The evening weather made the area seem more luminous as the last bit of rain fell from the sky. In the distance the sky flashed as the lightening danced in between the clouds followed by the loud claps of thunder as if the gods were bowling or having a celebration. Bonnie ran frantically down the slick empty streets with fear and adrenaline humming through her body. Unable to find shelter as the rain fell down moments before left her in wet clothes, drenched hair and cold to the bone. She longed to be inside a warm house, under a blanket as she read seemed like a silly request under the circumstances. That never stopped herself from promising it would happen.
Taking one final look back at the empty street she stopped, and inhaled the warm muggy air. Wishing the night would end, she knew the course of action taken was against the rules, what should have been a simple walk away from the problem turned into something darker. Convincing herself that what she had done was necessary for her own survival, others however, saw it another way. She was a murderer, the moment the make shift stake hit his chest, that was game over. Breaking out of her thoughts she heard a quiet laughter from one corner, and a growl from another, it seemed like every corner of the small street was taken by horrid sounds.
Running once again, while looking for a place to hide Bonnie pumped her arms from side to side. Taking every corner that came by, eventually leading her to a poorly lit street. Slowing to a jog to briefly survey the new street, rows of buildings made Bonnie feel the size of a mouse as everything towered over showing their true age. The broken windows, boarded up doors, and the buildings so closely built together left little space to breathe.
"Shit" she whispered through clenched teeth.
The loud thump of her heart pounded against her chest, she needed to stop if not the chance of passing out in the dark damp street was inevitable. Pushing forward down the street not listening to the aches and pains along the way, stubbornness ran through the family. With heavy footsteps clashing against the pavement, occasionally jumping to avoid the puddles that lay across the ground like small pools. With every missed puddle she glanced back to see if the group was still hot on her heels, and just as every glance back it appeared empty, just the street, abandoned buildings and the sounds echoing of her own feet against the ground.
Finally reaching the next street Bonnie looked up at the street signs causing yet again another curse "Perfect...Queen Street, just what I need..."
Only the homeless and drug addicts ventured this far down Queen's street. The pain now surging caused her legs to tingle, and her heart hit against her chest, unable to go any further she stopped. Placing both hands firmly against her hips she sucked in the cool night air that plunged down her throat causing rapid coughing successions. After what seemed like minutes of failed attempts of trying to regain her breath the sound of rustling brought her to attention. The sound of a muffled screams traveled down the dark street, uneasiness hit the pit of her stomach "Please let it just be a homeless drug addict." She breathlessly hoped.
Another wretched scream travelled across, this time clear as day "HELP! OH God HELP me!" Silence soon followed.
Feeling the blood drain from her body, this was not the time to be standing in the middle of the street, Bonnie was next and she knew it.
Taking another deep inhale she ran, arms pumping again at full swing. Looking back and forth frantically she tried to find a place to hide.
Another howl rang through Bonnie's ears "VAMPIRE! HELP ME! NO, GO AWAY...HELP!" The woman had no chance, as the last word settled in.
Not wanting to end up dead like the foolish person before, Bonnie ran turning at every corner not taking the risk. Visions of tomorrow's paper ran through her mind. She could see the headline's "Queen's street Massacre" With a picture in the paper having Joe Nobody question what could a girl of 25 years of age could be doing in such a horrible area of town.
Finally hitting a set of lights, she surveyed the area to spot any cars that may be passing by. Sighing to herself, just another dark street beckoned to be taken. Turning left, still unable to locate a safe spot, Bonnie focused on the street ahead scanning the area for any alley, or pathway. Feeling as though the feet below her were attached to bricks, hitting the puddles was not a concern, finding a place to hide was the major priority. Sounds of breaking bottles, and harsh laughs travelled down the street. It seemed impossible to find a place to hide, even a car to hide underneath would do. Something was off it felt as though thousands of eyes were carefully watching her.
Looking over her shoulder to see if the suspicions were right three figures stood on the opposite side of the road, all different types of build, from petite which must have been a female, to two others both built as though they were football players. The shadows hid any physical features as they stalked towards Bonnie. Without a moment of hesitation she ran as fast and quiet as possible. Finally hitting the beginning of the long pathway. "It's perfect" she thought to herself as she placed her hand on the corner of the building. Looking over at the street again to see if the same figures were there, darkness blanketed the street, the once group now gone. Convinced that it was just a mirage she rest her head against the cool wall, causing the long brown hair to cascade over her face as she sucked in the night's air. Lifting her head then moving the hair with delicate fingers, she sighed.
The night sky finally clear and the stars bright as if the storm from before never rattled the streets - how she envied the stars at this moment.
Standing against the brick wall, Bonnie began softly sobbing; she wished this were all a nightmare. The sounds of kicked over trashcans, and laughs shook her out of her saddened state, "this is no time to feel sorry for yourself" Bonnie said shaking her head while pushing away the hair over her shoulder. Glancing yet again over at the street stood the same three figures. Squinting slightly trying to see if she could make get a better looks at the three blurred figures that began walking down the abandoned street. One had a delicate figure which must have been a female, the other two were built like football players wide shouldered, well over 6'5. Both looked like monsters as she stared. Convincing herself that where she stood was a bad idea Bonnie frantically looked towards the opening. Placing a hand onto the cool wall she quietly but quickly began her trek down the pathway. This felt like something from a horror movie. But, instead of being able to close her eyes and everything would disappear. She was living the real deal.