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As Noah finished cleaning the last few glasses, he heard the band members start to pick up their instruments and leave the bar. He polished the last glass and slightly squatted down to set it on a shelf under the bar table. When he stood back up, he came face to face with his boss. Noah leaned against the bar counter, ready for the unnecessarily long conversation he was about to have.
His boss sat down on one of the bar stools and opened his mouth to speak, "Sorry to keep you so late," his Southern-American accent twanged, "I didn't think we'd get so much business tonight. If you want to stay the night in my apartment upstairs for the night, you can. I know you usually walk home, but I just couldn't risk closing early."
"I'll be fine," Noah answered shortly and reached to grab his phone and wallet, "besides I doubt the werewolves or whatever else is out there will take an interest in me."
"Hey, it ain't wise to joke about that supernatural stuff. There are more out there than we realize. With all these recent attacks and such, I wouldn't be walking around all high and mighty this late at night," he responded, standing up from the stool. Noah headed towards the entrance, deciding he didn't want to reply to his boss' worries.
As he went to open the door, he heard, "You sure you want to go out there? I can't risk losing a worker right now. At least let me catch you a taxi."
"I'll be fine," Noah repeated with more emphasis. Once his head was facing the door, he rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Well, alright. You know where I'll be when a werewolf starts chasing you about."
"Whatever you say," Noah replied as used his shoulder to push the door open.
As he walked out to the dark streets of outer Toronto, a cool wind breezed across Noah's skin. He shut the door behind him and started to walk towards his apartment.
He wasn't usually one for walking, or, admittedly, any exercise in general. However, he didn't feel like dealing with taxi drivers. Also, though he didn't like to admit it, he was low on money. Riding in a taxi wasn't worth it when he could just walk two blocks.
He passed by the same brick wall buildings like he usually did. They were all the same: abandoned, old, and looked as if they were about to crumble in any minute. With help from the dim streetlights and wet sidewalk, the area looked like a scene from an old detective movie.
However, despite appearances, Noah didn't mind living in this part of town. No one really bothered him, and it wasn't as loud as the bustling streets of inner-Toronto. Of course, if the world was perfect in all aspects, he would live in the nicer areas of the city like Forest Hill. Unfortunately, Noah wasn't as close as he'd like to be in making his big break in the writing world, so he was okay with the apartment he currently owned.
As he walked down the silvery pavement, he recalled his conversation with his boss. What would a supernatural want with him? Noah wouldn't deny that he was physically weak. He was positive that if a supernatural was hungry, they'd go for someone with a healthier or bigger physique.
His boss had been right about one thing though. Supernatural attacks had become more and more frequent. It was highly recommended that humans should be in their house with the door locked by the time the sun had set. In result, businesses started to close earlier and modes of transportation such as walking and biking had started to become rare. Noah, stubborn at heart, was above the warnings.
For the most part, supernaturals tended to avoid the humans and vise versa. It seemed useless to fight considering both sides knew it wouldn't really end up getting anywhere. Supernaturals were smarter than to attack the humans. Population-wise humans definitely had the upper hand. There was absolutely no way a supernatural army could compare to the size of a human one. Maybe in a one-on-one fight a supernatural would win, but in a battle of fifteen against a hundred, the supernaturals didn't stand much of a chance.
So far, war hadn't been mentioned, but Noah knew it was a matter of time before some idiot decided he'd had enough and brought the subject up. It wasn't wise, in Noah's opinion, to mess with the mythological creatures. Sure, maybe the humans would win in a war, but the supernaturals wouldn't go down without a nasty fight in which millions of lives would be lost. It wouldn't even be worth it.
If there was one thing Noah didn't understand, it was why there were more attacks in the first place. Was there a lack of animals for the vampires and werewolves to use as food? Did they want a war to begin? They were all questions that Noah would have answers to if he had the time and motivation. But in all honesty, the only thing he was even vaguely concerned about was whether he would be making it home in time to attend the Alliance Meeting on Dragon Assassin.
He continued to walk, hearing his soft footsteps hit against the pavement. He reached into his pocket to grab his phone. Once he felt the phone, he pulled it out and began to check the time. Any normal human wouldn't be outside past nine, but of course, Noah's confident demeanor didn't falter when he read that it was ten thirty.
As he went to put his phone back into his pocket, he heard a noise in the alleyway to his left. He glanced over to look into the dark passage but didn't see anyone there. He ignored the noise and continued to stroll down the sidewalk.
Once he had passed a few more buildings, he heard the noise again. This time, he knew exactly what it was.
As soon as he made this realization, he felt his forearm being grabbed. The attacker's movements were fast, and by the time Noah had caught onto what was going to happen, he found himself pressed up against the building's wall with a hand placed beside each side of his head. Noah couldn't see much of the attackers details; however, it was hard to miss the glowy red eyes that were planted on him. That's when Noah realized his new acquaintance was a vampire.
He should be scared. Noah knows he should be scared. However, his brain had once again proven to be emotionally numb. If anything, Noah was just annoyed that his boss ended up being right.
He could try to plan an escape. In fact, there were many different solutions going through his head. But even though he had the wit to execute an escape, he didn't have anything athletically on the vampire. With his running, he figured he'd make it to the end of the alleyway before the vampire would have caught up. Not to mention, vampire's speed and strength were heightened at night anyways.
Then he remembered that he was going to miss the Alliance meeting. Noah sighed. It wasn't the most pressing matter at the moment, but he figured he could at least hurry this process up. "Hey, look, I don't really have time for this," he said, crossing his arms across his chest and letting his body slacken into a more comfortable position.
The vampire widened his eyes, but then smirked. "Wow, aren't you brave?" a masculine voice replied.
Noah rolled his eyes, "Just bleed me out already. I'm not a huge fan of foreplay."
The vampire chuckled, and Noah saw his sharp, white teeth shine in the light. "You do realize that I can kill you, right?"
Noah looked up into the vampire's eyes and tried to make out what the vampire's intentions for his fate were. The eyes were softer than they were before, and Noah figured the vampire would spare him his life. Confident, Noah grinned. "So can any human with a gun. You're not that special."
There was a moment of hesitation before he saw the red eyes distance closer and closer into his neck. The vampire's other hand was placed on Noah's cheek, and before Noah could retaliate against the unwanted touch, he felt the skin on his neck break open. His head became dizzy, and one by one, all of his muscles began to weaken. And yeah, he thought as he twitched from the pain surging in his neck, maybe he shouldn't of been that cocky. As he tried to regain his strength, his thoughts suddenly went black.
So basically, I wrote this story two years ago and never posted because I didn't watch Total Drama anymore. But now I'm sort of back into it, and I feel like I owe it to some of you to post it. This is for anyone who reads my old stories still. I think you all deserve a present. You are awesome, and I appreciate you more than words can say- honestly. If you guys like it, I might post some more chapters.