Prey
Chapter One: Sewer Rats and Alley Cats
Disclaimer: Yeah. I don't own Twilight.
A/N: Sorry if that opening seemed rather... sudden. And there were what, three or so reviews? Come on, guys.
Amanda had been burning for four days straight. This, you might say, is not accurate. A vampire transformation takes three days! About three days, is my response. It depends upon the amount of venom. Amanda didn't get that much.
Amanda's eyes flew open as the last of the pain left her. She gasped, sitting up. The motion took an unusually short amount of time. A sense of creeping dread came over the vampire hunter as she put two and two together, two being that she had been bitten, and the other two being that she was alive.
More or less.
She groaned, recalling the events of the night before. Her knife had fallen. She'd put up a good fight, but he'd bitten before she was able to perform the fatal blow. She'd been bitten.
Bitten.
She was a vampire. "Oh crap." Amanda whispered. After the initial shock had passed, Amanda became intensely aware of her new senses. The concrete floor beneath her...the warm spring air...she stopped breathing. She had forgotten that she was in a sewer. Amanda looked down at the sludge blow her, afraid of what her reflection would hold. Long black hair fell in dark curls around her shoulders. Her skin was whiter than paper. Eyes, bright crimson. Lips, a full red. Two pointed fangs protruded just below... Amanda jerked back, hitting her head on the cement, which cracked slightly under the blow. She rubbed her head, a reflex left over from her human days, although the cement had done her no harm.
This wasn't right. None of the Cullens were that pale, or any of her other victims, for that matter. And none of them had fangs. Also, where on earth had that black hair come from? Worried that something had gone wrong with her transformation, other than the result of becoming a vampire, Amanda a cautiously peered over the sewage for a second look. The normal brown hair was there, and the skin was nowhere near as pale as before. Her teeth, she saw, were sharper, but otherwise unchanged. Pity. Fangs would be so much easier for hunting. She almost regretted that. Her eyes were burgundy, not crimson. To her embarrassment, she was much prettier. She couldn't help but gawk at the reflection that faced her. She shook her head.
Stop it. She ordered herself. Figure out what's going on. Do you have your cell phone on you? Amanda patted her pockets. She felt the smooth rounded corners of her iPhone, but when she took it out she saw that it had been damaged by the heavy beatings her body had taken during her transformation. She pushed the on button experimentally. A series of flickering images in distorted colors told her that it was beyond repair. "Blast." Amanda threw it against the wall in frustration, forgetting her strength. The iPhone exploded into so much iDust.
Suddenly, the most overpoweringly delicious smell Amanda had ever known wafted through the hole in the pothole cover. Blood. She knew it instinctively. She felt a slight tugging at her upper lip as two fangs pushed their way out of her mouth, and she almost found herself climbing out of the hole to get closer, closer to that warm... red... liquid...But then the pressing matter of the mysterious fangs caught her attention. She checked her reflection again. There they were, pointy and all of that. She closed her eyes, hoping that what she was seeing wasn't true, that she was an ordinary person, had never gotten bitten by any vampire. She felt the fangs go away and she opened her eyes. There she was. Anna Gregorson in all of her human glory. Brown hair...Brown eyes...human jaws... she tested her arm under the light peeking out from the street. No glow, no sparkle. It was still an arm, albeit a better lit one. She frowned, pulling her arm back. She pinched it. Still hard. She checked her pulse. Still dead. So... She wasn't human, she just looked like it. What kind of supernatural vampire gift was this? She looked like a human, then a vampire... That didn't sound like when she was human. Since when had she impersonated vampires?
A thought occurred to Amanda, a theory she couldn't shake. She closed her eyes, picturing the face she had worn a few years ago, when she had been a complete goth. Before the switch was even complete, Amanda opened her eyes, surprised at the shortening of her hair. She'd forgotten what that felt like. She stretched into a half upright crouch, examining her reflection in the sewage. Every detail was perfect, from her goth tipped nails to her scuffed army boots. She was shorter, too. Almost trembling with excitement, Amanda had one last experiment.
She concentrated, and Tom Mapple was looking into her reflection. "Y-you're a v-v-v-vampire?" She imitated his high, cracking voice perfectly. Amanda chuckled, returning to her own shape, though she altered it to include brown eyes. But then she became sad. It had been what- three? Four days? What would he think when he saw the news, which he was no doubt checking obsessively? And he wouldn't have gotten a reply to any of his emails... He'll think I've been killed. And he's mostly right. She grimaced, picturing his fear if he ever knew what happened. She sighed, plopping down on the cement. A rat scuttled by, and before Amanda even knew what was going on , she had it clamped in her mouth, pumping out the juices. It didn't take long. She threw the body of the rat into the river of filth. She saw with curiosity that her fangs had come out again.
She had a theory about that. When she woke up, she had been afraid that vampire incarnate would have been her new face, her humanity all but erased. So it was. And she had thought that drinking blood without them would be a hassle. She smiled. It was hard for her not to find the humor in the situation. But then she was serious again. She was in a tight spot. She couldn't contact anyone, due to the death of her cell phone. She couldn't leave the sewer, or she would most likely kill people. So.
She would just... Chill. For a year or so.
A cat wandered by, looking swollen with rats and disease. She snapped it's neck and had a drink. It's not like she had any elk, deer, bears, or mountain lions around. She had to make do with sewer rats and alley cats.
So... She would just chill.
Great.
A/N: Poor Amanda. You're all probably angry at me for taking it in such a stupid direction, so I'd like for all of you to vent in the form of reviews. All of you buggered readers, tell me how you really feel.