Optimus Prime: Vampire Hunter

Staying Alive

7 years. It has been 7 years since he started his campaign of survival. 7 years of no contact from other survivors of the vampire raid like him, he's alone. 

Optimus grabbed a ledge and hoisted himself up, he reached his destination, the old space military base. He sighed, which was a thing he rarely done after Megatron took over. He walked through the long metal path, he had his weapon, his ax at the ready, he slowly made his way to the base. He walked, slowly, afraid. He made it in, and found nothing but ravaged corpses. With empty stomachs, and slit throats. It caused him to gag, but he forced it down. He should be used to it, seeing so many other corpses like these. 

He reached up to the station, seeing it as dark, and desolate, yet still it was looking strong, no damage. Optimus arched a brow, buildings shouldn't be like this. He had a bad feeling, and grabbed his ax. He moved forth, his cloak he uses to shield himself against the wind of Cybertron was slightly moving, said winds were gently swaying. Nothing extreme. 

He opened the door, it was loud, the noise echoing. He walked through, his pedsteps were echoing as well. The lights were dim, flickering on and off. Optimus removed his hood, revealing his scraped up helm, the blue paint faded and chipped. He was wearing his mask, having welded it shut to protect his face from the environment. He heard something skitter, he whipped his head around. Only to see nothing, just black. 

He looked around, his grip on his ax tightened. He soon heard a screech and turned around to see a mech, with energon mixed with spittle dripping from his mouth, lunging at him. He dodged, and blocked the attacker, he was snapping. Optimus dodged his snap, and threw him off. The vampire snarled, and raced at him on all fours. Optimus brought his ax down and it landed on the vampire's back, causing him to shriek in pain. Optimus pulled it out, and soon watched as his attacker rise, he hissed. 

"Dammit." Optimus muttered. He dodged the vampire, he soon felt its claws scratch his chest. Leaving marks. He grunted and looked, he glared and soon grabbed it bu its throat, it struggled. He threw it against the wall. Optimus got his ax ready, the vampire rushing him. He waited, the right moment. The vampire leaped. Optimus swung. 

The vampire's head landed on the floor with a clunk, black energon pooling out. Optimus was standing there, his ax stained with the black liquid. He looked at his kill over his shoulder. He walked out, leaving the carcass to wither. 

Optimus knew that place didn't have what he was looking for: Megatron.