Alana walked quickly and furtively down the deserted, brooding street that was Spinner's End. Breathing heavily with each step, she gazed over her shoulder repeatedly, convinced she was being watched. I hate going down this street by night, she thought to herself, why, oh why did I miss the bus? And as she walked she felt a cold chill descend upon her body, like a wave threatening to envelop her. It slowly slid its way up her back; inhibiting her limbs and making each step seem smaller, constricting her breaths to feeble, anorexic wisps and freezing her very heart. Alana was scared, heck, screw that, she was petrified. There was something about this particular street that always creeped her out: apart from the scarcity of streetlights, phonebooths, police or people in general, that is.
But for some reason, going down this street tonight just seemed a bit too ... sinister. She was convinced that someone ... or some people were watching her; following her every move; waiting to capture her. Then she heard it. A loud Crack! And before she knew it, she was running away, screaming at the night. She had no idea who or what was following her, and she didn't care, she just needed to get away ... to get home. That was her last thought before she tripped, colliding into one of the few working streetlight poles.
Head aching with a sore body to match, Alana struggled to get back up, holding onto the pole for support. At least now I have some decent light, she thought, groaning to herself. Then she surveyed her surroundings clumsily, trying to get her bearings. What she saw nearly made her faint again. The street was no longer deserted. Instead it was quite populated by a group of tall, pale people: men and women; all with looks of either lust or hunger on their faces. And they were slowly getting closer, steadily getting illuminated by the light of the streetlamp. What Alana saw shocked her, their lips were a deep, deep red, being almost crimson. But what scared her most was the sharp white objects which peeked beneath those lips; their fangs.
What kinda freaks are they? She thought to herself, but out loud she said, in a more scared voice than intended, "Who are you people?"
No answer. Instead they slithered over to her even more quickly, wanting eyes piercing her body while moans of deep need invaded her ears. She needed to escape from them, but she was petrified to the spot.
"Please, leave me alone! Don't come any closer!"
And with that she attempted to run away from the menacing group, but her head seared with blinding pain, nearly making her collapse again. Thankfully she hung onto the pole, not like running would make a difference. She was surrounded, and these things only got closer and closer. I'm going to die here, thought Anna, her consciousness steadily leaving her, I don't know why, but I'm going to freaking die here. And with that thought her legs buckled from underneath her, making her collapse onto the ground. Clinging to the pole she cried out "Someone, anyone, HELP!!!"
But as expected, no one answered; the monster club surrounding her just laughed. Then one of them, a man with exceptionally long fangs, loped up towards her, a wide, demented grin on his face.
"Oh, I'll help you alright babe, then I'll help myself to some of your boiling, succulent blood!" he said, only a few feet away from her now. Disgusted, Alana took up the biggest rock she could find, and desperately threw it straight at the man. It never reached his face; the man disappeared altogether. Then she felt a sharp pain to her neck, and a drop of blood trickled down from it as she gasped in pain and surprise.
"Good ... we have a feisty one here" the man said, extending his tongue to lick away the drop of blood. She shuddered intensely in disgust. What the hell is he? Alana thought, no one can move so fast. And then she plunged her hand in her bag for her pepper spray but the man stopped her, seizing her wrist and wrapping his arm around her body, rendering Alana helpless.
"Now just be a good girl and we won't kill you ... immediately" the man said with a depraved tone of voice, sliding his filthy, scarred hand up her body to cup her breast, violently rubbing the rough fabric of her dress on her nipples. She wailed and struggled, trying to break free from his grasp, but in vain; he was too strong.
"Don't worry baby, we'll all take good care of you ..." he whispered in her ear, opening his mouth wide to bury his fangs in her neck. Alana squeezed her eyes shut in despair; not only were they going to kill her, but rape her and God knows what beforehand. Why is this happening to me? Alana thought, hearing the jeering voices of the crowd closing in on her. Her head hurt, her legs hurt, her chest hurt from her assailant's rough advances and now this same freak was about to bury his fangs in her neck. Even now he was squeezing her neck, making it hard to breathe. Alana couldn't take it anymore. Her consciousness, which was steadily slipping ever since she collided with that pole, definitely took a backseat now.
Her eyes closed, she gave into the darkness of her mind, her other senses shutting down, helping her retreat far into herself, where no one could hurt her. Meanwhile, the person holding her made strange noises, as if he was angry. But that was trivial. She didn't care now, not even noticing that the man was taking quite long to bite her. She laughed to herself, bite ... what is he, a vampire? And with that last thought, she departed into the sanctuary that was her dreams.
*
Alana opened her eyes slowly, feeling thoroughly, and strangely ... rested. That's weird. She thought, wasn't I being attacked by vampires a second ago? No, that couldn't have happened. Bringing her hand up to her neck, she felt it slowly; no wound. Apart from that she was unharmed, and her clothes were intact.
