We were on our way home from the university, it was colder than the normal weather that this city was used to. Everything was hazy and a fog was incessantly overwhelming the place. Everyone was clearly shivering from the cold. We were waiting for a friend that left a book or a binder in the room that we held the meeting at. I was wondering why it was smelling like rotten meat beyond the few meters of horizon in front of us. It was getting very difficult to decipher my surroundings because of the nuisance of a weather. They were muttering words that were a little bit louder than usual, while I was busy looking at my damned phone waiting for a call.
Someone screeched a shout. It was a lady friend of mine whom the eerie sound came from, I reckon her vocal cords were in good shape, though. Everyone jumped to their wits, even me who were used to watching scary films at night. We looked at the figure that was slowly approaching us, it was just a lowly-looking beggar who was limping towards our group. But why? Guards were not supposed to let strangers into the school premises, especially at this kind of time. It was nearly midnight on my watch. Some heaved a breath of air to slow down their heartbeats. The image of the man continued to solidify as he came closer, and everyone’s heartbeats started racing again. How fun.
He wore a dirty, brown robe. It was tinted by a red vivid hue, his eyes were completely black, not a sliver of white could be found. Fangs were clearly visible from our perspectives, and his skin was white as snow. Sorry for the fairy-tale fetched description, though. Everyone was flabbergasted by the man. All of those were just an appetizer to a vision so gnarly, a few members of my group cannot contain the horror that their feelings hid. He apparently beheaded two of the guards, he was holding the evidence. Two severed heads dangling from his hands. He grinned like the devil himself.
He was now prattling like a madman. I will kill all you, fucks, easily. The lady friend who squealed a while ago now had the audacity to shout back, who are you? What are you? Why in the world are you doing this? The man answered back, Why? It is in my nature, I am an alpha. I am, what you humans call, a vampire. And for that, pretty lady, you will be the next in my bloody frenzy. He bowed as he uttered the final word. Slowly, he dropped the decapitated human heads. He composed himself like a gentleman, a morbid gentleman who was ready to devour his prey.
Before I could even shout to the group to go back to the building, the vamp darted towards my lady friend. I could see his claws inches away from her neck, I grabbed his neck even if he was fast. I took hold of it and threw him away like a rag doll. I now had the time to tell them to run back to the building and lock themselves in. The almost clawed lady hesitated to leave me, but I told a guy friend to grab her and go. I know I could take care of this sucker. It had been a while since I had a good fight, and it was a half moon tonight. Delicious.
They were looking at me and the vamp, I knew it. Damn those glass doors. I wondered if they will look at me the same after this. Who am I kidding? Meh. The man started to stand up, I heard his bones crackling, I laughed. He stared at me with wide, darting, black eyes. He blabbered, who are you? I shouted back, your worst nightmare, nigga. I loosed my tense muscles, the pupils of my eyes transitioned like of a cat’s, claws started to appear on my fingernails and toes, damn, I forgot about my new shoes! Hair growing into my face, sharping the contours of my features, making me look like Elvis who has not shaved for a while, a long while. My fangs, which was bigger and badder than his, started to appear. I love these babies.
The blood sucker’s face was serious now. By his expression, I reckon he had not had an encounter with a werewolf in his miserable life. Too bad I have to end his in a bit, nobody messes with the lady I like. Then I heard him say, fuck this! He darted towards me, he was fast for the untrained eye of a human, for me, he was slow, too slow, indeed. I just stood there with a clenched fist and hit him right in the nose. He pummeled to the ground. As he was struggling to his feet, I was gone in his perspective. He shouted, where are you? Show yourself?! He was going to die if that happens again, I was literally at his back. I whispered in his ear, au revoir, mothersucker, andI pulled out his throat. He turned to ashes, I like how they disappear. No mess to clean up, no blood except on your hands, quite efficient if you ask me.
Now, where is my shirt? They always get lost when I transform. I needed to talk to a fellow regarding that sill issue, but first, I needed to talk to the mates in the building. They needed to keep their mouths shut, or I will have to kill them, too. As for the lady friend, at least I know she is safe. For now. Her mouth will get her into trouble again if she does not learn when to stop being fucking courageous. Sheesh.