A/N: Here we go! Shit's 'bout to go down!
"And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal ... and the sun became black as sackcloth" - Revelations 6:12
"Why are you going?" Cat folds her arms, glowering at her fiancée.
"Look," Rob rubbing his temple. "I need to report to the precinct. People are panicking out there. This is the time where the crazies begin looting and causing destruction. I'm sure the hospital will need all the people they can get."
Cat blows a strand of red hair from her face. "It doesn't matter. I'm not on call."
"Well I am, so…I understand that you want me to stay with you because you're scared."
"Stop right there. I'm scared for you. I can handle myself; don't condescend!"
Rob sighs. "I'm sorry, Cat." He holds her hands.
"You don't have to worry about me because I'm here. You on the other hand. I don't know what the hell is out there."
"I won't be gone long, I promise. I'm just trying to get some information. The Emergency Broadcast System won't get into the specifics if the police don't want them to. I won't delay. It's not like I'm going for supplies." He thinks for a moment. "We don't need anything do we?"
Cat closes her eyes. "Um, I'll charge the batteries. We have plenty of water…why?"
"Cuz I don't know what the hell is out there."
He kisses her and closes the door.
"Nice."
Cat rubs her stomach, smiling. "If your daddy doesn't come back until late, I will kill him." Her face got heavy. "At least I hope he's your daddy."
Trina was shocked awake from her chair by the screams of her baby sister.
"AAAHHH," her eyes shut as tightly as humanly possible. "It hurts! It hurts!"
"Tori," Trina hovering her hands over her body, not sure if she was going to exacerbate the pain by touching her. "It's okay, I'm here." Those words were almost completely said in vain. She didn't know what to do. She had been sick before but nothing like this.
"Get help! Please! Get someone!" Tori closes into a fetal position.
Several minutes later, a doctor shines a light in Tori's eyes. "Tori? Tori? How do you feel?"
"My insides are on fire!" In between screams and pleas, she sobs ferociously. The pain was far too much. Trina was never shot multiple times so she could only imagine. Her heart ached that there was nothing at all she could do to help her sister.
"This is normal, right?" Trina asks.
The doctor just stares at her. "You may have to leave."
"No!"
"Please, it will make our job easier if you're not in the way." His eyes told her that he was trying to be curt, not rude.
"Fine," she sighs and storms out of the room. A few more personnel crowd into the room.
"What the hell?"
"More fluids, now!"
That was all Trina heard before the door closed. She walks over to a small waiting area and plops down on the red sofa. There were no magazines so she just people watched for a while.
"Trina?"
She turned around at the familiar voice. Sinjin stood with flowers and a card.
"I heard about your sister. I'm so sorry."
Trina made a small smile. "That's really sweet, thanks Sinjin."
"Where is she now?"
"In her room," pointing with as hitchhiker's thumb. "She's not doing so great."
"That's terrible. You been watching the news?"
"Not lately," Trina folding her arms. "I know what they've been talking about. No thanks but I don't want to see my parents and sister being paraded around."
Sinjin shakes his head. "No, that's not what I mean. You don't know?"
"Know what?" Trina's was perplexed.
"Intensive care doesn't have windows, does it?"
"No."
Abernathy emerges from the entrance to the subway. He smiles at the ebony sky as he fondles the amulet around his neck. Gesturing with his hand, dozens of more clod-blooded comrades come up behind him.
Looking behind, the entire corridor was stuffed with bodies at the ready. Hungry bodies.
"The buffet is open" he states to the crowd. "Who's hungry?"
Rob drives impatiently through the slow traffic. He checks his phone.
Damn it all. This is taking too long. I better call Cat before she has kittens. No pun intended.
Screams punctuated by the crunching of metal can be heard but he can't see the carnage until….
A bus careen through the lanes in front of Rob and he does some evasive maneuvers to get out of the way. Car after car flips over and gets pushed out of the path. Finally the bus tips over and lands on its side. The lights on the inside flicker.
Rob steps out of his car and watches the fallen behemoth that caused all the mayhem. He sees something moving inside but it's too rapid to make it out.
A fist pounds through the tempered window and a brown-scruffy man peers out. His chin is dripping with blood, which he wipes with his hand and licks off. The vampire spots the human observing him and he smiles. Rob runs back into the car and is startled by the creature attaching himself to the hood of the car. Rob speeds away in reverse and slams on the brakes, sending the vampire flying off. The car deftly turns around and leaves.
His mind races. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…" Rob looks through his rear view mirror and sees the man running at an insane pace, keeping up closely with the car.
People stuck in rush hour traffic are ripped from their vehicles and feasted upon in the streets. Hundreds scream bloody murder at the improbable sight of biblical proportions: people raining down from the sky, out of nowhere, devouring everyone.
Abernathy hangs from a street lamp, witnessing the chaos. Lyriz would have been proud, he thinks to himself. His colony in the north has heard of his legacy but never envisioned an assault on this scale. When Lyriz's brood dissolved, Abernathy saw the opportunity to continue his noble work.
When every human is either dead or recruited, his kind won't even need the amulet. The world will bend to their will. The curse will be lifted and all of their weaknesses will vanish. No more fear of sunlight, no more inconvenient hunger. Just a planet of immortals.
"Feed! Feed! Feed! Don't leave a single one!"
