Hand in mine, into your icy blues… And then I'd say to you, we could take to the highway, with this trunk of ammunition too… I'd end my days with you, in a hail of bullets…
The yellow-orange, scorching desert sun of daybreak leisurely rose from the horizon, and a warm dawn replaced the dark, freezing night. A car cruised down the seemingly endless highway in the vast, everlasting desert. California… no, most of the west coast, in fact, is now nothing but sand and wreckage. Now and then, the rusting, weathered steel corpses of skylines and turnstiles can be spotted stretching for miles in the dry wasteland, while eroding ruins scattered every place where huge cities once stood. The west coast turned from a sunny paradise to a useless, barren wilderness… it was all BL/ind's fault. If they never stripped the land of its resources, perhaps the Internal Wars wouldn't have started, and this stupid place would still be filled with human population, instead of countless people gathering in specific BL/ind-controlled locations across the continent. Well… theme parks and cotton candy are just memories now, and it was clear to all survivors of the war, including the ones "held hostage" by Better Living Industries, that there's no turning back.
Poison detected slight stirring in the back of the car, and through the rear-view mirror, he saw Helena toss around. After a few moments, she was twisting and turning, huffing loudly as if she was desperate for a breath... Or perhaps something else. She might wake up and notice she's someone she's not. The BL/ind suit covering her body fell to the bottom of the car as she squirmed around; she continued with her movements for a short while, then started moaning as if she were in excruciating pain. Soon, there were faint whispers of "blood… blood…"
Poison slammed the brake, and the car skid to a screeching stop. With that, Helena immediately sat up, and stared the rear-view mirror.
Just like Poison's, her eyes shone a bloody, crimson red.
"I WANT BLOOD!" she bellowed in anguish. Turning around with lightning speed, she started thoughtlessly clawing at the backs of the blood-stained, cushioned seats. Seeing this, Poison quickly swung his car door open, and after jumping out the car, he sprinted to the back trunk and lifted it up in a matter of seconds, hauling out a fallen Draculoid. Meanwhile, an agitated Helena had escaped from the car and bolted to the body. "Make room!" She screeched at Poison and shoved him aside, then ravenously sank her teeth into the Draculoid's neck. Poison watched silently as Helena furiously gulped in the probably now-cold liquid, his face laced with horror and shock. Horror that he had turned her into the same wild monster as him; shock that he did the exact same thing when he woke from unconsciousness.
With mighty force, Helena tossed the empty corpse to the highway, then sprung up again and sank her teeth into a corpse lying inside the car. She looked enthralled with the Draculoid's blood, sucking feverishly with her powerful jaw. From the two small holes in the victim's neck, a bit of dark red liquid escaped her lips and slowly seeped out in an elegant stream. Poison was surprised at her cleanness as the Draculoid ran dry; he made a huge mess every time, but she was unbelievably tidy, making minimum damage to the limp body. However, soon she hurriedly threw the body to the ground, then dug in for another.
Two minutes later. Four bodies were discarded to the side of the highway, left to rot. Poison shared the last one with his lover; it tasted quite foul (appalling compared to fresh blood), but at least it was something.
The fire in Helena's eyes died down, while tiny droplets of blood dripped down from her chin and fangs, onto the highway. She stared at the corpses in horror, glanced down at her torn dress with the scars stretching across her body (somehow, it seemed to heal with unbelievable speed), then turned to Poison. "What… what's going on…? I'm not okay… I don't feel normal… I promise! And… what happened last night…? All I remember is pain… what's with this scar!? Please, Poison, tell me!" Her eyes seemed puzzled and shaken, while her body unconsciously quivered.
Poison gazed into her killing jars*, unable to think of an answer. How should he explain, and how should he apologize? There was a long moment of silence that almost seemed as if the time lasted for hours, as Helena intensely stared at his similarly crimson eyes, demanding for an answer.
Poison sighed. Let me break this awkward silence… "You're not in this alone…" Helena continued to stare at him in confusion and fear. "We're... vampires."
"…And… what are we doing right now?"
"Well, remember a few months ago, when you were wearing that lip-gloss smile, didn't you say, 'you can run away with me anytime you want'?"
It was midnight; the moon hung in the peaceful night air. The starving Helena and Poison were excited beyond words when they spotted a futuristic city in front of them; of course, they knew it was BL/ind controlled, but they also knew they had to feed. The two had already cautiously drove into the town, with Helena wearing Poison's jacket (leaving him to wear a BL/ind one found at the back of the car instead) to cover up the exposed skin and scars from her ripped dress.
As they arrived at a tall, white concrete-and-glass apartment building where the scent of fresh, delicious blood drifted from, Poison switched off the car engine, and in the moonlight, the two quietly stepped out the car. Knowing this would be a perfect destination to feed, they exchanged approving glances, and silently rushed inside.
An hour later, the two came out with their bodies covered in blood, each dragging three wilted corpses behind them. One felt quite stuffed, while the other one wanted to vomit. Thick red trails led up to the awaiting car, with the male's messier than the female's. Upon arriving at their car, the male released his prey's limp arms, and opened the trunk with a click. The female crammed her three bodies inside, then bent down and threw two of the male's in. The male looked around, searching for any BL/ind Draculoids approaching. The coast was clear; the male nodded in confirmation at the female. The female opened the door to the back row of the car, and shoved in the last body, then the two leapt into their own seats in the front. The male started the car engine once more, and the female sat back, her shoulders tense and her eyes observing their shadowy surroundings. The two took off after a few seconds, searching for a gas station nearby to fill up their emptying gas tank.
The female turned around to see three bright lights flashing towards them from far away. "Hey! The night patrols!"
"Oh fuck," the male muttered. "We'd better get going." Without replenishing its fuel supply, the car zoomed off.
They could be perfect for one last night… then, tomorrow, they'll die like star-crossed lovers when they fight.
