Fate

Fate Two

I thought it was probably best I got out of here before people started arriving, so I steadily walked over to my truck and cranked the heating up and turned the radio on; an automatic thing to do. I couldn't even think straight, let alone walk straight. I knew I shouldn't be driving, with the blood I lost I was dizzy and uncoordinated.

With a kick, it started. I wasn't a speeder, but I didn't like going at a snails pace either. Shuffling back in my seat I began driving toward my house. A dark pit in my stomach, threatening to engulf me to a world of blackness.

    Although, not even half way, I saw a police car, and ambulance and what looked like three body bags. Nervously I edged over to them and climbed out leaving my door open. Officer R. Blanch - a family friend, had a note pad and was writing something down whilst paramedics checked the bodies. From the looks of things, there wasn't a darn thing they could do. Those bodies were already dead.

Blanch had thick brown wirey hair and an old man's mustache, with his tiny build and big feet, it didnt make him very good at running. How he got his job, I will never know.

"Whats going on Robert?" I asked as soon as I was in his hearing range. He turned to me, looking grim and said; "Three drunks. Believe they were a-heading home, from Sam's place. You dont mind, indentifying them do yah? It would be of great help?"

"Of course." I nodded. I would always give my help to those who needed it.

Blanch told the paramedics to stop and show me the bodies. I may have seen them since I worked at the Colored Dot's and we got plenty of drunks coming in last night. I braced my self as a young woman unzipped a body bag and pealed it open for me to see inside.

 Leaning closer I looked down into the face of a man in about his, late 40's. He was bulky and and stout with a whispy black beard and rotting teeth. He did look vaguely familiar, then I realised he was the guy that had shouted that someone was a FilthyBlood- !

Oh! A shiver ran down my spine. He must've been talking 'bout the man- I mean- Vampire that...bit...me. Oh my God, he killed him? How,-But how did he- Urgh!

Why were they beating him in the car park? How'd they know?

I looked to the man's neck and noticed a slash down his throat. Instant death, but he still looked to have blood inside him. I suppose, any sane creature wouldnt want to drink tainted blood? I mentally slapped myself in the head. I was starting to think like them!                                                             Perhaps these mens killings were murderous revenge plans after beating the vampire to the ground?

Slowly I motioned for the lady to unzip the next bag, then the next. They were some of the men that had hit the Vampire. I had also served two of them last night.

Each with a slit down their throat.

I sat back on to the grass staring at the sky. This vampire just couldnt be bothered to clean up after his self. I almost rolled my eyes. Almost.

"Miss? What is that on your neck?" The lady holding the zip back asked.

I blushed and remembered you could see the mark he'd left.

"Ugh...Boyfriend gave me a nasty hickey" I covered quickly, then almost slapped myself in the forehead. What an idiot. A nasty hickey? Please, who would buy that bull-

"Oh, alright. Be careful next time you're at it." The lady smiled slightly. I dropped my mouth, did she just lecture me on my sexual life? (The non-existent sexual life)