Me VS My Ex-Fiance For The Human Elixir (Vamp)

This night in the field is pitch black and the only light that rarely comes is from a stray car passing through the area. The wind is very strong and whips the meadow’s grass in all directions, and the mountains seem as if giants invisible in the dark. Ava stands akimbo in the darkness, but of course, she could see clear as day with her ultra sensitive eyes.

Screams erupt from a passing truck, which are probably the all-American, rich teenagers who travel on business with their parents. At this time of year, many wealthy stock marketers, business owners, and oil companies come toIcelandfor a huge, cheeky vacation. Ava was oh-so familiar with the same immaturity and commotion of their spoiled children, and she smirks as she decides a way to handle it.

From inside the car, a boy and girl remain in the front seats. In the drivers seat is a tipsy, yet conscious boy the age of seventeen who tags along with a skinny, drunk girl who sits in the passenger seat. Her piercing laugh ruptures through the car and into the endless meadow where Ava simmers patiently. Finally, in the back of the truck, there’s another male teenager singing at the top of his lungs to a tune on the radio. In his left hand, he holds a flask. Ava doesn’t have to sniff twice to know it’s the clear, raging liquid of Devil Springs Vodka.

“How much longer do we have to be inIceland?” the girl in the passenger seat asks. “It’s a beautiful place, but it’s so … traditional. Their clubs aren’t anything like they are back inLos Angeles.”

“I don’t know Roxanne. First you said you’re having fun, now you want to leave?”

Roxanne sighs. Before her eyes, a figure flashes in the dark road ahead of them and she screams at the sight. The boy turns the wheel with force which takes them straight off the road and into the blind night.

“What the fuck was that?” the girl whispers, breathing heavily at the quickness of it all. The shadows cloak her like a blanket, and she shivers under its mystery. The boy curses under his breath, and checks the backseat to see if their friend is still alive. After all, many safety procedures are ignored when drunk.

“Are you fucking crazy Roxanne?”

 The passenger window suddenly shatters and the glass flies harshly across the girl’s skin. Still, she sits mildly harmed but screams, shaken from the blow.

“A few teenagers disturbing the night in the middle of nowhere,” Ava says flatly, looking at the two teenagers annoyingly. Roxanne cringes under the power and authority of Ava’s voice, as her eyes gape into Ava’s.

“What the fuck is your problem woman? What’s it to you?” It is as if the boy in the backseat has suddenly become bold, and has a vivid moment in his delirious state. The drunken boy shakes his head unbelievably, as he fumbles with the lock inside the car.

Ava suppresses a wicked smile while the boy and girl warn him not to get out the car. Still, he neglects their wild shouts and the boy steps out and takes a viscous hold onto Ava.

“You’re a naughty girl,” he slurs, grasping onto her silky, black mane.

            “Let go of me!” she says, laughing excitedly to herself as her kill comes closer and closer. Ava has fun playing the role of the damsel in distress, and follows the harsh demands of the drunken teenager rationally. By the end of his long list of do this-and-that’s Ava lies on her back in the grass, as he begins to tug her jeans down to her ankles.

            “You’re gonna’ like this,” he says, a smile growing on his face.

            “Will I?” she smirks, and everyone – including the audience – stares bewilderingly at Ava. Effortlessly and quickly, Ava lifts her legs up so that the boys head is in-between her ankles. Too quick for human eyes, she flips so that the drunken man is on his back, frozen in awe, and so scared that he pees in the process of the alteration.

            Ava pulls off his arm and blood streaks across her pale, impeccable face like a pattern of death. Like music, the boy’s screams resonate through the meadow’s grass and into the depths of the mountains. She hears the snow-caps a few miles away move in response, and she slaps the man with his own hand in the face. The sight amuses her.

            Meanwhile, the two teenagers drive away in their car as fast as possible, shouting at each other and crying at the sight that still plays before the eyes. Five minutes pass, and the couple slowly begins to calm down.

            “There’s no way she can catch up with us,” the boy says. “I mean, she didn’t have a car right?”

            “I don’t think so,” she laughs nervously. “I didn’t see any headlights.” On cue, the truck is airborne, flipping in gravity and time. The life of the teenagers flash before them and what seems like five minutes is actually seconds, when they land forcefully onto the road upside-down.

            The girl’s legs are trapped under her seat and before she can cry out for help, Ava grabs her by the neck and pulls her out carelessly, dragging her across the road. Roxanne has now lost her legs.

            “Please,” the girl begs, tear marring her eyesight. “I don’t want to die. I’m so young.” Although the words are ruined by slurs and saliva, Ava understands them.

            “Usually I do not harm innocent people, but you fucked with my mood on the wrong night.” It was a merciless night for Ava in fact, the night before she’d have to continue her search.

            The girl cries out before Ava lunges into her neck, pulling out her throat with her teeth and diving into her chest for her trachea. She nibbles on each piece, chewing her guts and slurping her blood. Eating humans with manners would never come easily to Ava and that she already knew. Roxanne’s dead boyfriend’s eyes stared at her from the flipped truck. Ava glares back, as her blood-covered face rises from the body.

            “Don’t you just love barbecue.”