Notes: Seen Blood The Last Vampire before? This fic is very loosely based on it. Although some details are about the same, I have taken the liberty to change the timeline, the characters and even the plot. The story takes place in our time unlike the animation, and it takes place in a nameless part of America. Hope you enjoy.
Prologue
The air was soaked in the metallic tinge of blood. He could smell it.
The night was eerily dark. The light from the lamppost was just adequate to navigate about the sleazy street. Paint was splashed on the graffiti-filled walls, the colors in shades of orangey-grey. The words and graphics were angry and vulgar, the young rebels of the town. The concrete path was slightly wet, occasionally, puddles of water fill up the dents on the ground. It was hard to tell the color of it. He turned into the first alley on the way down.
The sense was the strongest here but stagnant. It was the first kill of the night. The body laid unnaturally in the corner of the alley. Its legs were bent at the knees, pressed down by its thighs; its arms were twisted seemingly painful behind its own body. The body was lying face up, face marred by fear beyond recognition. He bowed slightly to the body and walked out of the alley, down the slope of the street.
He was losing time with that small distraction at the alley. He would lose its trail soon if he did not speed up. He broke into a run. He would be damned if he lose it this time round. He never failed a mission before and this was not going to be a first. He admitted last night was a flop but if it makes another kill this night, he would fail.
He caught a whiff of it, it was faint but persistent, a sure sign of its presence. He stopped in his tracks, turning towards the direction it was coming from, a residential building. A damn brick garden full of its living preys. He walked up the steps cautiously, weapon secured in his hand. A passenger lift was closing its doors. He forced his way in throwing his body onto the lift door. It opened and he stalked into the lift. The young lady looked at him and smiled. He glared back. There were three people in the lift, including him.
The young lady had dark blonde hair, tied up in a ponytail. She had on a plain white knee length dress and a brown button jacket worn unbuttoned over it. The other passenger was a slightly elder woman, glasses worn slightly off, resting on the bridge of her nose, she had on a bright floral print dress, a shawl draped on both of her shoulders. She held an umbrella in her right hand and looked up on the level indicator. The lift moved up.
He drew his weapon closer to him. Any moment soon...
The lift shook a little. And the elder lady screamed. The young lady went forward to hold the woman up. Then, the lights went out.
Now! He drew out the sword from its sheath, a case grey in color, of the same width as the handle of the blade, and forced it into the stomach of the elder woman with one hand. Blood spurted out of the big wound as she screamed in pain and shuddered violently in the dark.
Its form was evolving back. Mission accomplished.
The lift lit up again as the lift door opened. The young woman looked at the blood in front of her and was about to shriek when he covered her mouth with his clean hand. The woman turned her face upwards, looking with fear-filled eyes at him.
"I am not going to hurt you." He said as he dragged her out of the lift, "You don't scream when I let go."
He removed his hands from the woman who had nodded her head in response.
"You...you killed her! Why? Why!" She sobbed out as soon as the hand was off. She was near tears. He was surprised she feared him no more.
"She's not one of you." He pointed towards the contorting body in the lift. It was not in the form of human anymore. A hideous monster was in its place.
The floral dress, shawl and glasses were gone. A sickly green colored skin covered the body resembling a slightly deformed human body. The body was bony but with a huge tummy, its arms and legs were long, webby fingers and toes sprawled open on the floor of the lift, its claw glint dangerously in the indoor lights. Blood was smeared on the walls and floor of the lift. She did not dare to look at the creature in the face.
But she forced herself anyway. A peek between the fingers, she sneaked a look at the face. She tried to scream but a hand muffled her screaming.
"I told you not to scream, didn't I?" She struggled against him as he held onto her.
The face, it would be etched in her mind forever. The head was nearly bald with some hair growing out in the center of the greenish brown scalp. Its scaly, translucent eyelids covered its bulging eyes; there was no nose but only two holes where human nostrils should be. Its lips were thin and its teeth were slightly protruding. Thick saliva dripped steadily out of its mouth as it struggled to breathe. The skin was stretched on the bones of its face, making the overall look of it, worse than a monster out of a horror flick.
And then she fainted in his arms.
"Shit." He cursed as he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman carry and stalked down the stairs.