That Cliché Vampire

Heart, Stop Beating

I try to look around, but I'm only met with darkness. The cold stares at me with enough resilience to make a shiver go down my spine. The sound of nothing is tossed back and forth in my ear drums. It's the worst thing a guy could possibly hear.

I stumble onto my feet and cough out some wasted blood against the wall. Man, I think those guys broke my nose. Should I try to pop it back into place? What else did they do? They beat me up, knocked me out, and called me a coward just because I didn't give them a stupid gun. I want to live too, you know? Not that I can die; I just don't like pain.

I feel around the room for a light switch or something. I fail at this task, but luckily, I find a door handle instead. It's slightly cool and metallic like, and surprisingly, not locked.

Oh, ho, ho... Those bastards are really gonna get it. I tried to keep my chill with them earlier, but now they forced me to get out the fangs. One for taking my stuff, and the other for knocking me out. Plus, they left me in a maggot infested wasteland of a room. I swear if I have Ebola or something...

I open the door in a quick motion and locate the target in my peripheral vision. That one, the one with jet black hair and sly eyes, was the one that set me up. He was the one that tricked me into thinking I was getting a free ride. He was almost a friend. Next time, I won't trust some idiot that comes up to me asking if I need a ride.

My head snaps in his direction as I bolt towards him. He turns to look at me and tries to get out of the way. I get one glimpse of the fear on his face and I give a sly smile. His eyes widen in disbelief and confusion. I grab his shoulder and head to expose his neck. Before he can protest, I bite down as hard as I possibly can, just so that he can experience as much pain as possible. The flavor in my mouth can't be beat by anything else. It almost puts you in a trance. Of course, it's always broken by the victim's screams and attempts to get away, but after a while, they give up and you're left to dwell on your own accord.

The sound of a door opening starts to echo my way. It's so quiet I can hear the hinges creaking and the knob hitting the wall. Then I sense metallic footsteps, but in confidence, I ignore them. Just two more seconds of this is completely worth it. I can always deal with them later, anyway.

"Are you infected?" I hear a rowdy redneck guy shout from a reasonable distance. His over exaggerated gasp ticks me off even more since his breath can already be heard through the dead silence that now lives in this room. I can almost smell his pretension slowly leaving his bones.

I roughy pull my head away from the black haired guy and push him to the ground. He goes limp and his eyes almost pop out of his skull when his head falls on the rusty chainsaw on the floor. I look away as the blood starts to crawl out from his cranium.

"No," I mutter, "it's worse than that." I wipe a streak of dripping blood from my lip with my sleeve and send a bloodshot stare to the redneck. His orange mustache and beard crowd his emotionless face and move around as his expression changes. In fear, he stands completely still and allows the rifle he was holding to get pulled out of his hand by gravity.

He quivers and starts to say, "I-I won't tell anyone if you-"

"Shut up," I demand, "I hate it when people talk to me." I roll my eyes at him and pick up a throwing knife from the table beside me. It's easy to spot, as the rest of the scene is brown and rusty. I hope that southern hillbilly knows what's coming. He's an idiot for not taking a shot at me. If I was a zombie, he would already be dead.

"Where'd you put my gun?" I ask, taking a couple steps towards him. I give a "friendly" smile and await a reply. His eyes dart around for a moment or two as he looks at the tables and the exit next to him. I can tell he's thinking about running, and I can't have someone going around telling people that they just saw a vampire. Sure, they would think he's crazy and probably kill him, but then they would come here to prove him wrong.