Vampire World (VAMPIRE WORLD #1)

Vampire World Part 6 Stalker

STALKER 

Thankfully, only moments after the weirdo had spoken, a middle-aged couple came into the mall. I grabbed the opportunity with both feet and raced out into the parking lot, flashing past countless cars on my way. It was remarkable how fast my body could take me when I was scared. But even that was not fast enough. A quick glance back told me my stalker was gaining. 

I made a sharp turn in between a line of delivery trucks. Then, while out of his sight briefly, I scampered beneath the largest truck of all with a giant skull attached to its hood. 

With heart pounding, I peered from under the truck and tried not to breathe. I saw two heavy boots walking about on the other side. It must be my stalker. What a horny bastard. 

After an agonizing few minutes, the boots wandered off. Even so, I waited a while longer before coming out of my hiding place. Still clutching my sexy new purse, I cautiously made my way to the train station. 

Relieved that no one was following me, I paid my Carns to ride. But I'd forgotten what the address was to get back home. Somehow I now remembered the street being called Deadwood, but the number just would not come to mind. So I entered 1000 Deadwood, hoping that would take me close enough to recognize the house. 

The train was about to start when I boarded and sat next to another ancient vampire whose skin was green and peeling. But that was the least of my worries.  

Something told me to look over my shoulder. 

There he was again - my stalker. He was sitting just three seats behind me. 

Unable to move, it felt like the pervert was breathing right down my back as the train twisted and jerked its way onward. 

Wasting no time when it was my turn to exit, I dashed out of the train and rapidly climbed above ground. I was on Deadwood Street okay, but the small ruddy homes with their deathly trees and neatly manicured lawns of straw-like grass all looked so similar.  

Even though I was hurrying the best I could, my stalker was gaining on me again. I ran up to a house that looked like it might be mine and shoved my key into the front door lock. A groan of despair slipped out when I realized it didn't fit. 

Moments later the door opened anyway, revealing a stocky stranger who smelled of something disgusting. He scowled at me, his gaping fangs showing clearly. 

"Get the hell off my property," he snarled, pushing me so hard in the stomach that I literally flew back, landing on my back in the prickly grass. 

With my stomach hurting like hell, I scampered back into the street. Then I smashed right into him. 

"Gosh, you're so beautiful," my stalker said. "Let me introduce myself. I'm..." 

I didn't hang around to find out what his name was. I simply turned and ran the other way. On and on I ran, unaware of how far he was behind me. Homes I raced past became a blur. But I sensed he was still following me. I had to keep going. 

Eventually I came to another house with a tree in the middle of the lawn that looked rather like Mr. FreeCut's. Hope surged, and though I couldn't be sure this was the right one, I made a run for it anyway and rammed my key into the lock. This time the door opened. 

Gasping with relief, I dashed inside and rapidly locked the door. My nerves were all over the place. After dropping my purse in exhaustion, I felt something touch my leg and instantly screamed. But it was only the horn of Ernie. 

I sucked in a deep breath. Never have I felt so relieved to see a dog that looked like a miniature Cyclops licking me with a jade tongue. 

Warily, I glanced out the window and immediately spotted my stalker; he was just standing there quite openly scoping out the house. Then he walked away. Oh my gosh, he knew I was here. He'd seen me go inside.