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Alan drove down the highway at full speed on his motorcycle. He and Edgar had closed the store maybe ten minutes ago, but he couldn't wait to get home. It had been an exhausting week. Every dumbass that lived in Santa Carla had been walking through the doors of their store, and though Alan wanted to kill them all, he hadn't. Alan turned a few corners, losing control only once or twice. He knew he would be home soon. He glanced at some of the bars and clubs that he passed. Girls flirted with the nearest, buffest guys while the men looked for the easiest, bustiest girl. Alan decided he should start looking at the road again, but his bike suddenly stopped. Alan flew off falling into the ground. The bits of ice still left on the road tore into his back. He grunted as he lifted himself up to look at what had happened.
A girl was standing a few feet away, holding his bike. He immediately knew she wasn't human. He felt her eyes piercing through his skin. She had a small tan top, blending in with her tan skin. Most vampires had pale skin, but not her. She had baggy camouflage pants that stopped a little below her knees. He could see that she had been through quite a few fights. She had dirt on her clothes and a few tears. Her dirty blonde hair was cut in a mini Mohawk shape, light makeup smeared on her eyes. She looked like she had a mission. Why her mission was to kill Alan, he really didn't know nor did he car. He pulled out a cross from his pocket. It had sharpened ends for when he was ready to stake and destroy a creature of the night.
The girl grabbed the bike and yelled as she chucked it at Alan. He ducked on the ground and watched it fly into a poll. My baby! He felt his heart smash into pieces. He loved his bike. He turned back and got up, ready to fight. The girl laughed mockingly as she got ready to charge him, but Alan wasn't intimidated by anyone or anything. Especially a vampire. Vampires were in a category of their own on Alan's hatred list. Every other monster in the world, Alan had some small form of mercy for except vampires. There was something worthless and sinister about them. Alan clearly had gotten distracted by his thoughts; the next thing he saw was the vampire running towards him. He jumped out of the way and grabbed her shoulder, throwing her on the ground. This would be easy. Alan stood over her, but before he made a move, she rolled out of the way and kicked his leg. Alan stumbled, but stayed standing. She couldn't knock him down.
The vampire jumped on him, clawing at him. Her nails dug and tore the skin on Alan's neck. He tried to grab her flailing arms, but it was useless. She made a large cut from his eyebrow to his cheek. He felt blood pouring down his face, but he continued struggling to push her away. Alan still had questions running through his mind even though he was being attacked. Why hadn't she gone for his neck yet? Why was she just clawing him? Did she want to kill, or just beat the shit out of him? He smacked her in the side of the head, knocking her off. She held her head and stumbled back, jumping on Alan's back only a second later. Alan struggled to breathe as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was so close to saying a final goodbye and staking her, but the more and more she fought, the farther away that ending seemed. He backed her up into a wall. He heard her grunt, but she didn't loosen her grip around his neck. He felt himself fall to his knees, choking. He managed to spit, "Bitch," as he clawed at her arms. He glanced at his stake. How had it gotten away from him? He gasped for air. Everything around him became blurry and felt his eyes get heavy. His last thought was about Edgar. What would he do if he found out Alan had been killed by a creature of the night? Then everything went black.