Vampire Rider
Vampire Rider
Summary:
Prelude
Stephanie walked home from school, eyes down. It wasn't that bad, just another C- on her paper, one she knew meant no computer, telephone, TV or books for a month. Her mother was strict; her father was deployed at the moment. She sighed and glanced up at the clear blue sky. It seemed a mockery to her mood.
Picking up a random stone off the sidewalk, she proceed to toss it up and down. Tossing a stone or any other object was a clear sign that something was wrong in her life, smashing something against a wall, floor, table or any other stationary object was an extreme sign that wasn't to be ignored.
She kept bouncing the rock, not paying attention as she started to walk across the busy street. She lagged behind and found herself the only one crossing. She ignored it and kept walking, shuffling her feet across the pavement.
The warning blast of the truck was too late as Stephanie turned, and felt the front of the truck hit her full force.
The pain was immense, but she couldn't scream out because of it due to the fact that she could taste her one blood as well as the fact that she couldn't breathe. Her world was growing dark, oh so slowly. She could hear distant voices screaming about one thing or another, things that were growing fainter but the second. Or was it by the minute?
She tried to turn her head, feeling something hard near her chin. She looked. The last thing she saw was the rock she had been bouncing on her hand only a moment or so ago.
Tears, hot and heavy as Alyia cried. She looked at the casket which contained her friend's body, and looked away. Slowly, everyone drifted away and she went up. She sighed as she looked down at Steph's body. She blinked away another tear before she closed her eyes entirely. "Goodbye, Steph," She whispered as she turned to go.
The one thing that she had noticed was that fact that only her mother was present. Her father's absence could be explained due to the fact that he was currently over seas. The rest of her family should have been there as a sign of respect, and yet, they were missing. Her elder sister had no excuse as far as she was concerned. Her aunts and uncles from her mother's side of the family never knew the girl, so that was okay and excusable, but her father's side of the family should have been there.
She shook her head. "Revenge later," She whispered to the empty air. "Planning now." She looked up as someone came up behind her. She couldn't see their face, only the fact that they wore a dark hood. They bowed their head in respect. She looked away, down at Steph's body.
Something warned her as something silver slid from the other person's pocket and a loud bang sounded. Alyia knew a moment of pain and then fell, her head slamming against the casket. She looked up once to see an Asian face, but that was all she could make out before she slid off into a blackness she couldn't escape. Somehow only her sight and hearing was infected. She felt someone pick her up, and then put her on something that moved. Time stopped, and she slid fully into the pain and despair clawing at her insides.
