Optimus Prime: Vampire Hunter

Memories

Optimus roamed the empty alleys of what was once Nuon City. The once vibrant halls and streets were now dark and empty. Leaving nothing but ruins, Optimus remembers what it was like before the big push. He remembered him and his sparkmate, Ratchet walking the streets, talking about whatever what was on their minds. He remembered the festivals they threw on holidays, seeing the floats and lights and decor. It looked like a picture from a storybook, one of fantasy. He sighed, those were distant memories, things to look back on, things to hold on to. He must focus on the now. His mate was dead, and so was his only daughter. (Author's Note: Yes I know I'm making Optimus Kratos from God of War, deal with it.) He remembered seeing their corpses, headless, gray corpses. 

He shook his head, and kept walking, hearing distant screams of the vampires and their victims. It was all the noise he heard after this disastrous event that was the take over of Megatron. Optimus looked, he saw shops, empty, with windows smashed up, he saw they were raided, very little supplies, as well as shelves broken, tables moved around or chopped in half. He opened the door, only to have it break off its hinges and land on the metal floor with a clatter. The walls and floors were bloody. He looked around, he reached behind his back to grab his bag, it was brown, and was big enough to hold what he needed, he carried a compacted cot and blanket, and a couple of rounds of ammo in case he needed to do anything long distance combat, but that almost never happens. 

Optimus saw some things on the few shelves that were still together. He saw cubes, with a few more rounds of ammo. He also saw a light. He grabbed them, and put them in his bag. He looked behind the counter, to be sure if anyone was foolish enough to hide. He saw nothing but a corpse, it had no arms, and its mouth was open, dried energon was on its chin, pretty clear his glossis was ripped out, and he had a puncture in his neck. Optimus shook his head, this was an innocent. A civilian. A casualty. He exited the store. 

He looked, it was getting dark. Which meant he had to hide, as the vampires liked to stalk the streets, looking for food. He walked, his pace was quick, his hood was up. And he saw a building, the wall was partially destroyed. He looked, it was stable enough. Hopefully it can last the night. He set up his cot, and laid down, he looked at a picture in the faint glow of a dangling light. It was him, no mask, no cape, no scars or scuffs, his armor clean and bright. His blue as deep as the water and his red as bright as fire. He was smiling. it's been a long time since has last smiled, he had a slight grin, a smirk, or a faint curl of his lip. But no smile. Because to him, why should he smile, in times like this, those who smiled are psychos. People who have a twisted sense of happiness, a cruel reason to smile. 

Next to him in the picture was a mech, shorter than him, white and red armor. He was smiling as well, warmly, like a parent who was giving their child a way to say they are proud of them. His eyes read care, and a hint of grumpiness. Like he was woken up a bit too early for his liking. His shoulder was being wrapped in Optimus's arm. In the middle of them was a little femme, she had his blue, and the other mech's white. She was smiling, like an overjoyed infant. Her face was angelic, her eyes big, giving her a doe like appearance. She was adorable, anyone can look at this picture and say, 'Aaaaaaaawwwwww.' Optimus traced his fingers over the pictures, he was not smiling, instead he was frowning. He muttered, "Ratchet, Blizzard, I'm holding onto this for you." 

(Okay. Please comment what you think about this chapter. And leave suggestions for this and other stories I've written up. I'm always ready to see what I can add!)