(This is my story and I own all rights.)
(Found by chance)
It was well into the night as Shania sat on the couch waiting for her roommate to return. She’d left well over an hour ago to get a movie rental and a takeout pizza. Shania couldn’t help but become concerned; Candice had never taken this long before. A glance outside made her even more worried. It was fully dark out, and Shania knew what horrors one could find lurking about after nightfall.
Shania waited a few more minutes and decided it was time to go find her roommate. She slipped on her teal suede jacket, grabbed her keys and headed out of the door. She walked quickly down the hall and stairs to the first floor. Finding there were several people around the ground level of the dorms, she hoped there would be several people on the streets as well. Vampires didn’t normally attack open crowds. They’d rather trap a large crowd in a contained area.
Reaching the outside night, her hope soared upon seeing several people walking about. Pleased, she headed into the night. Candice always walked the same route so Shania wasn’t worried she’d miss her.
Shania walked for a while so focused on finding Candice, she didn’t notice the amount of people out drastically dwindled the further she went. It wasn’t until she turned down another sidewalk and there was no one in sight that she realized there seemed to be nobody else around. She swallowed uneasily but continued on. The movie rental place wasn’t far.
Suddenly, Shania heard a whimper and she stopped to listen. “Please don’t...”
Shania recognized the voice instantly. It was Candice. Two scenarios came to her mind. One was someone was trying to rape her roommate, but the second was a vampire. While the second scenario held much more to fear than the first, Shania knew she had to help her friend either way.
She scanned the area for a weapon. Sighting a big stick, she picked it up and went toward her friend’s voice as it traveled out of a secluded area. “Get away from her!” Shania demanded to a man’s back. Slowly, the man look over his shoulder and Shania froze.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Shania,” teased the man- if a man could describe who Shania knew he was.
“Let her go, Jasper,” Shania said. She recognized the vampire immediately. The vampire didn’t agree or disagree. The woman with the stick looked at Candice. “Go Candice. Get back to our room.”
“Your room?” A woman’s voice inquired. Hesitantly Shania looked to her right to see a female vampire she recognized as well.
“Antoinette,” Shania acknowledged. She watched as Antoinette looked from her to Candice but she didn’t like the cruel smile that suddenly crossed the vampire’s face. “Don’t,” she warned.
“You’re hardly in a position to make requests,” Antoinette snapped. “Your friend is free game. You don’t have favor with my master anymore. I just may let Jasper have this girl and drain you myself!”
“I do hope you did not just threaten to kill Shania.”
Antoinette stiffened as much as Shania did when a third vampire made his presence known. She didn’t need to turn around to know the identity of the third vampire, the woman knew where and who the vampire was.
“Shania?” Candice said softly. She was clearly scared and ignorant as to what was happening. “What’s going on?” Her fear grew by the second. Shania turned away from Candice, unable to see her roommate in such pain.
“Can you make her forget?” Shania asked, hopeful.
“Perhaps,” The third vampire whispered in her ear. She knew that the vampire was so close, one move and they would be touching. A moment later the girl felt the vampire touch her hair and a shiver went down her spine. There was no doubt if the vampire decided to kill her, she would have no time to react.
A moment later she sensed the vampire step away from her as he removed his hand from her hair. Slowly he walked around to look at the girl’s face. “I’m disappointed in you, Shania.”
Shania didn’t reply; she didn’t need to. She knew why he was disappointed in her. She’d run away from them, after all. Shania hadn’t run out of fear, however, it was out of the need of freedom. There had never been a time she’d feared Roland would hurt her. He had never been cruel to her. It was when Roland had become very controlling of her life she had felt the need to escape.