Fate

Fate One

~One~

The Cafe wasn't the best, but there was something Homey about the place. With it's tiny bar and worn stools-  that screeched along the floor when moved,-  the always moving fans, installed ever since, Jamie; the delivery man complained about the air conditioning being broke. The summers down here were sweltering.

Even the old light bulb that constantly flashes in the girls bathroom. Yep. This was my Home. My life. Later, after my shift when I was packing away my things along with Kerri and Joanna. (The other two waitress' that worked alongside me in the night shift.) Sam came in looking apologetic but in a rush to go somewhere, his top shirt buttons undone in a hurried manner.

   "Sorry gals, but, do one of you mind taking out the trash when you leave? I got to be off." As soon as the words 'Take out the trash' left his lips, Kerri began picking at her plastic nails and puffing up her already puffed up blonde extensions. Joanna, a Gothic Goddess, just glared, her tongue running over her snake bites. I sighed. Looks like I will have to do the dirty work then. Moving forward I said; "Here, I will."

"Life saver baby!" Sam called running out into the night to his car.

     Kerri blew a sigh of relief, patted me on the back sympathetically and hurtled out the door.  Joanna gave me a sideways glance before picking up her belongings and stalking out the door. It was dark outside. Because Sam is courteous he left the back light on for  me. The moon light showed only my truck left in the lot. I longed to be in there with my jazzed  up radio and the heat on my feet. I raised my shoulders against the cold air and picked up the two bin-bags.

I made my way slowly across to the dumpster. Tonight was particuailry cold and a strange foggy frozen mist had settled a little way back in the forest. Keeping my eyes on the dumpster, paranoia crept up into my bones and I shivered. I glanced around quickly when I felt like I was being watched. Something suddenly shot out from beneath me and I tripped underneath what looked like a hand.

I shrieked and landed hard on the floor. The trash spread around me. It looked like A dead man but then I heard him groan and face me. It looked like he had black spikey hair and bright electric blue eyes. I gasped noticing he was hurt and slowly shifted my weight over to him, my brain freezing up in shock.

"Oh My Gosh!" I cried falling down on to all fours and edging closer to the bleeding man, no older than 27. I put my hand out to crawl closer again, when his hand came down on top of it. He grabbed my upper arms and dragged me on top of him with apparent ease. I gasped and struggled trying to free myself, It was only when he flipped us over so I was underneath did I realize he was butt naked. I tried to keep my panic striken eyes on his face and not his perfectly defined abs or his, southern regions. He smirked before leaning down, revealing a fanged mouth. With one more glance, he bit, just above the nape of my neck. I let out a strangled scream that burned through my body.

He slowly began to draw  out my blood. He's A Bloomin' VAMPIRE! were my last thoughts, before an unatural grogginess took over me.

***

When I awoke, I was cold and stiff. Almost like I was glued to the floor I lay upon.

I tried opening my eyes but found that very difficult to do since they felt like they weighed a ton- No exaggeration. All I could see was darkness, panicking I tried again. I was so tired, my limbs were aching and the exertion I was putting in to opening my eyes, was just making me feel even worse.

 With much effort I was able to see again. I was still in the cold damp parking lot with only my truck in view. No other workers were here yet do I presumed it was some time before opening hours.         My mind was dark and fuzzy, like after having a really bad hang-over. I slowly sat up craning my neck from side to side. What the hell happened?

Then suddenly memories of last night came flooding back to me.

Taking out the trash.

Falling over the man.

Pulling me over ontop of him.

The bite.....

The BITE!

 I had to lie back down as my head fluttered with images and I felt it hard to breathe.

 Oh Good Baby Jesus! I thought, dancing my fingers along the puncture marks indented in my skin. Vampire's? In Delaware? Maybe it was all in my imagination...maybe my drink was spiked or-

HOLY SH-

I was bitten by a fictional character!

I slowly stood up, again, stretching out my muscles that were now aching painfully.

He had just left me here! 

Alive...?