The Conversion

Chapter One

Okay, so here it is, chapter one, I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it ;)

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Chapter One

My breaths came out loud and heavy through my mask as I ran down the deserted street, my boots splashing against the cold water on the pavement and gravel that was left over from the rainstorm earlier that day. The cold, dirty, rain smell was still there, drifting like a dark cloud threatening to drop again. And even though it was barely noon it felt like dusk, the sky was a boring slate grey, and it chilled the air around it. All of my senses were alert. My eyes darted around at every shadow, and I could hear even the slightest sounds of people running. Hiding. I knew I shouldn’t have left Tal and gone after the straggler by myself, but I also knew that he was safe. And I had taken out three of them by myself before, so how much harm could just the one do me?

I heard its footsteps stop, and I saw a door a few metres ahead open and close shut in less than a second. I ran faster, drawing my stake from its sheath at my side as I reached the small shop. The washed-out blue and red sign above my head signalled that at one time in the distant past it had been a fish and chip shop. Now? It was a hidey spot for vampires.

I only had a few seconds to get inside and be prepared, so I carefully drew open the door and slipped inside, shutting it as quickly as I could. I waited, ready for its attack. But it didn’t happen. What was going on? It would have heard me the second I opened the door, so why wasn’t it attacking?

It was too dark for me to see anything, and so I slowly shimmied along the wall to the window closest to the door. I grabbed at the paper sheet covering it and quickly pulled it away, my stake poised in front of me. That was when I saw why it hadn’t attacked me yet. There were another four of them at every exit. It was an ambush. And I had walked straight into it.

Two of them immediately charged, and as I pierced my stake through the first ones chest I pulled the gun that was taped to my calf, shooting the second one through the heart three times. It seemed easy, and I thought I was gonna win, but what I didn’t know was the ones that I had. . . ‘Killed’, were the distraction.

One of them grabbed me from behind, twisting my arm around my back, making my gun fall to the floor with a loud clatter. A second one came at me, so I kicked my legs out, using him as a lift-off I pushed off of him and swung around, kicking the one that had me in the face with the steel toe of my boot. He wasn’t dead, but the metal had stunned him, so I had a few minutes to get rid of the others.

I pushed my stake through the chest of the one closest to me, and another one ran at me. I crouched down, spinning around and kicking his legs out from underneath him, picking my gun up at the same time. As I spun back to face him I straightened, and as he jumped up I shot him in the chest a couple times. This was easier than I’d thought. Or so I had thought, before the one I’d kicked in the face grabbed my gun and me. He had his arm around my shoulder and his hand over my throat as he held the gun to the side of my face, ripping off my mask. Marvellous. I really hope he’s not contagious.

“Drop it,” he hissed in his cold, lifeless voice. My grip on the stake tightened.

“Stick it,” I told him. He chuckled, and the sound was emotionless. Then he stopped, and I forced myself not to wince when his cold arm constricted around my collarbone even tighter, threatening to crush it completely.

“Don’t play with me, girl,” he sneered through clenched teeth. “I said, drop it.”

“And I said, stick it!” I yelled.