Melanie tore through the brush with the speed that only a vampire can posses. How could she be so stupid. She thought she was invincible, like most young vampires think they are. She thought she had it made, thought no one would notice but they did, the ones she didn't want to notice, the ones that could easily kill her, the Vanator. Melanie had a good thing going down in the speakeasies of Cinncinatti. The year was 1928 and to see a a pretty pristine what looked to be a white woman hanging in the back rooms of what was predominantly black haunts. That was her hunting ground. She made herself the perfect prey, just for the poor saps to later find out that she was the predator.
But now that was all over. A Vanator was nipping at her heels. He had almost killed her in the city the broken arm and collar bone he had given her took a minute to heal as she ran. She hadn't stopped running for almost 19 hours at this point. One of the benefits of being a day walker. She was pretty sure the Vanator had given up chase about 4 hours ago but she wouldnt dare stop then, she knew that if she did that was all the super powered vampire slayer would need to be right on top of her. But now it had been almost a full day since she last fed and she was getting exhausted. She could tell she was slowing down to almost a crawl. The night dress that she was wearing wasn't helping either, she had already had torn a huge slit in it so she could more freely but now the weight of it, because it had gotten wet as she had crossed the Ohio river was becoming a bit of a pain. She contemplated taking the whole damn thing off, wouldn't be the first time she had run through the woods in her unmentionables. The fond thought of that cause a smile to play on the corners of her lips. She shook those thoughts from her head, now was not the time. She had one of the few things left in creation that she feared dogging her and she was thinking about games that her and past love would play... not the time nor the place Mel she told herself.
She had to stop the sun was going down and she hadn't fed. She knew at this point the Vanator had given up she had ran from Cincinnati straight into West Virginia. The perks of being a vampire yet again, she had almost limitless stamina as long as she was fed... which she wasn't at the moment. She finally found it in her to slow down to barely a jog. She wasn't out of breath... she didn't need to breathe, but her veins were on fire from fatigue, and hunger. When a vampire is hungry its hunters senses are heightened. They can hear father than they normally can and can notice even the smallest movements or changes around them.
Melaine froze in place. She had heard what any vampire wanted to hear when they are starving as she was. The foot falls of a human, alone in the forest. She smiled as her fangs elongated and her eyes turned orange. The she picked carefully through the foliage not making a sound she wouldn't risk spooking her prey. The setting sun had painted the sky a pallet of pinks and oranges, the lighting was perfect the bright sun hurt her eyes, she felt most at home in the dark of night but the twilight did her just fine. It didn't take long before the mark was in her sights. It was a man of medium stature and build. He had a head full of dark hair, olive colored skin. She couldn't see his face but she could tell by his body language that he hadn't noticed her presence. She almost felt sorry for him he would die without knowing what even happened to him. She slithered up a tree about ten feet from the poor man and over looked him as silent as death. Just as he was at his most relaxed and most off guard she exploded into action.
What happened next shocked the lady vampire. Right before she was upon him he whipped around and caught her out of the air by her throat. His eyes were orange and his elongated fangs were exposed. This man she was stalking was a Vampire. She was too hungry and too tired to have realized it before she had attacked him. He had applied enough pressure to her neck to almost break it.
"You stupid arrogant little girl!" he spat "You think I would be that easy to kill?"
Melanie shook her head as vigorously as she could. She willing to say or do anything to keep this clearly elder vampire from breaking her in two.
YOU ARE READING
Bound in Blood
VampireDrake Wheeler is a scrappy 17 year old from a small town in north western Ohio. Being a mixed race kid in a predominantly white town has makes for one set of challenges, but when a beautiful girl who turns out to be a vampire is dropped in his lap...