13th Floor

by Rene' Jay

A/N:

So, this story came up with a random desire to make a vampire character. Though, I promised myself I never would make one (I'm not a Vampire fan at all for whatever reason.). The idea's sorta also became what can be described like the TV show "Special Unit 2". Loved that show when I was a kid, so I guess this is a bit of a dedication to it? Anyways, if you read, Enjoy. :]

Prologue

His foot pressed against the brake as far as it could sink, hands flipped the wheel sharply, the thundering of squealing tires filled the air. He felt his body jerk with the motion, but his arms tensed, trying to keep him straight. The car came to a halt, one hand quickly glided to the stick, jerking the mode of the car from drive to park. He ripped away the buckle, flying through the door.

He left the car on, glancing in the direction it's lights flashed. They shown through the park's trees, a black shadow flashed by them in the distance, where the lights stared to fade.

It was close.

Jake felt his heart began to race, adenine shooting through his veins. He grinned, hand grabbing his trusty pistol, the other clutching a flashlight. Then, he made his descent into the darkness.

His foot steps, crunching through the grass. Distance horns blaring, and engines reeving from the vehicles of the busy city, they were distracting. He thought about stopping, to close his eyes and focusing on his target, but that could easily mean death.

He paused, back pressed against a tree. Head turning in each direction, he took a deep breath. It was then he heard a woman's voice, shrill echoing, stopping his heart. He cursed, and sprinted towards it.

“Where is it...where is it!?” he muttered loudly, he bit his lip. “And where is he...that idiot's late again!”

Jake jumped over a herd of bushes, feet landing on the nearly invisible concrete. There, hidden under a bench, was a crouched woman, crying, knees pressed against her chest, clearly in the fetal position. She looked like a small child hiding under her covers, hoping the boogie man wouldn't find her.

Jake rushed to her side, “Ma'am, ma'am, are you alright!?” he rested his flashlight on the bench, free hand moving to her shoulder.

She jumped, screaming again. Eyes wide and bland, mascara running down her cheeks.

“I...you...what” she gasped through breathes, choking on tears.

“It's okay, you'll be just fine. I'm with--” before he could finish his sentence, he watched as suddenly the ground became further away from him. The breath forced out of him, as his collar strangled his neck. Something pulled him up with a great force, and now, the ground was coming closer again, but faster. His back collided against the grass, the wind knocked out of his lung. However, he fought the pain, rolling, listening to the woman begin a new series of horrified screeches. Truly, the one part he hated of his job. Screaming was annoying.

Jake jumped back to his feet, hearing a low growl that sounded like four wolves clamoring once. A pair of glowing yellow eyes flashed at him, hungrily, and angrily. He listened to the creature snarl, his flashlight caught the saliva dripping from it's fangs which glistened in the moonlight. Again, he mentally cussed to himself.

The creature launched for him, howling, dissonant with the woman's frantic hollering. He jumped out of the way, rolling around again. He crouched, pistol aimed at the beast. He pulled the trigger, watching the monster's shoulder vault back from the force of the blow. It whined, then howled once more, charging at Jake.

He tried to dodge a second time, but the creature was too quick, and caught his leg in mid air. Jake gasped, feeling his body once more out of his control, spinning around, and then launched like a Frisbee once again.

“Where is that idiot, where is that idiot?!” He thought before his body once against collided rough, and painfully to earth. The felt this time, the impact tearing through his clothes. A variety of new scratches, and gash stinging through his frame.

He lifted his face up, meeting a pair of bare, and hairy pale feet. Suddenly, his head was uncomfortably wet, and smelled of old meat. He heard the low, satisfied growl above him, he frowned. A powerful force grabbed him by the back of the shirt again, pulled him up chastely. He stared into the eyes of the monster, the creature seemed to smirk back at him. It's free hand grabbed him by the neck, squeeze tightly, then loosening, playing with his prey.

Jake, other than worrying for his life and throat, heard a different screech. Not of the irritating, sniveling of the woman. His captor's ears faulted, he let out a sort cry at his eyes focused elsewhere. The high pitched frequency seemed to bother him, Jake laughed. The creature glowed, squeezing tightly against Jake's neck once more.

Jake closed his eyes, kicking his legs up against the beast's chest, hoping to escape. But within just a split second, the pressure was gone, and he was falling to the ground.

The creature bellowed, sounded wounded. Jake looked up, watching at it helplessly struggled against a shadowed figure, limbs kicking and flailing in every direction, crying out in pain, longing for help. A few seconds later, it went completely limb and silent.

Jake sat there, huffing, fingers against his throat, nursing it gently. The figure which stood over the monster, came to him.

Under the moonlight, a tall, handsome face smiled eagerly at Jake. His own fangs shimmering, blackened with blood.

“You...got him.” Jake breathless spoke, slowly standing back up.

The other man grabbed his arm, balancing him. “Paralysis. He'll be out long enough to get him back to the base.” he grinned, showing off his proud canines.

“Good...good.” Jake sighed, gazing up into a pair of playful dark brown eyes. He glared, suddenly punching his rescuer in the jaw.

“'Gel you bastard! Where were you!?”

The other shook his head. “For the last time Jayjay, I knew who my father was.”

Jake pushed him away, “You call for back up, I'm going to my car. Stupid vampire...” He trusted his finger into the man's face. “I swear, I swear, I'm going to make you pay for this. I'm tired of your tardiness!”

“Come now Jay, I can't leave all those pretty blonde's to dance by themselves. You know how lonely they get.”

“Whatever. I hate you. So much.”

“You're welcome.”