Revelation 12:9 (this is my first fanfic that I've written, so sorry if it really sucks)
Her heels clicked against the pavement as her breath made an imprint against the harsh air of mid October.
Her tight red leather dress, riding up on her curvy hips, her drunken way of walking really not helping her vulnerable situation.
Her puffy eyes almost freezing shut as the wind blasted against her eyelids. Almost freezing them shut.
The light post she ed moments ago flickering on and off, something she would have noticed if she didn't have that 'one last drink'.
Maybe she would have noticed the slight footsteps coming from behind her. Maybe she would have truly noticed the things around her if it wasn't for her need for the sour drinks, or her lack of noticing how she can't hold liqour.
"Jack...ass..." She slurred, tripping over her highly expensive heels and the cracks laced in the concrete of the dark alleyway she didn't realize she was walking into.
She blinked, the building she was walking next to began to multiply, the ground began to move around her, this was the first time she's been seriously intoxicated in a very long time.
The darkness following her every move as she tripped and cursed while walking down the dark alley way.
Her phone buzzed. It was vibrating in her purse for a second, only a second before music began blasting from the small device in her purse.
"Shit." She muttered, stopping her slow pace to look for the device which was blasting Brittney Spears at her.
She dug her perfect hands into her unorganized purse vigorously. She eventually found the phone and answered the call. 'oops I did it again.' faded as she put the phone up to her ear.
"Hey V." She muttered, her head pounding as she spoke.
The voice on the other end began to speak, it was, at first just a soft talking, but it quickly turned into yelling then slowly progressed to screaming.
The screaming wasn't directed towards the young drunk girl alone on the street, not exactly.
The voice was telling her to leave.
The voice on the other line of the phone knew what was happening.
She watched the news.
She knew that the girl in the leather dress was in danger.
And she couldn't be anymore correct.
She clicked the phone off. Her pounding head couldn't take the screaming, and that was all that was to her.
She didn't listen to the voice coming from her phone, she paid attention to her pain and shut her only life line down.
Which put her in more danger than before.
They smiled.
She began walking again, her heels echoing once again through the dark alleyway, now her head throbbing more than before.
Then she heard it.
It was almost like a whisper, almost, but not exactly it was more than that. It was a hushed tone, the girl could tell it was a demanding one, she could only hear the command, because the sound came from directly behind her.
She froze.
Listening intently for another noise, her heartbeat pounding out of her chest and in her temples, she whimpered.
How was she to know that the things following her were out for her blood?
How was she supposed to know anything?
No one taught her how to deal with the someone's.
No one knows how to deal with the someone's.
Only their creator and master can control their actions. But even his power is limited.
Limited to their thirst for blood.
Her heart began pounding even more rapidly than before.
Her breath becoming ever more evident in the cold air.
They grew closer.
She gulped. So drunk, she had no idea on what to do, so she chose primal instinct.
She ran.
She ran and she ran.
She ran until she hit the wall of a broken down crack house, the alleyway cutting her off from any escape.
They circled their prey, like a pack of vultures ready to dive into a dead carcass.
But the someone's liked to play with their food while it was still alive.
It was a tradition almost.
And the girl in the red leather dress was absolutely no exception.
They closed in on her, as she was having her well known panic attacks against a brick wall.
They could feel her rapid heartbeat from miles away, they could hear her breath echo in the alley way.
They could smell her. She smelled of dainty cheap dollar store perfume, and nicotine.
The panicking girl opened her eyes and saw them.
They were mesmerizing, so much so she stopped shaking, stopped her rapid breathing and became calm again.
The someone's looked like men, since they were once. They wore clothes that looked like they were from the twenty's.
A white bowler hat, a white suit and one held a pearly white cane that shimmered even in the dark.
She couldn't really tell what color or what they were wearing in full detail.
There wasn't enough light for her to differentiate.
But they could, they could always.
"W...W...What do y...You want." She quivered, even though she wasn't shaking or breathing rapidly her fear was shown through speech and her heart beat.
There were two of them tongiht. The taller one with the pearly white cane smiled.
"She's one of the prettier ones i've seen in a very long time, isn't that right Spencer?" The taller ones voice was smooth and rich almost like velvet or chocolate.
Spencer, or the shorter one nodded. Happily agreeing with his counter part.
"What's your name pretty one?" He smiled, his teeth perfectly in line with one another.
"S...S...S... Savannah." She breathed, not wanting to answer, but something, maybe someone compelled her to do so.
They smiled at her, "well... Savannah, how would you like to help us out?" The taller one cooed.
He tilted her chin up so she could look him in the eye.
He could feel her racing pulse under her skin as he did so.
She stared into his blue eyes and nodded, losing all sense of what was right or wrong.
All she wanted to do was help them.
That's what she was meant to do.
"Thank you so much, dearest." The tall one purred into her right ear, letting go of her chin.
The purr sent shivers down her spine.
The someone's backed away from her for a second.
And she couldn't see them, so she started panicking again, it was like she needed to help them no matter what.
She needed to do what they asked of her.
And soon the tall one pushed her against the wall with his hands, not hard but not entirely gentle either.
He leaned into her hair and took a long deep breath.
"now please dear Savannah can you do one more thing for me?" He asked her graciously in a whisper.
She nodded slowly, not even thinking twice about it.
"Don't scream."
And soon the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wind blowing against the trees.
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