Oaths

Chapter 1: Friend

"Drop everything and raise your hands! You all are surrounded, it is best to come without a struggle." A policeman armed with guns shouted through a megaphone at the mansion that was the laboratory of making drugs. Everything about this mansion was eerie. The atmosphere itself tells that something was wrong. It was very silent. The police were waiting for a response, gunshots, surrenders, voices, anything. But they grecieved nothing.

"Jazz, please lead the way inside with your team." Jazzlyne one of the police, saluted and motioned a hand to her teammates to follow her. As the slowly went inside the house, she and her people split up to check the rooms. It was very silent but, the evidences of cooking drugs are very apparent, formulas, papers, ingredients and different plants, scattered everywhere on the tables.The lingering smell of marijuana was still fresh.

As Jazz was about to inform her superior when she heard a loud scream and thud from another room. She heard it again, and again. Shocked, heart speeding up, she walked cautiously towards the sounds, holding up her pistol, hands slightly shaking. She gulped. This was only her second time going out on a mission, she is still new to this.

"Oh why should this happen to me, I'm still new, hopefully it's just someone clumsy and knocked something over." She whispered under her breath, trying desperately to calm herself. She arrived at the room's entrance. Jazzlyne took a deep breath, and stepped towards the door, gun pointing forwards, she was alert but at the same time, scared. Slamming the half rotten wood open, what she saw was never in life would she expect or imagine. She saw her best friend, that was supposed to be dead 3 years ago, sucking blood from her teammate's dead body, blood covered her hands and front.

Her best friend stopped what she was doing and looked straight at Jazz, her mouth filled with blood, dripping down the corners of her mouth, skin so pale, her eyes an ethereal shade of amber. Natasha, her supposed to be dead friend, smiled evilly, standing up, she opened her arms wide. "Jazzlyne, my dear, dear friend. How are you?"

In shock, Jazz, dropped her gun and stared openmouthed, fazed at the sight. "Na-Natasha, you're supposed to be dead! Your body...It was chopped when we found you!" She tried to move closer to Natasha, but she stopped. Her friend, she realized that this was not the friend that she used to have. This Natasha, is a bloodsucking monster.

"Pfft. Dead? Chopped body?" Natasha giggled as she twirled her body to show Jazz. "Do I seem chopped up to you?" She padded towards Jazzlyne, grinning, stepping over the corpses that she was feeding on minutes ago. Jazz just stared. Never in her life had she experienced such fear. Her friend's eyes were filled with bloodlust, shimmering faintly in the moonlight, every move she made seemed dangerous. One wrong move then she'd be dead. "What should I do with you, dear friend? I should go easy on you, since we were best friends, after all."