest of her body was cold and achy. Worst of all her mind wasn't dizzy but in an odd way, fixated. Fixated on this man.
"Why didn't baby run?" he said walking toward the bed. She edged farther back until she was touching the bed frame.
"Why didn't baby hide?" he said in a taunting way and he got up on the bed on his knees. He edged farther forward. Before he had just smelt like cologne, but now he smelt appetizing, mouth-watering even.
He put his hand out and brushed her hair off her cheek, and then pulled her forward a hand on her back pushing her into him.
"Baby needs to get warm." He said moving his hand up to her neck and his other hand down onto her butt.
He pulled her in closer and pushed his pelvis against hers. He clamped his mouth down onto hers and began to pull her down onto the bed. He pushed her down and he began to try to unclamp her bra. She pulled her mouth away from his and brought her mouth down to his throat. He began to kiss the base of her neck and she sniffed lightly at his. He smelt delicious, like a perfect meal. She bit him feeling the liquid rush between her lips. He didn't pull back, He didn't try to. Instead her seemed amused and began to nibble at her neck, and began to thrust, still partially clothed.
"Oooo, Baby's hungry, careful baby!" he said sounding a little in discomfort, but she didn't care. This liquid, his blood, tasted amazing it caused the pain in her throat to ease and almost disappear. She sucked harder drawing as much blood out as she could. She let go and pulled her head back. There was more blood in there to be had, but how to get at it? He was staring at her face in terror now. He was pulling back, and defiantly no longer…safe. She smiled and pulled her head back to ready and then struck at his neck ripping his throat out as he let out a scream of pain that changed into a gurgle and his blood poured out and she drank from him mercilessly.
His body stopped moving and the blood stopped flowing to her disgust. She wanted more, and she felt like she needed more. Her clothing was blood soaked as was the king sized bed she devoured him on. She simply tossed her undies on top of him and began to search the home for clothes.
A little while later she had come across a small dresser filled with women's clothing. She pulled through the layer until she found something suitable. She settled on a black tank-top with a pair of blue shorts which were just a little too big. She eyed herself in the mirror. She couldn't remember anything but this person looking back at her. Her reflection was Mystifying. This beautiful…monster staring back at her with perfect black hair reaching down to her back and the crystal brown eyes scared her even more because she couldn't remember what she looked like before this creature took her place. Maybe, this had always been her. She walked closer to the mirror and touched her reflection. She felt like this was familiar, or at least should be. The glass was smooth to touch. She started to wonder what would happen if she smashed it, what would happen to the mirror, and more importantly her hand? She pulled her hand back making a fist ready to strike when she heard a car pull up to the front of the house. A door to the car opened and she knew she needed to leave. She ran to the window and jumped out of it into the tall pine just outside. She found that she could easily aim for things and hit them dead on. As long as the things she was trying to do were physical she found no problem in trying them.
"Alex?" a woman's voice called from the first floor. "Are you up there?"
She pulled herself away from the window and down to the ground in one bound. About fourteen feet down, an easy drop. The movement felt natural but odd none the less.
She looked back up at the open window just a scream came from the second floor followed by the woman's frantic voice. She was trying to get him to wake up, or to get up. That woman could be her snack too. She could smell the difference in blood, but… No she shouldn't.
She peeled her vision away from the window and onto the heavily forested hills. She ran into the forest as far and as fast as she could. Trees whizzed past her and she didn't stop. Not for anything. When she began to slow the sky was getting darker, night was coming and she felt oddly tired. Her mind was a blur from what had just happened, what had just been done. She looked around for somewhere safe to stay, whatever safe was for her now.
An old farmhouse stood to the east of her. She was at the edge of the forest she had just been running through. She had only run for a few minutes but it felt longer. The new blood was coursing through her body, but her body still felt weak. She needed to rest, and it didn't matter what stood in her way. She walked to the farmhouse and stood in front of it for a few minutes. The poor old house had been neglected for some time. The deck was rotting through and some plants were growing out from the inside. She stepped up on the deck to have it creak and complain under her weight. As she stepped off it the deck crumbled away from where she had been. She jumped away and opened the door stepping inside, by the look of the old house nobody had lived here for quite along time, and yet there was still a usable bed. She made her way over to it and touched the blankets lightly. Dust had settled on it making beautiful patterns. She lay down and closed her eyes and slowly descended into darkness.