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Q: How can you tell if a vampire has a cold?
A: If he starts coffin'!
The creepy man in the trench coat had officially been following me for (at least) the last five blocks. After two blocks I had started sweating uncomfortable in the Texan heat. Who the hell wears a trench coat in Texas anyway?! It was the height of summer, 11 o'clock at night it and it still 80 degrees. Oh god, the weirdo was closing in.
I tried to tell my heart to calm down, but I'm the type of person who's generally startled by their own shadow more than once a week. Calm wasn't a word that was used in association with me. And besides- this seemed like an actual threat. Like, no joke, this man was following me!
Luckily I didn't feel the need to start hyperventilating just yet- the streets and sidewalks were pretty crowded. Well, of course they were I was in downtown Dallas on a Saturday night. The presence of all these faceless, nameless pedestrians was a good thing- there was no way the strange, creep-o would try anything on a crowded street right?
I glanced over my shoulder as non-conspicuously as possible and saw he was about only fifteen feet away from me now- he must have decided casually stalking wasn't cutting it for him any more and moved up to a power-walk speed. A shiver ran down my sweaty back. At this distance he appeared to be dark skinned of some kind, but different, not like any skin tone I had ever seen. But then again I couldn't see him that well. The bottom half of his face was obscured by his high collar and he had this mop of what looked like dirty, thickly matted black hair.
I decided I had to get away from him. I just had to put as much space between us. And if it turned out I was just a crazy paranoid then so be it- but better safe than hacked up into tiny pieces in some dingy motel. Much to the displeasure of some drivers, I decided to cross the street right then and there. I turned my head ever so slightly again, fully expecting to feel like a moron, because- c'mon, he wouldn't actually following me on the road, right? I mean, this was all probably just my crazy over active imagination. My eyes found his form again and-
Fucking hell...
The man started crossing the street as well- the dude was actually stalking me. Balls to God- stalking me like a mountain lion.
"Well fuck this shit..." I said under my breath. As I reached the other side of the road I saw a cab had pulled up to the sidewalk, and without skipping a beat I pulled the door open and hopped in, from the street side, back door.
"Excuse me, Ms," a gentle voice said from my right, I turned to see I wasn't the only one to hop into the back of the cab. Sitting in the back seat with me was a young man, probably around 18-19 and hella cute. With big baby blues and short chestnut hair. Full lips that I just wanted to suck on. Damn.
Cute boys. The only thing more terrifying than the trench coat man.
"U-uh, sorry! I d-d-didn't know this cab had stopped for someone...?" My mouth went a bit dry. For all my inner bravado, outwardly I was a wuss. Sure, I liked looking at cute boys as much as the next horny 23 year old but talking to one? Make actual formed sentences flow from my lips and converse with one? Yeah, haha- fat chance of that happening.
"I see, if you require it more-" He didn't get to finish his sentence, because a second after he started talking, my door was ripped open.
I barely had time to turn and look before I saw it was the trench coat man, only... now that he was less than a foot away from me I could see he wasn't a man at all. What I had thought before was dark skin and dark hair, was this odd, black smoke and creepy crawlers all mushed together to give the shape of a man.
A terrified scream worked its way halfway out my throat as the thing grabbed my arm but then bam! Suddenly I was shoved to the opposite side of the cab. In one fluid movement the beautiful boy: had shoved me, pushed the creepy monster away from the door and slammed said cab door shut.
"Drive," he ordered in a voice that left no room for the cabbie took off.
I whipped around to watch out the rear window and saw the smoke man standing in the middle of the road looking out to us. I was so scared he was about to come running after when a pick up truck smashed right into him! He looked as if he shattered into a million pieces, but then the pieces started moving all over the road and I realized all the little creepy crawlers like rats and spider that had given him shape, were scattering out of the traffics way.
"Oh holy hill-" I squeaked out before another shout strangled its way into my throat. My eyes had found the cute boy's, only this time he didn't look so cute. Practically because he now had two very large, very scary fangs protruding from his perfect lips. Huh, my eyes spared his lips a second glance. Yep, even with the fangs they were pretty perfect. I guess the knowledge of him being a vampire didn't affect his attractiveness at all.
But then he vamp speed directly in front of me grabbing both my arms and nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Who are you?" he asked in that same commanding tone.
I was less than a second away from shitting myself and telling him everything from my full name to my social security number, when we both felt it.
The cabbie picked up major speed and a quick glance around showed that we seemed to be in some back alley in some not good part of the city. But the real thing that caught my breath and made me forget a vampire was just gonna rip my throat out was the fact that we were going about 60 quickly approaching 70 miles per hour heading straight for a brick wall at the end of the alleyway.
My eyes shifted from the image of our immediate deaths out the front window to the cabbie himself, and- fuck.
Sitting in the driver's seat was another man-smoke-creature just like the one we had escaped.
The vampire and I were about five seconds away from our very bloody ends.
"Shit fuck- shit!" I shouted and clenched my eyes shut.
Four seconds away from our deaths I realized what terrible last words those were.
Three seconds away from our deaths I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist.
Two seconds away from our death I felt like I was weirdly floating
One second.
Zero.
I heard a smashing sound so terrible that I'm positive it would have rivaled the London Blitz themselves.
And then there was nothing.
Oh sweet Goddess I don't know where this story came from.
I know I have another Godric fic that I just started but this literally came outta nowhere and demanded it be written.
Um- I'm pretty unsure where this is going besides the fact that this OC is adorable and I love her. She doesn't have a name yet though- that should tell you how unplanned this story is. If I get enough feedback saying you'd like to see this story continue then I'll try to work with it. Otherwise this is a weird oneshot.
I think the Antichrist would make a good friend to Godric. Is that weird?
