The dark nights sky envelopes the whole of Leeds, opening up new possibilities to the world that most men and women never even see, never know exist. The night comes and with it comes the night walkers. Not just vampires, many creatures, holy and unholy alike.
Three silver cars lay parked incorrectly in a car park outside the head office of a major super market franchise. A man in dark clothing sits on one of the car while two women sit on each of the other cars, waiting for… god knows what. A car skids around the corner, causing the man and women to sit up straighter and move their hands towards what could only be guns holstered at their sides, but the car just drove on by.
They moved back to their original positions… perhaps prematurely. It only took them a moment to realize that there was a person standing between them holding a pair of black brief cases. The five people leapt from their cars, and pulled out their guns, all pistols.
The man’s eyes took in the person between them. The person was clearly a woman, her long hair and breasts gave it away a little. She was around 5’8” with jet black hair down past her shoulders. She continually stared down, as if making eye contact would be a sin. Her finger nails were black and pointed, practically invisible in the darkness, but that just made them scarier to those who knew what she could do with them.
The 5 people lowered their weapons a little, “Pawing your way across the darkness.” The man said, loudly, as if the woman was practically deaf.
“The line is ‘Clawing your way across the darkness’, you ignorant prick…” she said, looking up and making eye contact with the man. Her eyes were nearly completely black, it was hard to tell which way she was looking, but the simple fact that she was looking at him shook something deep within him that scared him more than the fact that he was doing business with a vampire.
She stepped forwards, walking up to the car beside the man and lifted the brief cases onto the hood and flicked them both open simultaneously, to reveal a pair of pistols resting atop a pile of money. “My name is Kitten-” she began the formality she was used to but she was cut off.
“Meow” one of the girls whispered, breaking the two cardinal rules when interacting with the Vampire. Number one, She interrupted the woman, and number two… she made fun of her.
A bullet was in the woman’s brain before anyone even registered a bang. Kitten stood straight up with her eyes on the corpse, her fangs bared and her arm straight with one of the pistols smoking in her hand. Although her eyes seemed dark before, they now seemed somewhat darker, and a little glazed.
The remaining four people raised their guns again… a poor choice of moves. Their raising guns, weapons against the already enraged wild cat was probably the most stupid thing they could have done.
Kitten dropped her pistol, and moved her arms to her sides. Breathing deeply she bent forwards slightly, with her fangs and claws bared and ready to strike.
Her heightened senses sniffed out her targets, felt their elevated heart rates, and tasted the blood on the air after her mortal kill.
A trigger finger twitched and a bullet was fired into the window of the car, inches from where Kitten had just dodged away from. She ran, faster than they could ever hope to comprehend, across the car park, reaching the pair of girls within a split second. She grasped their throats, digging her nails in so deep they protruded the other side. Blood spilled across their car as she ripped the left girls throat out and threw her back onto the bonnet. The girl on her right she spun around herself to catch the bullets that the two remaining humans had sent flooding across the gap. Kitten seemed to growl at her foes and then she threw the corpse in her hands at the man, while she dodged his bullets and sped at the final living female of the group.
Kitten’s hands gripped the girls head and spun it nearly all the way off of her neck, leaving her to twitch for a moment on the floor. The Vampiress turned around, to look at the man. She walked quickly towards him as he backed away, his gun raised, ready to fire, but afraid that it would just make things worse. He was right. The man tripped backwards over a curb and into a bush. As he hit the ground his gun went off and a bullet was let loose into Kittens fore head. She swayed for a moment as the bullet hit and caused her to arch her back. A moment passed and she straightened up, continuing to walk towards the terrified man, with a bullet in her own head and blood trickling down into her mouth.
She reached the man and kicked the gun from his hand. Kitten grabbed him by the leg and yanked him out from the bushes, sending him flying a good 12 feet into a lamp post, before dropping on his front on the floor. Kitten was at his side again before he even had a chance to breath. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, cutting open his skin with her razor sharp nails. She lifted him up slightly as she straddled his limp body and head butted him. His head smacked from hers into the ground, spraying blood from his mouth and the cracks in the back of his skull. She pulled him up again and reached back her arm. With one swift punch she cut across his cheek, giving him an extra large smile on his left side. Blood spattered the dark ground, and his screamed echoed into the night. Screams that would remain unheard, even as her claw like hands buried deep into his stomach.
She pulled her hand out again and pulled his face back up to hers before burying her fangs in his exposed neck. The blood rushed quickly from the man’s body, warming the vampire’s throat and re-energizing her.
Time passed with no movement in the car park other than her throat, pushing the blood down into her body. Finally she released him and bared her blood stained teeth at the sky. She stood up, her eyes locked upon the few stars that could be seen through the clouds. For the first time in weeks she was enjoying her work. It wasn’t to last though. A ringing tone announced a call on her phone, and a hand pulling her back to reality. |
