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The soft splashing of waves and cheers of her friends as they successfully caught a fish surrounded Shelby as she smiled off into the night. It was quite nice out here, a light river breeze snaking through as she talked with Scott, Pyro, and Owen. She went back to her fishing again, but then Scott had apparently run off, and Martyn had rejoined them.
“Where did Scott go?” Owen looked around before turning to Shelby.
“Hmm, I don’t know? I’ll go look for him though, since he’s my roommate.”
She ran off to go search, thoughts in her head about all the suspicions and paranoia going on in the town.
“If Scott turns out to be a vampire and he’s my roommate, he better not bite me.” She thought, laughing a little at the mere thought. Scott? A Vampire? How crazy were these people? Yes she believed that all the monster tales were real, but surely not Scott, right? She certainly didn’t think so. She walked a bit further before giving up on her search and turning on her heels.
“Couldn’t find him!” She called back to the group.
“Ah! He’s right here, everything’s fine.” Martyn yelled. Scott, with the skull he was using to torment Avid still on, was right behind him.
“Martyn, your friends are looking for you. They all said it was suspicious that you came down here by yourself.” Scott must’ve run into them when he had gone off.
“Ok, better be off then, bye!” Martyn turned and waved, before making his way back up the hill.
“Shall we move a bit further down the river? This area’s getting a bit barren of fish.” Owen inquired, brushing a stray hair from his face, and gesturing for the rest to follow. Shelby nodded and followed the others as they led the group further and further away from the main riverbank.
“Wow this is quite far away…” she muttered.
“Well did you not go further with your party earlier?” Scott asked.
“Oh yeah, that’s true.” She laughed nervously and shoved her suspicions to the side. Scott had made a good point, but Shelby was still uneasy. She told herself that the chills she felt were just wind, and nothing more.
Scott and Owen shared a glance and stopped.
“This probably works.” Scott locked eyes with Owen again, as though asking his statement. Works for what? Fishing? Anywhere works for that, unless…
“Yeah this is good.” Owen nodded, licking his lips and walking back towards Shelby. Ok, now the bad feelings and suspicions felt a lot more plausible. She took a step back and looked around. There was no one else around for miles. She looked back at their group.
“You didn’t bring me out here because it’s too far for anyone to hear me scream right?” Her breaths were getting heavier, and she let out a small nervous laugh. The group kept advancing, but Owen was staying a little further back than Scott and Pyro. It was too late to wonder why.
“Noo! Why would you think that?” Scott drawled, his features hidden by his skull, although his tone was dripping with sarcasm. Surely this was all a practical joke, right? But alas, no. Scott and Pyro lunged for her, and she caught a glimpse of Pyro's sharp teeth. No. Fangs. A guttural, blood-curdling scream escaped her lips as her blood was being sucked away by the lips of Scott and Pyro. She was fighting to keep consciousness, but the pain was unbearable.
“No… no… you’re kidding… YOU?” She looked at Scott incredulously. Her skin tore again, and she let out a whimper as the inexperienced Pyro viciously indulged in her blood. “Please… make it stop. Scott…” He had ditched his skull, and she could see now that his eyes were an unnatural red color. He paused, and took his fangs out of her arm for a moment. She heard a hissing noise, and felt Pyro back away. Had Scott just hissed at him? She couldn’t tell through the wave of dizziness that had come upon her. She began to fall, but was caught by Scott. His cold, dead flesh held her close to him. She tried to escape his hold, but she was held in his firm, yet gentle grasp. It would’ve been comforting, had she not known now what he was. A vampire.
“This part is always the worst, I’m sorry...” his breath tickled her neck, and she felt him hesitate. His fangs pierced her neck, and her vision faded to black.