The rain battered down in a relentless torrent, crashing against the roof of the Grand Am as it sat in the narrow alley. The car's high beams sliced through the frigid night bathing the pale creature against the wall in a brilliant, yellow light. With a low, nearly animalistic hiss the creature flung the lifeless body of the young girl it had been feeding upon to the pavement and faced the vehicle.
"Stay back!" It snarled, blood dribbling down its chin.
The doors of the Pontiac slowly opened and two men got out. The driver, a tall lean figure clad in a full-length leather coat crossed his arms, his dark blue eyes locked on the crimson drenched creature. The rain almost instantly soaked his black hair, causing the shoulder-length locks to stick to the sides of his face. The other, a short, stocky man in his mid-fifties held a large pistol in his right hand.
"This isn't where you want to be right now." The barely human looking thing growled over the sound of the rain. Its feet shuffled, moving backwards deeper into the alley.
The shorter of the two men shook his head, a tired, yet angered expression showing plainly in his gray eyes"This isn't where you want to be." He lifted the gun before adding,
"Bitch."
The black gun roared as it sent a .45 round screaming toward the creature. The bullet slammed into the monster's forehead causing a thick, dark red blood splatter on the wall behind it.
"I will tear the limbs from your body like the wings of a fly!" The now inhuman beast snarled, the force of the bullet knocking it into the bricks.
"Yeah, yeah." The taller man mumbled, reaching both hands into his coat, "We've heard it all before." He drew a pair of .45 handguns from their holsters under his arms and opened fire.
The weapons thundered their responses, the sound echoing through the narrow alley. Despite the intense gunfire, despite the pounding rain, despite the blood spilling onto the wet concrete, it threw its head back and started to laugh, a deep rumbling laugh which ceased the one-sided firefight.
"Your mortal weapons cannot hope to harm me. I've fought the most powerful of my kind and won. I've stared down entire armies who couldn't touch me." It lowered its sickening yellow eyes to them, "Countless opponents much stronger than yourselves have met their demise at my hands." Its long, bony fingers balled into fists as it started toward the two men again, "Prepare to die."
The men stood firm. The tall one shook his head, "You know," He said, tucking his guns back into their holsters, "There is just one thing we forgot." His words caused the creature to stop and tilt its head curiously.
On cue the lid of a nearby dumpster clanged open and another man sprang up, a shotgun held in both hands. He raised the weapon to his shoulder, "Over here fuck face." He sneered. The huge gun discharged. The creature's face exploded, smattering the alley wall in red ichor. The vampire jerked backward and slammed into the bricks behind him.
"Marcus, I thought you'd fallen asleep." The taller man tucked his guns away as Marcus leapt from the dumpster, cocking the shotgun as he quickly moved towards the convulsing body laying on the ground.
"I did." Marcus grinned, a low, dark chuckle escaping from his throat. He stood over the body, pressing the barrel of the shotgun to the creature's chest and pulled the trigger.
The old man jumped, "Dammit Marcus!" He shouted, "Do you have to do that?" He wrapped his coat tightly around his body and shuffled to the car.
"Relax Marvin." Marcus waved a hand apathetically at the old man, "Dexter, do it so we can get outta here." Dexter nodded, pulling a slim can of lighter fluid from his pants pocket.
Moments later the Grand Am slowly pulled out into the street, leaving the rain to wash away the smoking ashes.
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Tiye sat at the edge of her bed, feet hanging over, just barely touching the thick carpet. Her head was down, her eyes closed. That dream again, she thought, trying to shake the image of that awful, pale figure entering her room. She shivered slightly at the chilly breeze coming through the open window near her bed. She looked up at it for a long moment before she pushed off the bed and carefully pulled it down and closed the latch, locking it into place. She stared out into the dark of night for a while before sighing heavily and making her way back to bed. She pulled the thick, blue comforter up to her chin and sighed again, closing her eyes and hoping she could get at least a bit more sleep before work. As she began to slip into a fitful slumber, the latch slowly opened and the window silently slid upward.
