RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE
Also, this was based on a really weird game of TOS that I played.
Weaved among the shadows of the night, a figure paces the alleyway, seemingly with no purpose as they become one with the shadows. As the author, I would tell you their name, but honestly… Not even I know.
Nobody knows.
Not even himself.
The amnesiac man groans as the throbbing, burning pain in his head resurfaced, a headache excruciating enough for him to collapse to his knees.
It was the full moon, but the light could only reach so far over the rooftops so he was fully hidden. His blue eyes looked darker than they really were under the shadows, making him look more secretive. His hair was brunet and was severely messy, it had once been smooth, but now he looked like he got caught in a storm. A beard crept up his chin, making him seem mature. A pale blue hospital gown was draped over his shoulders, covering a black tie over a brown shirt.
in the distance, came a howl, sending shivers up his spine as he froze up. Sure, he lost his memory, but that doesn't mean he lost his intelligence.
That howl was definitely a werewolf. He heard the sound of wood splitting as a scream was heard in the house to his right. His natural instinct kicked in as he bolted hell for leather in the opposite direction, nearing a clearing.
When he ran into the clearing, he was faced with a street of 16 houses all lined up in a circle.
Big mistake.
As soon as that werewolf finishes his meal he'll be next.
A deep growl in his ear indicated that the werewolf was done, and that he had limited time before he was turned into his next meal.
Taking this chance, he bolted towards the woods behind the row of houses opposite him.
The werewolf was behind him, racing towards the man with a growl so grotesque that the amnesiac only ran faster. they raced into the alleyway between houses, and the an open field.
He then saw the bushes indicating the forest up ahead, and didn't slow down.
Not even as he dove head first into the bush, not even caring about the damage.
He rolled over a full 720 and waited for the indication that the werewolf was gone.
A deep growl of frustration told the amnesiac that it was unable to see him before hearing leaves crunching away from him, and when they faded out, he decided to make a run for it.
After a few seconds of his heart pounding in his ears, he heard a rapid crunch of leaves coming for him. He felt his thumping heart reach to his throat as he kept on running, on the verge of tears.
When he came up to a house, he banged on the front door, yelling for someone to help him.
Unexpectedly, the door bursted open, making the man fall into the house, head first and letting out an "Oof!"
A loud bang echoed in his ears, and he looked up to see another man holding the door closed, like he was preventing something from entering.
Only then did he realise that there was howls and scratching on the door.
After a few minutes, the scratching stopped.
Moments of silence passed.
"He's gone." The man said, turning over to the amnesiac. "You alright?"
'Y-Yeah… I'm fine…'
"I haven't seen you here before… Are you new to the town?"
'Huh? Well…' The man began. 'Y-Yeah! I… am…' He wasn't 100% sure though…
"Okay then…? You have a house yet?
'No...'
"Yeah. So, since you're new here and you don't have a place to stay… I have a spare room here that belonged to my mother, who's now passed on."
'Okay then… Thanks I guess?'
"No problem."
Although it was too dark to see who his saviour was, the man stuck out a hand and lifted him off the floor. He was just a black silhouette in the dark.
"It's pretty dark for you to see, hang on, I'll get a candle." The man turned around the corner, And a few seconds later, a warm light surfaced from around the corner.
The man walked towards him, candle in hand.
The Amnesiac realised that the man was insanely tall, around 6 foot 4, and was wearing a black suit that contrasted his warm ginger hair.
"Grant. Jonas Grant." Jonas said, sticking out his hand.
The Amnesiac smiled as he shook his hand, grateful that Jonas had saved his life.
'Um… Mr. Grant-'
"Oh, you don't have to be so polite! Just Jonas is fine."
'R-Right, Jonas, thanks.'
Later that night, the Amnesiac's head didn't even touch his pillow before he fell asleep. Honestly, all that was way too tiring.
Meanwhile, in the shadows, Jonas smirked. He had gained the trust of another one of his victim-to-be's.
That Werewolf has started to get on his nerves. Honestly, he would've eaten his dinner if it weren't for the him.
Although he didn't look like it, Jonas was a vampire.
The floorboards did little to give away his position as he crept nearer and nearer to his late mother's room. He had killed her. But of course, who would believe that? Who would believe that the charming and kind redhead had killed his very own mother, the woman who raised him? Nobody could guess.
And tonight he was hungry. He was planning to go out and creep into another person's house, but then this man had walked straight into his fangs.
He crept closer to the sleeping man, fangs revealing themselves and bloodlust filling Jonas' eyes.
But then…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The amnesiac stirred, turning around as he was disturbed by the noise.
Jonas swore under his breath before creeping out again and going to the door. Who was visiting him at this hour?
The moment he opened the door, a sharp object was flung at his face. Jonas barely had time to react before feeling a sharp pain and a warm liquid on his cheek. He licked it.
Blood.
When he looked up at who it was, he only saw a blur of colour before the next thing he knew he was being pinned to the ground.
Before long, he smelt a foul odour that made his nose wrinkle in disgust.
Garlic.
Jonas screamed before the person who attacked him stuffed his mouth with a piece of cloth.
"I knew it…" The attacker snarled. "I fucking knew it. You're a vampire."
The thing about being a vampire is that you're a child of the night, meaning that you can see in the dark. So Jonas got a good look at his attacker.
Another thing about being a vampire, the sun harms you, meaning that you can't really socialise during the day. Meaning that he had no idea who his attacker was. But he could see that he probably hasn't shaved in a couple days, having a minor beard and moustache. His hair matched the darkness the vampire hunted his prey in, messy and unkempt, and his eyes were the colour of grass. But apparently the grass was burning since there was a fiery hatred in his eyes and a scowl across his face.
"Heh… Well, I pray that you won't breathe a single breath without being reminded of all the breaths you've taken away."
Before he could react, Jonas got staked.
"And how dare you… HOW DARE YOU- Oh wait, you're dead. You can't hear me. Okay. Sweet dreams. I hope you burn in hell."
And without another word, the attacker turned around and walked back to his house. He wasn't a vampire hunter, of course, but it was always good to be prepared if you're gonna visit someone in the middle of the night. Who knows, they might be a vampire.
The attacker mumbled something under his breath.
"Nobody should dare ever again…"