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Lance;
It was a cold and windy night. The silver moon alighted the dark stony grey cobblestones, carefully picking my way avoiding rubbish that had been tossed carelessly from people’s windows and hands, I made my way to the murky bridge. Boring at day and consumed by the buzz of people but however by night it was mysterious and peaceful, absorbed by soft whooshing of the river below I allowed my mind to wonder. Work had been horrendous, long and dull, my fingers and back ached, I barely had enough of the silver coins to pay my rent. I sighed, my breath spilling out onto the cold air and making a silvery smoke, reminding me of my father’s strong cigars.
His need and addiction for them grew after my mother died, the child he loved had destroyed her. We watched as the babe was ripped from her womb and the blood vibrant against her pale ghost like skin. Death was plentiful in the house as the young babe soon died a mere couple days later. I scarcely remember her, all I know is that I have her eyes, a soft yet piercing cobalt blue. Although my father lays dead cold in a grave, the scars are fresh and plentiful.
I approached the bridge; I noticed a cloaked figure limping towards me? It seemed to be injured, behaving animalistic, dark black blood trailed him. I grew wary, I felt my palms become sweaty as I hastily rubbed them across my trousers, a bead of cold sweat ran down my back and down my temples, my caramel brown hair sticking to my face. The figure groaned slightly, rearing its head up and looking through me. It was a human.. A human? It was a male, with amethyst eyes and dark as midnight hair. Lunging towards me but it seemed as if his legs failed, he head planted straight into my chest, growling deeply, I held him gently feeling my hands suddenly covered in a thick warm substance, it was his blood. I gasped, my breath leaving my body as soon as it came. I gripped the boy tightly and took him to my home.
My home at first glance wasn’t the most attractive or amazing home. It was cheap and barren, some windows were boarded up and the roof continuously threatened to cave in. I dragged the boy in, placing him on the simple bed, I heard it groan and creak under the weight, praying it would hold the boy. I peeled his soiled bloody clothes off, revealing, thankfully for me, he had a white tunic on underneath, my hands ran down the boy’s body feeling the bumps of his muscles, I managed to find the source of the bleeding. Three deep claw marks ran across his chest, I listened intently for the boys breathing but heard nothing, I quickly leapt into action going to feel his neck before he suddenly leapt up and gripped my hand in a iron grip. My eyes were wide as I looked deeply into his violet eyes, I noticed different shades of light purples and some shades of pink.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He growled bearing his teeth, I saw at once to my horror he was a vampire. His sharp fangs gleamed in the moonlight, I whimpered slightly.
“Y-you were injured. A-and and I tried to help, you were on the bridge and bleeding and I only wanted to help” I whimpered out staring at the vampire, instead of a face of anger the vamp only wore a face of confusion, muttering under his breath “help?” He slowly released me, I saw his mask of confusion was replaced with pain.
“Please..let me help you?” I understood what I was dealing was wrong, being with vampires was permitted and everyone always said how vampires are just animals, ruthless and maniacal. But this one seemed different, he also looked kind of handsome. His untamed mullet sculpted his heart shaped face, amethyst eyes with shards of light and dark purples with splashes of pink, dark circles lined his eyes making them appear more sunken in. His skin clear and milky white, a soft button nose and plump salmon pink lips. He nodded slowly, refusing to say anymore, he slouched as well, maybe he hadn’t eaten in a while?
It seemed like he didn’t have any strength left to even hold himself up or put up a fight. How long had he been out there in this vicious winter? Although my home was barren and desolate, I was moderately warm and still made it through to winter. Many people who had been homeless had vanished from the streets and many kept saying that the winter had got them.
“How long have you been out there?” I asked timidly pulling the white fabric up slightly and attending to his wounds, he winced slightly, as I applied an antiseptic formula on his wounds. He didn’t reply and I understood that. I finished with dressing his wounds, placing bandages on them. “My name is lance” I said to the vampire, his skin was so cold and smooth. It was like touching marble.
He kept staring at the wall; I nodded to myself as I got up. “You can have my bed, I’ll sleep outside, I’ll be in the hall in you need me?” I whispered softly, backing out of the room. It had a thick stony silence. I was still untrusting of the vampire and still had so many questions to ask him, I’d never gotten this close to one.
Propaganda was everywhere about them and it spread like wildfire. Stories and tales were spread but no one had truly seen one, we had only been warned, however when some people went missing the town became more and more scared. Shops were shut for months and schools were closed. Many spent their time indoors, blinds shut tightly. Some people called the AOPH, Agency Of Protecting Humans, came everyone was less scared. The AOPH had many weapons which were blessed by the pope, they had silver bullets and stakes, and dressed in heavy gear many of the small children were scared. The AOPH drove them, the vampires, out and slaughtered them like cows. Everyone praised them as heroes but many called them sadistic.
I placed my head on the wooden floor boards my body demanding rest as I fell into a deep slumber thinking about tonight.