Thanks to beta Serialkiller24 for making my idea flow
i own nothing other then my OC iam just having fun with CH AB world
please review as this is my frist fanfic i would loved to know what you all think and were you might see things going
I'm not an overly dramatic girl, hell I'm normally pretty calm, but when the carpet of reality gets yanked out from under you how are you to tell the tale and not get your ass locked the hell up?
My reality of the world has just come to include vampires. And not the overtly emo ones who somehow can say one sentence and have your panties dripping with excitement. No, mine rip out jugglers and tare limbs from bodies and revel in the red haze of blood lust with brutal glee filled satisfied laughter.
Now the normal response to a situation like that is to run screaming right? That's, what I assume, a normal girl would do. Well normal has never been a part of my world, let alone my vocabulary. Nope, not me. I'm a sick bitch to the point that when I hear flesh tearing and bone crunching and statements like:
"Your pleas will only make me sever your arm and beat you more you pathetic blood bag." I hear this and I park my ass on the trunk of the car I have commandeered as a bedroom and watch it all happen. Sitting with my legs Indian style, a smoke in hand watching like it's a spectator sport.
I was gearing to pack up and relocate myself a few blocks over, as is my general habit. I've been pushing my luck lately by staying in one place for too long. I tend to stay in the areas close to the parks. Plenty of easy pickings, from the over indulged Manhattan snobs; the local garage with no security or the really lazy fat fucker had made me a little reluctant to move on. But you stay in one spot too long and even the bizzy bodies start paying close attention; even in a place like New York.
As I was packing up this whole mind fuck of a show started. At first I stayed crouched in the back seat of my caddie but that line about beating the guy with his own arm well when are you ever gonna see something like that in a lifetime? I climbed out and jumped on the trunk figuring I was gonna see a good scrap right? No, just a good old man slaughter.
A very large blond haired man dressed in black followed through with his statement just as I lit my cigarette. I watched him tear off the right arm and proceed to beat a screaming man who was pouring blood out of the ripped shoulder socket. I am pretty sure the guy died after the first swing though. Mainly because, I'm almost positive, I heard his skull shatter.
Fortunately the show didn't stop there. The big guy was so into it that he just kept beating the already dead body with the appendage while laughing and growling. Next thing I know he picks up the beaten remains and tears his head to the side and all I hear is a sickening crunch and snip sound. He was sucking him dry, even though most of his blood was poring out of him onto the ground.
With all the slurping sounds this seems like the perfect time for that flight instinct to kick in, right? This is were I should be real quite and get the fuck out. Not me, instead I decide to get the guys attention.
"Hey! Didn't your mom ever tell ya it's rude to slurp your food?"
I blinked and he was in front of me. Having completely disregarded his prior meal he set his sites on me. Blood dripping down his face with a few drops in his hair. For some odd reason I think I was turned on by all of this. I blew the smoke I had just inhaled out and asked "There's no way in hell a normal person could do what you just did. So what does that make you? "
