W h y B i t e M e ?
C h a p t e r O n e : G e t t i n g O u t A l i v e
B y : S e r p e n t s V a n i t y

The train booth was pretty much empty, considering the time of day was around four on a Wednesday. The glares I was receiving from those who were on the train told me they didn't appreciate hearing my music blasting. Since I was almost the only rider in this car, along with five others at most, the silence made it easy to hear even a pin drop. I ignored the sharp, beady eyes for the last time and I turned back to the open window, staring out the dirty glass. It was a nice day out; the clouds were heavy and it looked as if it was threatening to rain again but it temperature was still warm with the breeze. The sun tried effortlessly to peek through the clouds but as soon as a little bit of sunshine was cast down, another set of clouds would stroll in and cover up the rays. Most people in the city found this weather to be irritating and depressing but I find it rather soothing. It always calms the busy city life and brings the world to a pause, if only for a little while. Sighing, I leaned my head back and let the music take over my senses. Feeling the heaviness of sleep tug at my eyelids, I let them fall shut and adjusted myself to get comfortable for the long ride.

My eyes fluttered open and was assaulted by the hazy light outside. I flipped up my wrist and gazed blankly at the face of my watch, letting it sink in that I had only been asleep for about fifteen minutes. No matter how tired my brain told me I was my body already refused to let me get some rest. Rolling my eyes irritation, I slid my mp3 player out of my pocket and scrolled through my playlists one more time. I grumbled and felt it reverberate through my throat. This trip had already taken so long that I had gone through every song and didn't want to listen to the same ones over again. I figured it would just be better to put it on shuffle and save myself from listening to the same twenty songs over and over again.

People had started to board the train I realized. The seats closer to the front of the booth seemed to be filled with chattering men and women, taking no notice to their surroundings. All their faces looked the same; all the women were plastered in make-up and the men wore the same hair style, whisked to one side. Why hadn't I taken my dad up on the offer to bring some of my friends along? This was going to be one hell of a boring trip and I had to endure it alone. If I wasn't mistaken, he had a new girlfriend of sorts and she would be staying with us while I was there. Tell me again how I was stupid enough to agree to this?

I guess I owed it to him or so said my mother. I hadn't been to visit him since he left mom and she said it's only fair that I give him a chance and that I needed stop avoiding him. Damn this was going to be an awkward trip. I should have never let mom send me on a guilt trip. I'm not the one who should be feeling guilty. Dad should have been coming to make amends with me. I shook my head angrily at the thought and let it whip against my face violently; each strand of my long hair sent a tiny ping of pain onto the skin of my cheeks. One long, deep breathe escaped my parted lips shakily, in hopes to calm me down. I swept the hair from blocking my vision and racked my fingers through it, fixing it and making it look like less of a mess. My hands lingered over my face, shielding the rest of the train from seeing the tears swelling up in my eyes. Somehow I'm wishing it will make this train go faster to where I want to go. I just want to get this month over and done with so I never have to deal with my father again. If dad had just done the right thing, me going to visit him wouldn't even be happening.

Then again, it wasn't dad's fault for cheating on mom. Mom wasn't supposed to find out in the first place. What an idiot. Did he honestly believe that mom wouldn't find out sooner or later; that I would remain blind to what was going on. What a fucking prick. I still couldn't comprehend how mom had forgiven him. I refused to, even after all this time. He didn't deserve it in my opinion. When I told mom that, she patted me on the back and said I didn't understand because I'm too young and that I haven't experienced love yet. If love had had anything to do with it, dad would have never hurt mom like that. I know she was trying to protect me but I feel she's sheltering herself from the truth: dad gave up.

I didn't have time to react as I was thrown from my seat as the train came to a sudden, abrupt stop. Others yelped and gave out short screams as bags and luggage from the racks crumbled down over their heads and caught them off guard. I rubbed my rear softly and stood up to get back into my seat. As I peered over the cushioned seats, I saw some of the crew shuffling down the aisles and signaling for passengers to take their seats. The sound of the speakers being turned on alerts the commuters and they all shifted their attention to the speakers above their heads.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain spe—" The man's voice was cut off and the speakers screeched something akin to a mad woman's howl.

Everyone around me gawked at one another in confusion, their eyes shooting to other members on our booth as if asking for answers. I ripped the headphones from my ear, desperately trying to get a sense of what was going on. The light above my head flickered on and off, trying to stay on but it died in moments, drowning the train in darkness. The other occupants mumbled to themselves with scrunched eyebrows and frowns, whispering about how the train might have broken down. I don't entirely think so because the conductor being cut off so unexpectedly doesn't warrant a breakdown. If it is though, this just adds to the fun on my trip. Please, do note the sarcasm.

This was going nowhere so I grabbed the strap to my backpack and made a dash to the car's door. Passengers and crew alike appeared bewildered and a little annoyed. A young woman was tossing and turning in her seat viciously, yelling into the air that we were going to die. One of the train's waiters did his best to help calm the woman down, along with the man who seemed to be her husband or boyfriend. Wow, poor guy, I don't think he realized what he was getting himself into by being with her. Not that it was my place to say. Shaking my head, I started off to the next train link but my eyes catch a colourful glimpse of confectionaries. At that precise moment, my stomach moaned in protest. I checked over my shoulder, my eyes sliding to the side to make sure the waiter is still busy with the lady. She's still shrieking and throwing a fit, so I assumed it would be safe to take a cake off the cart. It's not going to hurt anybody if I don't pay, plus I'm hungry and the waiter is busy. No harm done. Taking small mouthfuls, I finish it off and lick away the access icing on my fingers.

Then it hit me like a sack of nails and I rummaged through my bag, pulling out my cell phone. How had I forgotten about that? I snapped it open happily but my smile fell quickly as my eye twitched at the service bar: or the lack there of. In its place there was a red circle and It flashed on the bright screen, informing I was too far out in the middle of nowhere to get a damn signal. Great, just fucking dandy. I knew this phone was crap but common, couldn't it work the one time I need it to. Okay, I couldn't be the only person with a phone. Time to go hunting. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

It took a couple minutes to find someone and I had to travel through a few train cars but I found him. He was a tall man, well dressed and the way he sat in his seat made me think he was a little full of himself. Ironically, he was complaining about no one being able to get in contact with anyone. Well hello, maybe if you used your brain you could have come up with the idea of using a phone. Sometimes I wonder why we create technology for morons to use. It's not like they know how to. I may as well take the initiative. I tapped him on the shoulder and he looked at me like I was about to attack him. His only reaction was tisking his teeth and adjusting himself to turn his back to me. I dug my finger into his arm more aggressively this time.

"What?!" He's voice hissed through clenched teeth.

"Umm, could I possibly use your phone? I need to call my dad and tell him I'm going to be late but my phone doesn't get reception out here." I will admit, I was acting a bit and I disguised my voice with the 'cutesy' sound. "My dad is going to be so upset."

"Oh, well, yeah. No problem, just give me a second." He faced towards the window and spoke quietly, almost discreetly to the person on the other end. "I'll call you later Max; tell your kids I say hi."

He drew his conversation to a close and handed the phone over to me. I thanked him and began to dial 9-1-1. If only people were as smart as I was. The dial tone played heavily in my ears and then a squeaky, female voice asks what I would like but it's not what I had been expecting. Instead it's an automated voice asking what my problem is and what options I can choose from. Who the hell has an answering machine for a service line? What if this was something really urgent and someone seriously needed assistance. Well the cops just lost all respect from me.

I gripped the phone tightly within in my fingers, ready to whip it t the wall in front of me. Unfortunately, I knew I couldn't because I had to return it to the man that let me borrow it. I smiled at him one more time, thanking him for letting me borrow it and passed the small contraption to him. I swallowed thickly and considered returning to my seat but something from the front of the train echoed into the back and froze me. It was getting closer: it sounded like rabid animals or maybe distorted crying but it wasn't pleasant. I was happy I hadn't been the only one to notice it. The faces dropped on every single being around me. My breathing comes in hard pants as my adrenaline starts to come into play. The blood was rushing to my head in waves and now I was starting to form questions. What was going on here and why had no one contacted us? The conductor or whoever was driving this thing should have informed everyone of what was going on already. It was finally sinking in. Something was seriously wrong and it wasn't a power outage on the train. What if someone had gotten control? Maybe that's why the speaker system was taken offline. So no one could be told what was happening.

I mind turned into a blank abyss. I couldn't think anymore. I had to be over reacting to all this. We were all going to be okay and just needed to get my head on straight. I sucked in a breath and my throat felt like it was clenching with each intake of air. I felt like I was choking; like someone had their hands around my neck, squeezing the life from my body. I had to get through this, no matter what 'this' was. I was going to get to my dad's house and I would suffer this horrible trip whether I liked it or not! My whole body shook and goosebumps littered my flesh as stared down the rows of seats and passed the window into the other cart. I quickly walked to the back. I didn't stop or think of anything, just kept my eyes glued in front of me and walked as far as I could from that sound. That awful sound of breaking bones and nails against a chalk board had been getting closer and closer to our booth. It all happened so suddenly, I didn't even get a chance to blink. The glass from the windows all shattered and I felt it pelt against my skin as it flew inwards. The pain racked wails of the men and women ricocheted into the fields that stretched on; barren for miles. Biting my lip I turn my head to get a glance of anything. I could hear screams being silenced and something being torn apart. I just wanted, needed, to see what I was up against. I really wish I had never chosen to look back.

Now that I think about it, it got really silent and I understand why. There were dozens of them. Just picking off and killing people as if following a check list. I watched in horror and mild disgust as one of the…things sank into the flesh of a younger woman and the deep red crimson of her blood run over her pale skin. Its tongue ran over the drenched flesh and drank from her as though she was the fountain of youth. I had read about these creatures. Vampyres, if I recall. But these were the types of scenes you saw in gruesome fairy tales and movies. This was all too real and I was another sack of food for one of these things. As I stared and watched in fascination, I meet a pair of cold blue eyes and my breathing stopped. He scanned the area, from side to side, as if chaperoning the raid. He was completely spotless and void of blood or any other human parts. My feet stumbled clumsily beneath me as I tried to get away, my mind unconsciously trying to make distance between the two of us. His solid yet soft features don't go well with the stone mask expression that honed his face and the tongue that rolled over the white razorblades these things called teeth.

Ripping my eyes away, I turned and made a run for it. No matter what, I was not becoming just another check on the list for one of these bastards. I had to get away and running was my only option right now. I didn't care if it made me look like a coward; I was not going to be an entrée for one of these blood suckers. Bolting for the back of the car, I opened it and the eyes of so many others gazed on me. Some were tear-stained and others hugged each other closely, huddling for safety amongst their own with silent pleas for someone to help. My legs carried me swiftly to another door but not in time. More monsters had leaked into this car and the awful sight of bodies being feasted on was everywhere.

Help. Why had no one come? How was it no one knew what was going on here? I slammed the door open, more worried for my life than those who were already dead in my book. I run with speed I never knew I possessed and I passed through each train car, ashamed for not telling them what was in store for them. Survival was key and I couldn't risk helping these people at the cost of my life. With each passing car, the Vampyres seemed to be picking up speed and that meant I was getting easier to reach. I had no idea how many of them there were but with each second my life line was being cut short by that much more. My lungs burned like wild fire and it spread into my throat as I tried desperately to grasp for air. The pulse under my skin pounds a thousand times stronger and I can feel the blood running throughout my veins; the very essence that keeps me alive.

When I reached my destination of the last compartment of the train, everything was covered in an eerie silence and the only noise came from the creaking of the metal on metal. I couldn't hear anything now, not even a single footstep and it was somewhat unsettling. I wanted to know if they were coming for me. If they knew I was alive so I had a chance to know when or if I was about to die. I sat huddled on the floor in the luggage compartment with my back against the wall and my ears fixed to hear any sounds.

Shaking my head to rid myself of doubts, I took a stand on sore and lifeless legs. It felt like I was trying to drag weights with every step I take. How was I supposed to get away if I could barely walk? Hurray for being optimistic. Opening the door again, I covered my mouth and nose, shielding it from the rancid smell. It was like I had walked on set to a horror film, there was so much blood caked everywhere. It pooled around the lifeless corpses lying on the floor and stained the rich blue carpet of the train. Carefully stepping around the bodies, I tried to avoid the torn flesh and messes left behind on the floor. It's almost amazing; the sight that is. It just proves how weak and defenseless we are as humans. These people couldn't do anything to save themselves and look at them now; trash that was so easily discarded.

I snuck quietly along the train and tried to stay out of sight from windows, in search for possible survivors. I crawled about for what felt like about fifteen minutes and to my joy, I could hear muffled voices further on. I scrambled to gain balance and rushed passed countless doors. The voices were clearer no and they weren't the people I could ask for help. I drop to the ground and move off to the side to make sure I won't be seen. Moving towards the door, I pressed my ear against it and prayed they would be leaving soon. It seemed like they were arguing over something or maybe they were just riled up, the sick bastards. I peeked through the slight crack in the train door and watch as they pace around, kicking at the dead bodies.

"You checked to make sure everyone was finished off right?" This made me snicker because from what I could tell, I was very much alive; for now at least.

"Yeah, everyone was taken care off. We're going to have to call the police for clean up. I do hope they were told we were doing this today. I'm kind of surprised they aren't already here."

I could feel my stomach give a violent lurch. The police knew about this? But how could you let something like this happen to so many people? These things should be put down, not catered to. Without realizing, I slammed my head against the door and just as I did so, my actions sunk in. Somehow, the door slid on its tracks and I fell down face first into another blood soaked carpet. I looked up and saw dozens of eyes staring at me with dread. I get on my knees and back away from them.

"I thought you said you had checked to make sure there was nothing left alive?" I could see the anger dripping off him as he fixes his eyes on me. His voice was unnaturally calm for someone who appeared angry, but I think that's what scared me even more. To tell you the truth, they all seemed calm and composed, despite the fact they could have made a grave mistake in not killing me.

"I thought I had. The only place I didn't check was the last car. I didn't realize you could get into it without a key. That's how it used to be in the old days at least." He never took his piercing hazel eyes off me.

He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled, which was quickly shared amongst the others. They all smiled at me but the one with the hazel eyes stalked forward languidly. He was being cocky but I wasn't taking any chanced. I leapt to my feet and dart in the other direction. My hand closed around the knob of the door but he pounced, catching my wrist and slamming me into the ground. The sound of my head hitting one of the seats cracking on the metal frame and my back thudded like thunder against the padded floor, knocking all the wind out of my lungs. I curled onto my side, my arms wrapped instinctively around my chest as I tried desperately to fill my lungs with air and clear my vision from the shock of hitting my head. His sick sadistic smile loomed over me as he licked his perfectly straight, ghostly white teeth, but the fangs that grew with an unbelievable pace made my heart stop. I felt him go down on me, but there was no heat from him and his smooth movements were unnerving. When I heard him chuckle I was brought out of my reverie just in time to see him dive down. I grabbed the first my fingers touched, grasping onto a leather bag and forcing it in between his teeth before he could get a bite of me. Maybe he should have thought to restrain me or something because if I stayed alive for this long, did he think I was just going to roll over and die for him?

I forced him back with the bag and freed a hand to swing up and clip him in the jaw. The crunching of bone wasn't really heard but I felt it underneath the skin and wanted to scream at the pain. He made a attempt to hit me back but my foot kicked up, hitting him in the gut. I watched as he keeled over and I took off from under him. He didn't let me leave so easily. His hand wrapped around my ankle and pulled, his nails tearing through my stocking and into my skin. With a hiss, I moved as fast as I could because the train quaked with the footsteps of the vampyres that were following in pursuit of me. Trying to focus and figure out how the hell I was getting out of here alive, I looked around me to see where I was; almost at the last compartment. This meant I was coming close to the end. I chanced a glance out the window to see that the sun was finally falling over the distant hills. Smiling to myself I opened the door but was stopped in my tracks as I was thrust backwards.

Looking up, I see a female with long blonde hair and blood red eyes look down on me. As I stared at her, she looked at me as if I was a puzzle and she was trying to piece me together. Hadn't she ever been told not to play with her food? It was bad etiquette. Just as I get up, she lunged forward and I jumped back onto the ground, letting her fly over top of me. I dive through the door and just as I made it through, I slam the door on the face of the blonde haired woman. Taking a few footsteps backwards, I keep looking at the woman who just stands there and shakes her head with a clown like grin on her face. I don't stop to wonder why she wasn't following me anymore. I just want out and if she's decided I wasn't worth the effort than I was happy to say the least.

Just when I thought I was finally alone, I could feel a presence behind me. I never even got the chance to turn because as soon as I realized who and what it was, I could feel the elongated teeth sink into the base of my neck, just above the shoulder and suck on the open wound. I didn't know whether to scream or not but I could tell it hurt. My voice attempted to make a sound, but it was so distant and foreign, even to my ears. Whatever this feeling was, I never wanted it to stop. It's like molten lava flowing through your veins and then your entire being is consumed by this one feeling. My legs grow weak and I lose balance. They almost immediately gave out on me but a hand tangled in my hair and an arm snaked around my waist held my in place and from hitting the floor. My vision was blurring and everything was beginning to unravel. My eyes slide to the side and the one thing I remembered from this entire fiasco is staring right back at me. Those bright, cold, blue eyes stared me down, testing me to see what I'll do next. My head spun and I couldn't tell if I was breathing any longer. The burning in my veins is replaced by an ice cold sensation and every muscle in my body contracted. I wondered if this is what a heroin fiend feels like because now I could understand why anyone would want to take the drug. The feeling is so damn good.

His teeth unsheathed themselves from my skin and his tongue danced playfully across the ripped sinew. I tried to move and he looked at me from the corner of his eyes, bringing my hand to his lips and kissing it lightly. He pressed his nose roughly against my skin, nuzzling my hair and whispers something in my ear. I can't hear anything now though but I feel the warm puffs of air on the shell of my ear as he talks to me. My eyes roll back into my head and I struggle to breath. I can't and it feels weird because you grow up knowing how to…And now, I'm on my few last breathes and I can't even take them.

He laid me down on the ground and from what I could make out in this distorted vision, the rest of the vampyres followed behind him faithfully. He didn't even give me a second glance and now I can really tell that humans are nothing but something to keep their pathetic existence alive. They take what they want and aren't even a bit remorseful for the lives of all the people they had taken. My hand clawed at the carpet, drawing his attention. I could make out that his head spins around and I tried to squint to see his expression. I think he's surprised that I'm fighting to stay alive and a little annoyed that I just won't accept death. He walked over and just when he bent over me, my body stiffened. I finally blacked out, wondering if this means that I've died.

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Okay well here is the first chapter. I am still revising so there may be a couple of changes from now until I update again. I've already got the second chapter started but it is going to be a lot longer than this. This was just to give insight and a look at what the story develops from.

I hope you liked it and I would appreciate it if you all reviewed! It lets me know there are people out there reading it so it makes me want to continue.