I could see one of the men’s faces clearly, the one holding my right arm. It was broad, with a stubbly gray-brown beard and hair. His teeth were long, and very sharp, as he leered at me. His muddy brown eyes were almost cat-like, and he smiled as he imagined his easy prey. I was backed into a dead-end alleyway, looking around, trying to see the other men. They frightened me, but somehow I couldn’t summon the energy to struggle.
“Why don’t you wiggle a little, darling? I love to hear a woman scream,” he goaded hoarsely.
I only shook my head mutely, stepping further back into the corner. A second man stepped forward, absent-mindedly sweeping my hair back from my shoulders before sinking his fangs into my neck.
“Oi!” the first man shouted. “I thought she was mine!”
Ignoring the first man completely, the man holding me pulled back slightly. “Scream damnit! I want to smell your fear.”
Taking advantage of the second mans separation from me; the first man bowled him over, tearing him away. They fell onto the ground, punching and kicking.
“Excellent,” A third man breathed, stepping out of the shadows. A thrill of terror went through me, for his face was heavily scarred, with large chunks of flesh missing. In the place where his left eye should have been, there was only a deep, bloody, hole. I gasped, and attempted to step backwards, but my feet hit the brick wall and I stopped. “Finally, some fear. I do that to people.” He grinned, leaning forward and ripping another set of holes in my neck.
The pain was horrible, and I could feel a small amount of feeling come back to me after the numbness of Charles and Ivan’s deaths. After a minute or so, I had lost so much blood that I was beginning to feel dizzy.
I heard a new voice, a woman’s. “Who’s that? Can I share?”
The man holding me barely loosened his hold as he looked up. “Who th’ hell r’ you? Go away.”
“Now, is that any way to treat a lady?” The voice asked. I heard the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh, and then a sickening crunch as I felt myself fall to the ground. Then the blood loss and shock caught up to me and I blacked out.
Holly stepped back, staring at my scarred captor. “Of all the people to attack, why her? Why someone who is so numb with shock and pain that they can barely remember how to live? They would recover soon enough to decide if they wanted to live or die. If you made half an effort to mingle with humans, you’d know that. There isn’t any point to eat someone who can’t make a logical point about survival.”
The men on the ground had stopped fighting, and one of them charged Holly. She jumped around, moving so fast she blurred. She turned one man to dust, then, the other, and had kicked the third man back to the ground before he had time to run. Acting as if nothing had happened, she returned to rant. “I mean come on; it’s not even any fun. Did she scream once the whole time? You should take pleasure from eating people. Otherwise you’re no better than animals.”
The man on the ground glared mutinously at her. “Who do you think you are, god or something? You can’t tell me what to do.”
Holly grinned. “But for you, in this position, I am god.” She moved her shoe onto his neck and crushed it, ripping his head away. She turned away and lifted me easily, carrying me towards the abandoned building where she was staying with Bonnie.
Bonnie looked up as Holly entered, and stood up quickly. “What happened? Why did you bring her here?”
“I found a few of those guys in Bernard’s gang feeding off her. I beat them up and brought her here. She’s about to die, but I didn’t want to leave her on a grimy street. It just didn’t seem right.” Holly replied, laying me down. “Should we change her?”
Bonnie shook her head. “It might be kinder to let her die, after what’s happened. Freezing her in time, before her inner wounds can heal, would be horrible. It’s been more than 60 years, and I still haven’t gotten over the death of my husband, and I even had the satisfaction of ripping his killer to shreds. No, after her experiences, the best thing would be to give her a peaceful place to die.”
“That makes sense,” Holly said, sounding somber now. “We’ll just wait a couple days and see. Should we tell her parents? It would raise awkward questions.”
“I agree. Just out of curiosity, how did you find her?”
Holly rolled her eyes. “They were making enough noise to bring an army, I just got there first. They were fighting over her body. Didn’t even have the decency to share. Two of them distracted each other so much that a third one managed to get most of her blood.” She glanced at me in sympathy, “Her entire neck’s torn up”
Bonnie looked at me. “Oh my god. Two of them bit her?”
Holly nodded. “Yeah, why?”
Bonnie sighed. “She may actually wake up. We’ll have to wait and see.”
I was vaguely aware of shallow breathing slowing to a stop, and my entire body going cold and numb. So this is what dying feels like… I thought dimly.
Incoherent thoughts ran though my head, never quite forming into solid ideas. I drifted in and out of awareness over the next day, but when I was awake enough to realize it, I knew that whatever was happening to me defied logic. I became nothing more then a corpse.
I opened my eyes.
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Created on 12-15-07
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