She stumbled aimlessly through the vacant street while pattering raindrops echoed amongst the city. Bourbon seeped from her pores and unforgiving memories from moments before persisted.
A cheating husband.
Nothing seemed more devastating to a loyal, caring wife; especially one who had promised to be sober for the remaining centuries of their marriage. Now, that promise had been put to shit. The second his mistress unveiled this disastrous secret, she sped to the nearest bar to delve into her past sins. However, no matter how steadily she gulped down the liquor, the heartbreaking thoughts didn't seem leave her mind quickly enough. After tossing a couple of curse words and insults to the bartender because of his refusal to serve her more drinks, she headed out to the drenched streets.
Now, she was in her drunk, sobbing, slobbering phase where all she was capable of was wallowing in self pity. She was muttering to herself phrases such as, "I knew he would do it," and , "That fucking pig. I'll be better off without him," attempting to convince herself that she had known all along, when in reality, this was the last thing she ever suspected; she refused to believe that he would betray her—embarrass her— in such a way.
The rain had gotten so loud and harsh that she could barely look ahead in the desolate street and it soaked her completely. Her bushy, curly hair flattened with the weight of the rain.
A voice came from the darkness, muted by the deafening rain.
"Is someone there?" she shouted, her slurred words hinting that she was intoxicated.
"I said, 'Wow, you truly are stupid, huh?'" The voice came again.
"Excuse me?" she responded squinting and rotating to try and locate this bodiless voice.
"A moderately young woman roaming the streets on her lonesome? Quite a stupid move. Especially on a night such as this."
The rain cleared as quickly as it started, giving the woman a chance to see the speaker. A tall man wearing slacks and a white button-down with the top button undone. A white collar worker, perhaps. The moonlight shined against his pale skin as it did hers.
"Fuck you!" She slurred before flipping him off, unstably turning away, and continuing on her drunken stroll.
"Excuse me ma'am, this is a dangerous night tonight!" He warned loudly.
"Oh really? And why is that, sir?" She questioned, throwing her hands up in sarcastic confusion.
Silence followed.
"Hey! I asked you a question asshole!" She turned to the direction in which he originally stood to find him alarmingly close. In fact, he was so incredibly close that she could feel his breath crashing against her cold wet cheeks. He leaned forward and gently pushed her hair behind her ear before whispering something quietly.
"This is the time at which we hunt."
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Vampire"It loved me. This creature that was supposed to hunt me and my daughter-it protected us. I trusted it. I trusted it with my child. I trusted it."
