Vampire comes to India(#YourStoryIndia)

Chapter 1 - Mumbai Port

Day1

"Caw Caw," crows the bird out loud, to others he is merely making a silly sound, but I know what he is actually saying. He is calling his friends, telling them, there is a feast here, a fainted female foreign vampire.

How dare he ! I open my eyes instantly and give him my deathly glare. His crowing becomes a screech as it flies away into the darkening horizon.

I feel the stillness of my surroundings, as I get up, stretching my arms, it really gets too tight in the coffin.. The men who opened my coffin are no longer here. There is no one but the colourful containers, all stacked up tidily, and some going up as high as dark sky.

I observe the clouds as they draw closer together, weird shapes of all forms, scurrying to a common spot, as if ready to combat with one another. Their swords clash together and produce a lightening, which lit up the sky momentarily. I can't take my eyes off and open my arms wide, ready to embrace the thunder.

There is a large crack sound, seems like one warrior has been beaten. His fellow soldiers shout out revenge producing a loud rumble that shakes the surrounding area to its core.

I close my eyes, waiting for their tears to shed as the huge drops of rain start pelting down on me, first slowly and then increasing their momentum, as if venting out their pain. 

I open my mouth to savour the saltiness, of the fresh water and gag instantly.

"Yuck...the taste is getting only worse as the years pass. Thankless humans, I never regret killing them."

There is another rumble, a smaller one, this time it's not the clouds but my poor stomach, craving for some human blood. It makes me bare my fangs I am unable to catch any whiff of blood nearby. Leaping in a flash, I easily scramble to the top of over the nearby stacked containers.

Nope, nothing here. I grab the handle of my coffin and casually lift it as if it was a light shopping bag and not weighing 22 pounds, ah blessings of being a vampire, rarely a weight is too heavy.

In a flash I reach the door marked as office. It bears a board stating"Mumbai Port, India"

I focus on the matter at hand. I was not supposed to arrive here. My eccentric treasure box was supposed to be dropped off and picked up by my Nephew.

Arrgghhh that Captain. I promised him a share and yet he dared to cheat me, Ravina !

"Hey, who are you what are you doing here? This is the Mumbai port police, don't move! " A voice booms warningly and a bright light hits my face.

I shield my eyes from the glaring lights and in a blink of human eye I leave the port. I halt as I catch a scent of my food, it's an old man. He reeks of alcohol and something else. I observe his inviting pulse on his neck, it's very blue in colour, throbbing, churning with my fresh food. I lick my upper lip, ready to pounce on him. He sees me and I see the fear in his eyes as he scrutinizes my 5'11 inch frame. My jet black hair, twirl around my long face. My dark blue eyes must be shining, giving away the fact that I am anything other than human.  I grab his throat in less than a fraction of a second, fangs ready to submerge in his neck, when he clutches his chest tight and gasps for a breath, and dies, right there, before I could even have a drop from him.

"What? Couldn't you have waited till I had my dinner at least?" I shake his dead body in anger and hunger and throw him on the ground. I don't drink from dead. I am a Vampire, not a coyote. 

I wish I could fly; it would give me a better vision of where I can find someone. But, my energies are so down. My ears pick up a small whine and bark, coming from nearby. An animal, well something is better than nothing. The black street dog, doesn't know what hits him and in a couple of seconds, I drain out his blood and life. I feel nauseous, I dislike taking blood from animals.