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It's my life
It's now or never
I ain't gonna live forever
I just wanna live while I'm alive
..

It wasn't completely unusual for me to be in a situation where I may not escape with my life.

But compared to others, this one was more of a… how shall I explain it to you…it was more of a sitting down with your parents to discuss why you got a big fat F on your term paper and you can see the flames in their eyes that they are going to kill you but you see the back door open and make a mad dash for it only to be caught at the last minute.
That sort of feeling.
Only with a ramped vampire that doesn't understand the meaning of a time out.

My back was pressed firmly against the wall, my breath frantic as I tried to catch up with the numerous ones I had held for that tad bit too long.
Dam it, when did I get that bad habit?

The noise to my left made me slow my breath again, my body well trained, or so I thought, in silencing itself in order for me to hear even the slightest of whispers. However this particular vampire, no matter how careless it was seemed very good at hiding itself from me.

Eyeing the sun light under the tunnel door, I tucked my machete to my body as I ran, dodging the work benches and fallen medical utensils. Now the creature was reckless, loud as it charged after me. It through the desks aside, not caring that it was slicing at its own flesh as it came after me.
I crashed into the door, unable to open it in my haste.
'Shit!'

The vampire collided into me, holding me to the cool metal of the door. I swung my machete down, lodging in its shoulder but all it did was make it angrier.
I have to admit, this man would have been attractive if it wasn't for the fangs and the crazy eyes.
He slammed me into the floor, hissing wildly as he ripped the blade free from him. My blonde hair had come loose from its braid, falling before my eyes as I tried to crawl back. Broken glass was cutting into my hands but it was better than having sharky in front of me shredding my neck.

In a futile attempt the vampire lunged at me, wielding my own weapon as he slashed at me. He had obviously never held one a day before in his life. Somehow I rolled to my feet, allowing him to crumble into a heap in the corner. The old room was dusty, I wanted to sneeze but in the time I did that, I would be food for a vamp. It must have been an old emergency bunker during the third world war, the medical supply cupboards raided but blades left behind.

I took my time choosing one, grinning as the vampire tried to speak, tried to laugh at how I was going to die.
He could not have been more mistaken.
Spinning the scalpel in my hands, I turned to address the vampire and slightly surprised by his bright slit eyes. They were focused entirely on me and I grinned.
'You must be hungry…'
He held my arms open but still he didn't come, just tugged at his torn shirt and hissed.
Vampires, they used to be a somewhat proud race; ones that could play the card of loving families and dignified creatures but have yet to meet one. No in all my time, which isn't very much I will tell you, I have yet to meet a vampire that is not an animal that was focused only on blood. I would have thought that being so close to extinction would lead at least one to repopulate, but they were only focused on satisfying their blood lust.

'Oh come on, you're the one with the bigger knife.'
He growled, low and angry as he dropped the blade, his nails too long for him to hold it. Knowing the sun was setting fast outside, I had to do something to wrap this up. With a deep breath, I poised the small knife over my already cut hand, smirking as the vampire tilted his head curiously.
'Come on… want some of this?'
The vampire edged closer and I raised my eyebrow at its hesitance, did it know what I was going to do? My blood oozed from the cut as I split the skin, squeezing it tight until it dripped onto the floor.

In a rage the vampire flew at me, but I was ready.
Spinning skilfully, well I like to think of it as skill, I sank the scalpel deep into its throat, ripping it around as far as it could go. He roared with pain, scrapping hopelessly at the wound but it was lodged in there good and tight.
Using the time to rush at the door, I scooped up my machete and fumbled with the latch, shoving it open. The vampire was on me before I could face it, clawing at my back and shoulders as he forced me to the ground.

With a loud hiss, he reared back as he tried to shield himself from the sun. Pale flesh bubbled before turning black and I rolled over, leaping to my feet as swinging. It got stuck on the spine but as we fell back into the shelter, I managed to swing again. As the head rolled, teeth still sharp and bloody I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If only hunting was a job that paid, it would really be worth it but I guess knowing that the town five minutes away would no longer be hassled by a blood sucker.

Feeling much better, I looked down at my frayed shirt and ripped the bottom of it off, wrapping it tightly around my hand. Leaning back on the metal shelter, I sighed as the sun lazily sank behind the trees, leaving me in shadows.
I desperately needed a beer.

'I really wish you would be more careful.'

Lance; my childhood friend who also shared my strange passion for hunting down all things supernatural, except, he was the more of the sitting behind a computer type and relay things to me over the phone. I groaned as he dabbed the ointment on my forehead, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. He was practically my everything rolled into one. I cannot name one time I never needed him.

'You're so irresponsible.'
'Phhh.' I pushed his hand aside, stretching out on his couch with a yawn. Lance just fixed his glasses on his nose and like he always did, returned to his computer. Watching as he ate his cold soup, I couldn't help but smile at his mop of light brown hair and hazel eyes as they studied the charts on the screen.
'I simply get the job done.'
'Yea but you're going to end up dead one day.' He spun around in his chair, folding his arms as he frowned.
'One day,' I laughed as I stood, slipping my feet into my boots again.

Lance just rolled his eyes.
'I don't think I want to give this to you…'
I pouted, trying to pull off my best puppy dog eyes but he was so used to it that he simply stared at me until I surrendered.
'Alright I'll be more careful and next time I'll hang around longer than for a shower and a patch up.'
Lance swivelled in his chair slightly, considering my offer.
'Please Lancelot?'
'Don't call me that!' he growled, turning around in his chair, leaving me to stare at his back and bright apartment.

It wasn't the neatest, nor the cleanest home I have seen but unlike most others I had stayed with, he was quiet and this felt safe. The building was practically empty anyway, what better place to carry on and fight demons and ghosts than in a building with people that should be in rehab?
'But your my knight in shining armour Lance…' I smiled, fixing up a crooked picture before I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder.
He was typing and clicking away on his computer before the printer on the desk opposite him began to spit out paper. He rolled across to it, pushing his silver glasses back up and scanning what was printed. It was only then that I saw the embarrassment spreading its red trade mark across his skin and the dulling hurt in his eyes that I really focused on him.

This man had no idea how special he was to me.
Sure he was a geeky little man that wouldn't know how to protect himself if it meant a free software program or whatever the hell it was he was into for him.
'And don't say that. You wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole.' He stood up, handing the paper towards me and I just smiled softly at him.
Five years and he still blushed.

Taking the paper off him, I kissed his cheek.
'Don't bet on that.'
He blushed deeper and spun around to try and hide it but I just chuckled, slapping his butt just to tease him as I walked out the door, waving.
'See you round.'
I didn't hear his full response but it was something along the lines of "don't die".

My footfalls clapped around me as I descended the stairs, reading the paper in my hands. Shuffling them, I studied each face that had gone missing before I folded them, shoving them into the pocket of my leather jacket. The door swung open, the cool moist air refreshing and I paused a moment to breathe it in. Why was I so calm? I have no idea.
Since I could remember my emotions were something I could have complete control over and as I strapped my bag onto the back of my red motor bike that was the one thing I was truly grateful for, other than Lance.

As much as I loved him, he would always be that little brother that I cherished.
Looking at him now, it was hard to see him as when I had first met him; tough and brave, a soldier protecting the boundaries of the city but any war can leave a scar, and for Lance he was too scared to leave his apartment.

Starting the engine, I pulled out onto the road and was on my way, but all I could think of was the war.
It wasn't a very long war, two years compared to others, but it was still long enough to cause damage that would take decades to fix. It was May twenty eighteen when it was declared, I was only twenty two and even thought I never went overseas to fight or go to the front line to ensure the survival of our religion, I had my own war to fight. All the creatures that prowled in the darkness, the supernatural, the monsters, whatever it is you want to call them, they all tried to take advantage of the chaos. Even now, two years later, things were probably still the same as they had been the generation before us.

Keeping focused on the road now, I grinned to myself as the air wiped around my face, the light rain splattering on my glasses.

All I could be thankful for was that I had enough freedom, courage and skill to do as I please and save as many people as I can while I do.

..
My life is like an open highway
Like Frankie said I did it my way
I just wanna live while I'm alive
It's my life
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Again, I dont own supernatural or any of the song lyrics I use.
If anyone has a song they like and want me to make a chapter around it, just tell me :)
Another thing, I am sorry that even though this is set in the future, I am not fully comfortable with inventing things.

Thanks for reading!
Silver-Kirin
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