Tara threw open the subbasement door and frantically ran up the stairs. She had never been more terrified in her entire life than she was right now. She shook her head side to side in an attempt to take back her reality; there was no way that this was truly happening! She pushed open the door to the main lobby and hurried outside into the darkening sky.
Tara rushed past a boy walking into the dorm, startled he fell backwards and began cursing at her. She heard nothing and continued forward. Where could she go? Her mind was racing; she couldn't keep any single though in her head besides run. Run as far and as fast as she possibly could.
Professor Miller. She would know what to do, she would know what that... thing was.
Tara ran; she ran around benches, jumped over roots and pushed through a crowd of angry students. She knew she would regret this tomorrow, but for now all she could think of what that creature. 'Claire', with her hypodermic teeth and her sirens melody.
The sun was beginning to set, shadows danced alongside her as she ran.
As she reached Professor Millers office she prayed she was in. Tara ran inside and hurried up the four flights of stairs, she wasn't out of breath once she reached the top. Her adrenaline was pumping far too hard for her to feel exhaustion.
Tara looked at Professor Millers door, light shone out of the bottom. She was in!
Tara quickly ran over and pulled open the door. Professor Miller was sitting in her chair going through paper work. She looked up startled and gasped when she saw she frightened child in front of her.
"Oh my goddess, Tara are you all right?" Professor Miller stood up and quickly hurried over to her. "Come in, come in, sit down child; what happened?" She walked behind Tara and closed the door, locking it.
Tara sat and placed her head in her hands. This was the first time she had rested since...since she saw that... thing.
"You're bleeding." Tara winced, that's just what James had said to her when all of this began. She was fine before she met him, everything since that moment had been pure hell.
She let go of her head and looked at herself. Her hand was gushing blood. Her clothing, arms and now her face were wet with a pink sticky slime.
"Professor Miller..." Tara started but was hushed with a hand.
"Call me Deb, honey, we are past formalities, I believe." Deb searched through her book shelves until she found a metal box. She opened it and grabbed out ace bandages, alcohol wipes and gauze. She began to clean Tara's hand. "Do you want to tell me what happened to you that has you running through campus looking like a serial killer?"
"Something tried to kill me, Profes...Deb." Tara began to shake as she remembered the terrifying creature.
"What was it honey, can you describe it to me?" Deb had cleaned Tara's wound and after placing the gauze, wrapped it up with an ace bandage. "Keep pressure on this and it will stop soon."
"I don't even know." Tara kept pressure on her palm and stared at an open book on Debs desk. "I was doing laundry and there was this girl... She was a regular girl one minute, then I cut my hand and the next... The next minute she had these bloodshot eyes...and her face it...I heard the bones in her face breaking...her nose it...caved into itself..."
"And her teeth were sharp rows of shark's teeth? Though more needle like than anything else?" Tara looked up, dumbfounded.
"How did you..."
"Did you forget honey; I do this for a living. You had the unpleasant luck of running into a Vampire." Deb walked over to the bookshelf again and ran her finger along the book spines until she came upon a dark green book. She pulled it off of the shelf and walked over to her seat. "There are a few different, what you would call, breeds of vampires I suppose. They have many common traits, one being that they can walk in daylight, contrary to popular belief. Pretty much all well-known information on vampires is completely false.
"The one you ran into has the wonderful nickname, Eater. They're vicious predators feeding on blood mostly, but if hungry or angry enough have been known to consume an entire corpse. They are considered to be one of the deadliest of the species. See, they have this... ability, let's call it; They somehow entrance their victims and eventually paralyze them. I have never had the actual pleasure of meeting one of these, but the other Vampire species talk of them as if they're royalty. I'm actually quite surprised that you escaped from one."
Deb stood back and looked at Tara, eyes full of concern. She set the book down on her desk.
"I'm actually very surprised. Once an eater has smelled blood there is normally no stopping them. How did you get away, I don't see any actual marks on you, either?"
"See, Deb, that's where this gets even more confusing. I kind of, killed her... I think." Tara let go of her hand and peaked behind the ace bandage; the bleeding had stopped. She took the wrapping off revealing the start of a scar.
Deb grabbed her hand and looked in disbelief.
"What are you, Tara? There's no way a human, without years of training, could kill a simple vampire, let alone an Eater. What happened?"
"This is going to sound crazy but you have to stay with me ok?" Deb nodded. "Ok so when Claire was trying to work her mojo on me I could see it happening. I could see it coming out of her and wafting around me. I reached out and grabbed it, I guess, and pushed it back against her. She flew across the room and started shaking. White foam came out of her mouth and her eyes started bleeding." Tara closed her eyes and shook her head. That image had burned its way into her mind. There was no way she wouldn't see that face every time she closed her eyes.
"I think I can help you Tara, but you're going to have to trust me, all right?"
Deb grabbed her cell phone and walked over to the door, she opened it and walked into the hallway. Closing the door, a large smile graced her face. Finally, something amazing happened that would be her sure way into the Wolf pack.
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"Where is he!" James bellowed storming through the house, his voice resonating through the halls. Everyone scurried around him, darting into open rooms and quickly closing the doors behind them; no one dared to get in the Alphas way when he was mad. In fact, no one had ever seen him like this before.
"He's... he's not here sir..." A young women said hiding behind a door. Her head stuck out just enough that her curly red locks were visible. "The last time he was here was when you all were here. That was over a week ago. I promise sir, no one here has seen him since." The women's voice shook as she spoke.