This story is dark, with swearing, violence, and alot of exploring vampiric nature. Reader discretion advised, because this is rated M for reason.
These chains. These fucking chains.
Clink, clink, clink.
That's all she heard for hours. The sounds of the footsteps of her companions were drowned out by the sound metal against metal floors. This was so pathetic. They were vampyres for God's sake. Why in the world did they have to confine them to metal chains?
They finally did it.
The girl looked at the line of humans. They were all male, with hunched backs and were covered with dirt. She was the only female, but that was irrelevant.
They all had blood pumping in their bodies.
Suddenly one called out. Vaguely, from the rebel camp, she remembered that his name was James.
"How do ya think they do it?"
Clink, clink, clink.
Truthfully, no one of them had seen any of them. The enemy was as real as their own breath, but as elusory as a piece of their imagination
"They rip your head off and then drink from it like a goblet," someone called from behind the girl.
The girl tripped over a toy left in the middle of the hallway. Incredulity coloring her thoughts, she realized that they were passing next to nurseries, the doors almost invisible due to the color of paint. Behind the awful noise, she heard the small cries and laughter of children.
She shuddered to think what kind of circumstances brought the children there.
"I heard they trap you inside a huge skillet, and then when you are red from the heat, they wrap you up with huge pita breads. You suffocate from the bread, while they call it a Mediterranean feast."
Everyone started laughing, knowing that vampyres had no traits of humans. They were killing machines, with red eyes to top off the look. Or so they were told.
The hallways seemed endless, and finally the girl realized that her mother had not been joking when she told her that their underground systems spanned whole continents.
Every last one of us.
The girl suddenly felt very tired. For her years, she had been through a lot. When she was five, she watched the YouTube video where a news broadcaster was drained lifeless as a sadistic show of power. When she was seven, her father was sent to fight these monsters. He never came back. When she was thirteen, her mother told her to runaway from home. Never told her where. With luck on her side, she landed on the rebel base that would last the longest. Then at age eighteen, a traitor sold them out and they all were captured. Humanity's last hope. Gone.
Clink, clink, clink.
"Hey, sissy, listen up." A gentle voice broke through her thoughts. It was her best friend, Jake.
"When we get there, we will be separated by sex. As awesome as these chains are, I can still touch your ass. So, I will give you a gun, about the size of your palm. Don't worry 'cause when you press a small blue button, it will expand."
Jake slipped a small object into the back pocket of her jeans.
"Love you, Jake," she whispered, her throat dry from the lack of drink. The older man sighed.
"It won't be enough to escape, but I hope you hit one of those motherfuckers in the heart, so shoot straight."
Suddenly, she heard song coming from the front, and quickly joined in.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
That was it, because one by one, the chains came off and people shuffled to their doom. The girl didn't care, she sang quietly to herself, relishing the fact that she was in the last half of this line.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
in the moonlight
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne,
she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Maybe I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken-
The girl's song was cut off by the metal chink of her cuffs as they fell to the ground. The sound seemed endless, bouncing off of the walls then the ceiling and then back, over and over.
Two doors, one marked with a woman, the other, with man. The girl's lips curled slightly, it had been a long time since she had last seen the figures that symbolized a bathroom.
The door was cold as she pushed it open.
Beta'd by 4MeJasper
Song used: Hallelujah by Rufus Wainright.
Twilight is by Stephenie Meyer
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