Eternally, I Do

Chapter 9: The Risk

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Why am I such a fool?

Moreover, why am I damned to this fate?!

You should think that haunted by vampires is such an easy job, that in fact it’s just a piece of cake. But you don’t know something – that I have no idea how to bake one. Sure, I am safe in the daylight and that after some research; I would be more knowledgeable about vampires; that I know how to protect myself.

However, to be honest, I didn’t absorb a single thing from the library. Whale face.

In addition to that, what about night time? I won’t be safe by then. Every day, I rock myself to sleep just thinking that some weirdo maniac vampire would climb through my window and grab me from my bed. I GET NIGHTMARES EVEN!

Well, I am just that popular. I bet my face had already shown up in those vampires’ magazines and newspaper. For all I know, that whole population of vampires could already know about my whole existence! And that they’d be out sharpening their fangs to get me! Just thinking about that thought creates shivers up my spine.

BREATHE. BREATHE. BREATHE.

So much better.

Anyway, back to the world of the living where my life is made complicated by weird vampires out to get me.

BANG!

“OH MY GOD!” Did I mention that there are about seven biker-dudes right in front of me? No? Well, they are.

If you hadn’t known about my little reception at the cemetery, then you wouldn’t know about these guys. They were the exact same biker-dude clones from before. All dressed in black leather, without a hint of skin of skin and hair exposed, the gang surrounded me in perfect unison. All of them wore the exact same clothing, the same kinds of bikes, and probably the same underwear. However, one stood out.

He was much, more bigger from the rest, his clothing and gear slightly different to label him like the tomb raider. The leader of the gang stood in the backgrounds, his rough frame leaning against the bark of the tree, half of his body hidden in his shadows. He snickered, a smile stretched across his face.

“We meet again.”

Oh damn…

I staggered back away, the gang of bikers never circling along with me as I moved, my back hitting against a tree. I pushed up against the bark, the image in my mind giving the thought that the tree would move if I push. “Who are you? And why are you after me?”

“Ah… the same cliché line,” the man slid a knife out from the shadows, the sharp blade glint in the moonlight. He grinned, amused by my horrified expression and licked the edge of his knife. The tongue traveled up the dangerously sinful weapon, leaving saliva on the cold metal as he pricked his tongue on the tip of the knife, causing dark, red blood to ooze out.

I was disgusted I felt like puking and he gave a dark chuckle. I looked away. My eyes are scarred for life, I thought, scanning my surroundings for a way out. The library was just a good three-four feet away and there were many trees around, most were at a bunch and it was thick enough for a person to hide behind it. The moonlight wasn’t that strong that night and it was rather dark on the streets. My eyes dropped down to what I was wearing – a bright aqua blue shirt and dark blue jeans and sneakers. Damn it! My luminous shirt would be a total give-away in against the shadows. But there’s still the library…

The janitor! He would help me. Well, I’m sure that he won’t be of much help but maybe these guys has some sort of a rule of exposing themselves to certain humans? I’ll make the risk.