The Audience Are All Dead

    I scoped the room. A body lay motionless on the floor in a disfigured manner. I bent over. Suspended over the corpse with suspicion. His eyes started to flicker. How can he be alive? Surely he was dead.
   With a roar the body rose and hurdled into me pinning me to the wall.
   A throbbing pain emerged in my neck as razor sharp white teeth sunk into my veins.
My heartbeat grew faster, faster. My veins pulsing as the vampiric legacy flowed through.
   The monster withdrew its grip and slid backwards into the darkness. I was left there, laying as it once did itself. My body jerked and flared as it adjusted to my new vampire lifestyle.
   Suddenly I shot up. Clinging onto the wall to steady myself.
My hearing sharper, my eyes sensing the slightest movement of the dust particles spiralling and glittering of skin piercing sunlight danced in randomized patterns on the east wing wall.
   My acute hearing picked up on an echo of footstep coming from the north wing.
Was it the very immortal soul which bounded me to a life of cold blooded murder and sleepless nights?
   I followed the sound down mazes of old, dingy and plain right dirty corridors till I was face to face with him. The unknown face of the damned which made me walk the same lonely road he has done. Forcing me to walk this world in the dark shadows which is night time.
  The vampire turned around with a glint in his eye said what might be the last statement I may ever hear. The words that sealed my fate.
  “This is the scene where the audience are dead, who then arise to greet the beginning of the bloodbath.” He snarled with a crimson fluid pouring from his mouth.
  I turned my head, I squinted and I could see a row of chairs with people laying limp in them.
   The demonic figure snapped his fingers and the sleeping figurines awoke and jerked and jabbed out in all directions. They hissed and screeched. My ears nearly exploded at their high pitched echoes.
   A few seemed to fly, some climbed the walls as a gang of blood drenched, screeching, claw bearing, blood guzzling maniacs closed in on me.
  I quickly turned and fled down the narrow dark corridors. I scrambled door to door trying to find an unlocked door. I kept looking behind me, the screeching getting closer, closer.
  Something grabbed my shoulder, I turned around, it was the leader of the blood thirsty bandits.


  He swiped my face cutting it with his talons. He threw me against the wall, piercing bits of glass splintered into my flesh as the window on the door exploded with the force. I laid there limp on the floor struggling to breath as my bones shattered.
  A gripping pain flooded through my body. My mouth filled with blood, two razor sharp teeth appeared. My hands turned into claws. This was my first taste of my new life.
  The only ideas which were flowing through my mind was the taste of hot, bubbling blood and the lust of immortal power.
  I stood up. Glaring at my opponent waiting for who ever makes the first move. I flexed my new hands, my new destructive powers which I anticipated to try out.
  I couldn’t wait any longer, as fast as lightning I grabbed a broken wooden pole and thrusted it into the vampire lords chest.
  He stood there, lips trembling before he fell into a heap on the floor.
The vampire’s followers snarled and glared at me, I could see the hatred bubbling up in their eyes.
  They closed in on me, I turned around planning my escape route.
  I jumped out the window which had already been smashed. Plummeting seven stories down. I hit the floor with immense force. I didn’t feel any pain. I was starting to think that the vampire life wasn’t as bad.
  I knew I wouldn’t be accepted into the clan after I had just killed their leader, the man who sired me.
  I couldn’t go back, to my new blood hungry life, id be hunted down and killed.
  Now id have to hide in the shadows, live a secret life, no friends, no family just me with a price on my head.

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