Snippet #2085417

Polishing off the final cheese burger from my meal, I balled up the wrapper and wiped my hands on a napkin. Grease, the only substance that is delicious and disgusting. I should be nothing but satisfied right now, and planning my next move, but instead, almost against my will, my dark eyes scanned each and every person in the room. I didn't know if I had some extra special danger sensing ability or if it was just pure primitive intuition, but a familiar hard mass of anxiety and fear settled into my chest.

Obviously, the crap was about to hit the metaphorical fan.

I stood up and took a precious few seconds to dump my trash in the disposal (Taking care of pollution, one biodegradable grease paper ball at a time) and then I was walking out the side door, into a draft of fresh night air. I lingered in the shadows beside the building, sheltered partially by a tree, as I scanned the area and listened for anything unusual. Ten seconds of silent observation could save your life, I'd heard that uttered in a loud, snarling tone about ten thousand times from the loud-mouthed jerk who trained the Vampires right outside our cozy little prison room/lab.

Good times.

I finally decided that there was nothing there and moved to step out of the shadows, when a large shadow obscured the light from a nearby street lamp, followed shortly by another one. They couldn't be anything but Vampires... how had they found me? It seemed there were only two... but even as I watched, one suddenly turned and swooped in another direction and dove into the nearby woods.

I started to step back into the shadows, but froze. No matter what I did, they obviously knew I was here. They would be expecting me to run and I would have no where to go. The thought of being trapped like a mouse sent a surge of hot anger through me. I would have to do the opposite of what they were expecting then, which was beat the crap out of them.

Back at the Ward, my ability to fight and survive had been tested against beings of all types, but mainly Vampires. I hadn't known what they were looking for when they made me and tested me and still didn't know, but I knew I could handle at least one Vampire easily, otherwise those nightmarish fights had been in vain. I just had to watch out for that second vampire and make sure they didn't work together, otherwise I might have problems.

I shrugged out of my leather jacket and shoved it into the tree trunk so I could retrieve it later, unfolding my wings and stretching them in preparation. I spent another few seconds tracking the Vampire in the sky, making sure the second one stayed gone (where the heck had it went, anyway?), and checking to make sure there weren't any witnesses to what I was about to do. So far it was clear, but any minute someone could pop out of nowhere.

I sucked in a breath and broke into an all out run from the restaurant, leaping into the air and working my wings hard to gain altitude and speed. I was already fifty feet above the ground when the distinct noise of Vampire wings flapping reached my ears, growing louder. I glanced back, as if I hadn't been expecting the Vampire, and flapped harder, the Vampire only feet behind me.

I could probably get away if I really tried, but there were no guarantees. Plus I was having a major adrenaline rush and I was very, very mad about being chased. I turned sharply in the air to come back the way I had come, noticing as I did that the Vampire was slow to do the same. They could turn fast on their own, but not if they were chasing unpredictable bird kids.

I swung up and turned as sharply as I could, wings straining, and managed to grab onto one of the Vampire's wings as he was attempting to make the same turn I had. It wasn't easy, but I managed to plant both my feet on his back, shifting one to his shoulder blade where his wing "arm" extended and folding my own wings in as we dropped steadily faster.

"Stop chasing me!" I half snarled, half screamed over the deafening roar of the wind, and pulled on his wing as hard as I could. There was a loud snapping noise that I could actually feel reverbrate in my bones and he screamed. I didn't know if I'd dislocated his wing or broken it completely, and at the moment I didn't care. I opened my wings and kicked away from him, propelling him the forty or so feet to the ground and propelling myself up at the same time.

It was horrible, having the strength to hurt someone like that, but that guy was a Vampire and he had the same strength. And would've done the same thing to me, so I stomped on any feelings of guilt I might have and firmly told myself I would keep my food down. That food wouldn't be as delicious the second time it came up. While I was giving myself a mental pep talk, I also told myself that I would beat the crap out of every Vampire I came across -with a smile on my face- until they stopped chasing me, even though I knew that wouldn't stop them from following their orders. Maybe it'd make them hesitate in the future, though.

I smirked as I landed beside the restaurant and retrieved my leather jacket from the tree, keeping an eye out for that second Vampire. Right now I'd be more than happy to take that jerk on. What can I say, I'm a violent person when my buttons are pushed. No sign of the Vampire though, and for the moment I hesitated by the tree, trying to decide if I should walk or fly. They'd be expecting me in the air, but maybe they would be able to keep a better eye on me if I were on the ground.

And normal people wonder about how they're going to get to work.