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I think I just ran over...a vampire? (Prologue) |
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Driving at night sucks. No, it really sucks. Especially when you're alone, coming back from visiting a college and driving on a road that is surrounded by cornfields on either side.
I know, I know. That should have been the first clue that something bad would happen. But I ignored it and continued to drive. In the middle of nowhere. Alone. Ok. I'm an idiot. Sue me. I just wanted to get home and sleep.
The moon was high in the country-side sky, casting a white glow over the cornfields, extending the shadows and keeping the middle of the field dark.
The tour guide at the college I had just visited hadn't been that nice. I almost got an ulcer from holding in all the comments I wanted to scream out at the a**hole. I mean, you don't have to speak slowly to me I didn't say "what?" because I didn't understand I said it because no one was paying attention and was talking amongst themselves. I was trying to pay attention, but if that's the reponse I get, I'll go else where for my education.
My thoughts were lost as I drove down the dark road, the radio tuned to static- which I quickly shut off- (I had never been the same since The Ring. Stupid tv static.) and continued to debate with myself on which school I should turn my education over to.
Maybe I should just go to Oxford. Screw homesickness. I was the kind of person who wanted to stay in the same state that I was familiar with, but hey, I want to be successful. Still lost in my thoughts, I kept my eyes on the road.
That was the moment I should have noticed something shaking the cornstalks to my right, but the debate had taken over my thoughts. It wasn't until a silhouette emerged from the fields that I snapped out of it. It had stepped into the road. In front of my car. I finally pulled myself from my shock and slammed on the brakes. Too late.
THUD. BA-DUM DUMM DOOM!
The thing I had hit tumbled over my hood, cracking the windsheild, denting my roof, and landed behind the car. Once I stopped the car, I began to shake. I looked at myself in the rearview mirror and saw that a few pieces of glass had broken away from the windshield and had grazed my left cheek. Blood droplets formed at the surface of the cut and slowly rolled down my face.
My brown hair had fallen over my face and as I watched the drops of blood make tracks down my face, my blue eyes widened in horror.
"Oh, sh*t....oh....sh*t!" I breathed. Looking past my reflection, I spotted the lump of...whatever I had hit, lying on the ground. Not moving.
I just hit a freaking deer, kept running through my mind as i unbuckled and opened the car door, still shaking. What do I do? What do I do?! What the fu*k?
I cautiously approached the lump until I saw an arm at a weird angle and shoes in the red glow my backlights had provided. My stomach fell to my a** as I turned and puked into the cornstalks. My knees had finally given out as I sat on the dirt road. Sorry about the corn Mr. Farmer... then I thought What if I hit the farmer? Oh God, oh no.
I heard a groan and cautiously crawled over to the person and settled down down next to them, my hands hovering over the body as I debated whether to touch him or not. He had a huge gash on his arm, his shoulder was out of its socket and he looked like he had a broken ankle. And yes, it was a guy. I could tell from the 5 o'clock shadow on his face...Why do they call it a 5 o'clock shadow? I mean, it's like 11 now and-
Another groan brought me back to reality, where I hit myself in the head with the heel of my hand.
Concentrate damnnit! You just hit a guy!
"Can you hear me sir? Can you move or say anything? Sir?"
My shaky words seemed to have snapped the guy out of his daze as he tried to stand up, but failed miserably.
"You shouldn't move. You'll make it worse." I never thought I'd have to say those words, but here I am crouching over a guy I hit, trying to calm him down. *Sigh* This just isn't my day.
He looked around and I noticed his matted black hair that was streaked with blood and his green eyes were scanning through the cornstalks that surrounded us. I got a really bad feeling then.
"It's coming..." he mumbled. His voice was deep and it took me a while to make myself think of what he said and not just how sexy he sounded.
"What? The ambulance?" I smacked myself in the head again. Ambulance! That's right! God, that's what you do in this situation...ugh I have to start using the common sense I have left. I was shifting to go back to the car for my cell when--
SNAP.
I looked back at the guy who was now pushing his arm back into it's socket. Then he rolled it around and looked at his foot.
CRACK.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" I shouted as the guy snapped his ankle back into place and was now testing in on the ground. He looked at his arm where there was a bloody gash and wiped the blood away.
There was no friggin' cut. I stared at the place where just a moment ago I could have sworn I saw his bone the cut was so deep. I stood up and began to walk over to him.
His head snapped its attention to the crops on our right and I screamed.
There was some thing that was stepping out of the cornstalks. I first saw the claw, yes a claw, push the stalks out of its way. Many of them snapped and fell to the ground. The claw was followed by a foot, well not really a foot, it was more of a huge paw. Finally the thing emerged for the shadows and snorted in the direction where the guy was standing. I could feel my eyes water as I opened them to their limits as I stared at the body in front of me. It was covered it silver-blue fur. Its face consisted of a muzzle and small beady eyes. My own eyes went to the sky.
Full moon. You have to be sh*tting me...
It lunged at the guy and I fell to the ground again, watching the fight in front of me....What? Like I could do anything? They were punching and biting...
Biting?...
Then the guy's face was in the moonlight. He had four inches of fangs coming out of his mouth, trying to push the werewolf off of him as it tried to choke the guy. He used his elbow to strike at the werewolf's forearms and when it fell forward, he widened his mouth and bit into the thing's neck, ripping the werewolf's throat out. The thing gave a sputtering noise as it twitched on the ground, trying to breathe air. After a moment it drowned in its own blood and lay there motionless.
The guy stared at the corpse for a moment longer, then turned to me, his expression serious. That was the last thing I remembered before I fainted.
 VicinityObscenity · Fri Jan 25, 2008 @ 01:18am · 0 Comments |
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