Rose's Thorns: A Tale of Fate

Chapter Ten

   It was about six in the morning when I woke up. I found myself in a fetal position, facing Victor, who had his arm around my shoulder. I was usually a heavy sleeper, and I didn't tend to just randomly wake up. Then, I heard sirens.
   "Victor!" I whisper - shouted as a shook him. "Victor, get up!!"
   Jesus, and I thought I slept like a rock. As I heard the noise get louder, I panicked and hit him on the head.
    "The hell?" He said in a daze. "Rose? What is it?"
   "Cops."
   That got him awake quick enough. "Huh? How did they-"
   His eyes widened. "Shit, Ms. Karen! The creepy old bastard probably looked through the window and saw a limb."
    I yelled, "Quick! Grab a jacket and-"
      I was cut off by the sound of banging on the front door. "BERKLEY FALLS P.D. OPEN UP!"
Shit. I looked out the window, and saw three police cars parked in the driveway.
  No time to run. I looked back at Victor. To my surprise, he wasn't as panicked as I was. He put on a black hoodie and jeans, then threw me a gray jacket, white undershirt, and ripped pants. "Get dressed."
   "Are you not seeing what's going on?!" He looked back at me, smiling. Only this time, he was transformed into his werepire self. "Come on," he said, his voice deeper and demonic. "Do you really think that a couple of cops could go against us?"
    He was right. I snickered back. Victor was at the top of the stairs, and I was underneath them. The door went crashing down and at least six cops entered, guns out and ready to fire.
    "Good god!" One exclaimed, spotting a piece of  Victor's mom on the floor. His gaze then was directed at me. "I found one." I laughed, and put my hands in the air. "You have the right to remain silent-"
     My laugh grew louder. "I'm so sorry officer..."
     Victor cut me off. "But that won't be necessary."
      "THE HELL IS THAT!?"
      They all looked up at him, and he let out a roar of laughter. While they were distracted, I turned into my vampire form and hissed. At once, we leaped at the police.
       Shots were fired. Bullets were dodged. Limbs were torn and souls were eaten. Their screams could be heard from a mile away, until they weren't alive anymore to do so. Finally, the fight died down. The only survivors were Victor and I, standing in the middle of torn bodies and drained raisins of humans. Blood painted the floor, the bottom of our jeans, and the front of our jackets. I looked at him, and panted, "We gotta go."

    After a four hour venture in the woods, Victor brought me to a cave in the forest. It was near a pond, which is a convenient bathing area. Even better, there was a vacant house about half a mile back.
   It wasn't exactly unlivable, just very unsanitary. It looked like what would happen if you left a tribe of high schoolers locked up in an abandoned mansion for a week; beer cans and red Solo cups were strewn throughout the halls. Used condoms in the cushions, bathrooms, beds. Cigarette burns and cum marks stained mattresses. The smell of opioids, heroin, and cocaine reeked the halls. I'm currently living in a cave, but this was absolutely disgusting.
    We did find a relatively clean mattress (only a few cigarette burns) and a lighter, so we brought it back to the cave. Victor made a fire, and I set the up the mattress.
     We were exhausted. We both fell on the bed and moved close enough to each other to preserve body heat. "That was awesome," he said. "I can't believe it actually worked!"
      I really wasn't capable of saying much I was so tired. I managed to get out the words, "I'm just happy you're alive."
      He kissed my forehead and said, "I'm glad that we're both alive." Finally, we fell asleep.