The Werewolf and his Friend

Cemetery Drive

Dark Moon:
Desperately reaching for the stake in the back pocket of my jeans, I grabbed nothing but air. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins as I just managed to jump back avoiding the path of massive claws and tried to look for something I else could use to defend the oncoming attacks. I was caught up in choice of imaginary weapons that I didn't realise my pale enemy was joined by another well-dressed blood sucker. She came up behind me and took a lunge at my back, grasping my hips. I shook madly to get her off, but she was too heavy [fat] and the thrust was too strong. The next thing I know I was flat on my face, my cheeks squished against the dirt.

They both crawled over and around my body in some kind of demonic ritual, breathing in the blood from the wound on my face. I could feel the electricity and intencity in the air.

The male bent over to eye level with me, his sharp, keen fangs hanging out of his mouth as he reached for my neck.

Shit, shit, shit!

I was sweating and shaking, dreading the contact of teeth to skin.

"Gahh!"

Fatty was holding me tightly pressed to the floor. I was breathing in dirt, trying desperately to only suck in oxygen but instead felt grains stick between my teeth, my tongue coated in a dry crust.

I could feel the desire in their movements, see the hunger in their eyes, the thirst in their grins. They wanted my blood and I feared that, locked in this position, they'd soon get it.

They shouldn't have been hungry because they only just finished with Wesley. My eyes darted unintentionally over at him. His dark body was lying pale on the floor, his neck with a set of two large holes in it, leaking a green sticky looking sap.

Bloody unhelpful idiot.

Wesley's two guns were lying on the floor next to him. If only I could reach them... 

"Fresh, tasty, beautiful blood!" sinister smiles revealed pointed, white teeth.

The vampires were teasing me, one was playing with my neck, his nails caressing my skin. With a strong piercing pain I realised he had sunk his fingers into my flesh. I squirmed and groaned as he breathed in deeply and licked it.

"Argh." I groaned, the sound muffled.
"Ohh, let me play too!" the female vampire on my back cried with a childish mocking voice.
"But of corse my love, come." slowly I felt her enormous, good-for-nothing-but-holding-down-opponents, dead weight shift off my back.

Now was my chance. I cannot be caught! I will not be the slayer that dies today!

I stumbled to my feet, my knees attempting to collapse in on me, the holes in the dirt and rocks against me. My heart pounded with my feet, my gut twisted with fear. "

SATAN!" They screamed in chorus as they recognised my escape.

Left! I swerved away from the demon as he made a dive for me. My leaps were getting shorter as my distance seemed longer. But I continued. I continued towards the corpse of my now deceased partner, forever on the tip of my balance. 

"Noo! You let him get away!" they both cried angrily and accusingly at each other, faces twisted with hunger, close enough to have stabbed one another's eyeballs out.

I took one of Wesley's guns, the black one I think, and ducked under a nearby tomb stone. They were frantically looking for me inhaling the air trying to catch my scent.

"Calm your hunger for a moment, friends."
Well, that's new. Another blood-sucker to ward off, excellent. I fixed my grasp on the ebony pistol in my hand.
Peering over the tombstone I saw the two vampires standing next to a tall man in a long, black coat, sweeping the floor behind him. The man was very distinct, enough that an icy flush crashed into my body when I saw him. Hurridely I ducked back under the safety of the marker, nervously rubbing the stubble on my chin as sweat gathered on my forehead.
Now the situation was going to get a hell of a lot worse.

What was that git playing at?!
I had to know.
Gathering every jittering ounce of courage in my body I risked a glance back at the commotion behind.
The figures still stood there, unmoving so it seemed.

"The slayer is over there." 
The three creatures were facing the wrong direction. The familar voice had senses worthy of a dolphin, yet he pointed them in the wrong direction.
Why would he, of all people, want to protect me?

"Thank you brother, you are welcomed to join in our feast." they replied before skipping merrily into the opposite direction and disappearing into the trees.
What did he mean by "brother"? And-and why the hell would they be so easy to listen to him?!

I watched as the two vampires, dressed in black robes and painted with enoguh emo make-up to make a serial killer clown pleased, disappeared into the trees. Only the rushing of wind through the empty courtyard filled the bleak silence. 

A minute had passed. Another. Three minutes. Yet the man remained planted firmly on the ground at which I had first spied him. 

"It's awfully cowardly of you to be hiding like that, mutt."
Finally, a voice echooed in the landscape yet it was not soothing nor comforting. He turned to face in my exact direction.

I didn't trust him whether the vampires were halfway to China by now, the evil, scheming bastard was planing something.