The Vamps Preferences

#81 - He is a... (Full preference).

Brad-

A stressful day at work had taken its toll. Severely worked up and angry you stormed through the front door to your house. You lived alone so no one was in, just your pet dog.

Normally the only way that you can relieve your stress is by walking - taking in the fresh air seemed to calm your anger and worries. You got your dogs lead and took it out of the house, locked the door and walked to the end of the street and into the woods where the dog could run free and stretch its legs.

After walking the paths for about 15 minutes your dog bolted into the distance ahead and started barking uncontrollably. You shouted it's name over and over again to try and get it to come back or be quiet but nothing worked.

Your dog was one of the sweetest dogs you'd met. It never barked at anything. The only time it did bark was when it sensed danger. Danger. Danger.

You began to worry at the danger that was ahead.

All of a sudden the barking stopped and your dog ran towards you yelping and crying with its tail between its legs. You wondered what had happened, who had hurt it. But you couldn't see a scratch on its body.

You heard a cracking off a branch and silent heaving off someone or something. You couldn't really see but in the distance stood a figure, it began to get closer to you.

Do you run? Do you get closer to it?

You froze on the spot unable to move or think. Your dog sending you even more signals of danger but you couldn't do anything. You were just frozen.

The figure got close to reveal something hairy, hairier than a normal person. It was quite scary looking. It's teeth showing and a slight growl to its breathing.

You ran as fast as you could, for as long as you could manage.

The creature didn't follow immediately but after a bit you could hear running footsteps and feel the presence of it behind you.

A hand on your shoulder and you gasped in shock as it abruptly spun you around to face it.

It... It had changed, it was no longer as scary looking, it had more human features but with a lot of facial hair. It was quite cute despite the facial hair.

It was like the scary, fierce werewolf had suddenly changed into a calm puppy.

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James-

"Get away from me!" You shouted to the pale looking boy.

He stood getting closer to your neck.

You weren't ready to change, not now at least, and not for James.

James was nice and maybe once he was the love of your life but was he really worth changing your lifestyle for him - to live on blood?

You had to take everything into deep consideration. With the seconds you had left before it was all over or the seconds you had to get away, you had to decide.

Run away and have a normal life or go to the dark side.

He was inches away, no time to think and no time to run. You just had to go with it. Deal with the pain and become one of them...

You tossed and turned, reliving the nightmare of the moment his teeth met your skin...

Awoken sharply by your boyfriend you began to realise that James was not a vampire and you could carry on living your normal life together as one.

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Connor-

They are everywhere and there's nothing you can do but run and hide if they come for you.

No weapons just bare fists. Connor was trying to act all hard but you knew it was scaring him.

Zombies. Problem? Yes.

No matter where you go there's always one, two, three, multiple ones that surround you instantly.

You and Connor had locked yourselves in an abandoned house after your old one got raided. Old, rotten furniture covered the doors to attempt to stop anything getting in.

You hid upstairs on the floor with a few blankets that you salvaged from your old home.

You forced yourself to sleep. Knowing that you probably wouldn't get anymore in the days to come and that you haven't had much recently. You were woken abruptly by the moans of the... Zombies. Connor tried, he tried his hardest, but it just wasn't enough. It was too late. He got scratched and bitten. You fought away the remaining zombies as it was the least you could do for Connor - let him go in peace. You stayed there by his side until his last breath as a human life was taken. Tears streamed down your face like a waterfall. You'd lost the one you loved deeply and had nowhere or no one to run to.

His toes and his fingers began to twitch, his second life was about to begin. You made a dash for the door but realised why where your running from the one you loved?

If he bit you would he know you as a zombie? Would he know who you are or who you were?

It left you thinking: can zombies learn to love one another?

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Tristan-

Death. It's hard to come to terms with. The feeling is weird you're dead but alive. Nobody can see you, hear you, feel you but you can hear and see everyone else. You and Tristan had died together. In a way that was unfair and unjust. A way that neither of your lives were retrievable. Murder. Two shots. One for Tristan and one for you. The killer got prison for life for a double homicide. At least your killer got to live his life sentence.

Your current life/death was hard. You could still communicate with Tristan but you can't touch each other's hands. One of the things that kills you (but you're already dead) is the craving to hold his hand, just like old times.

Revenge?

You and Tristan decided to visit your killer and mess with his head a little bit. It consisted of moving things, scratching the wall the main thing that got to him though was the water from the taps.

If you put lots of energy into doing things then it becomes visible to the living. So both you and Tristan but your strength into turning a tap on that was in his cell.

His reaction was wild and amusing. First it was confusion then worry and then he became extremely paranoid. You left it at that and didn't return a second time.

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For @vegemitecon not sure if these are any good or what you expected.

Katie xxx