Suddenly he heard a noise coming from upstairs. Was he in a basement? There was a creak and a line of light spread through the room, illuminating the stairs that lead to the door. He saw his surroundings for the first time, it was just a cold normal basement, with a seemingly concrete floor, but he couldn't be sure, as it was covered in weird brown stains. There was a flash as something moved in front of the light, and a soft bumping as something big and heavy was thrown down the stairs. Hiroki's head flung around but he didn't catch what it was. The light was blocked again when he heard footsteps step inside onto the wooden stairs before the door closed again.
It was totally dark once more, and he couldn't see a thing.
Hiroki heard a faint moan from what he thought must be the base of the stairs, but he couldn't be sure. The footsteps moved down the stairs slowly, but purposefully. They were heavy, and the steps creaked under their weight. He heard the tap as whatever it was reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped on to the concrete. He heard a soft rustling as the object was dragged across the floor slowly, although it didn't sound as if the person was struggling with the weight at all.
Then he heard another moan, and another, and he realised: 'That was a person! Maybe they had been taken like he had?'
He was brought instantly from his thoughts as he heard a blood-curdling scream, just a few metres away from him. It was a woman. His hands flew to his ears but he couldn't drown out the sound. When he thought the creaming had stopped he removed his hands, and realised that it had actually just turned to gurgling, accompanied by a wet slurping sound. Hiroki was suddenly glad for the darkness, but it didn't stop the wet coppery smell from reaching him.
The slurping stopped and the footsteps started moving towards him. Terrified, he scrabbled back, trying to get away but they sped up and he felt a hand grab his hair and yank his head back. How had they known where he was? You couldn't see a thing in this darkness! Hiroki had no time to think about this however, as he felt a long, wet... tongue! This man was licking his face. He tried to move back in disgust but the hand in his hair kept him from moving, so he just squeezed his eyes shut tightly as the tongue ran over it.
It was just one slow lick and then it was gone, his hair was released and he dragged himself back across the floor, as far away from this man as he could until his back hit wall. The footsteps moved back up the stairs and out through the door.
Before the light disappeared again though, Hiroki saw a pair of legs that must have belonged to that woman. They weren't moving. He waited a moment after hearing the door lock to make sure the man was really gone before shuffling over to where the woman was. The shackles tugged on him but he could just reach.
"Oi!" he nudged where he thought her shoulder was but got no reply. "Oi! Wake-up!" he said a little louder now. He was really scared now. This maniac was a murderer! He was tied up in a murderers basement with no way of escaping. If this woman was dead...
He moved his hand up her shoulder to try and tap her face, but when he got to her neck; there was just a hole. The flesh had been torn from her throat and all that was left was a gaping hole, still slowly oozing hot thick liquid. He ripped his hand away as if it had burned him but a hand reached up and grabbed his wrist. He panicked and lashed out. He felt his foot make contact with something and the hand let go of him. He scrambled to his feet and ran back to the other side of the room. He heard a wet choking sound and more gurgling, before scraping as the woman began to crawl towards him. It was like a scene form a zombie movie, made even more terrifying by the fact that he couldn't see anything, including the woman, he could only hear her desperate gargling and crawling towards him, as well as the sound of his own heavy breathing.
Suddenly, she went quiet. Hiroki pressed himself deeper into the wall, his eyes wide but seeing nothing. He shuffled sideways slightly until he reached a corner and he stayed there.
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Nowaki was starting to get worried. Even if Hiro-san had been working late, he should have gotten home hours ago. The food had gone cold so he had just put it in the fridge for when Hiro-san got home, but he was still waiting up for him. He had called Hiro-san's mobile but it had been turned off, and he hadn't had a reply when he had called the office. He was probably just on his way home, but if he wasn't back soon Nowaki was going to go to the office and drag him home. It was probably that Miyagi bastard! He always made his Hiro-san stay late...
I like the idea of this story but I think I've rushed it quite a lot and it's not particularly that well written...
Meh...
IMPORTANT: I'm not sure what to do. Should I turn it into a supernatural story with a vampire, or just a mad vampire wannabe serial killer? Your choice :) Review and tell me which one you think would be better.