All he seen was despair and his death. He was in shock; he didn’t move an inch. He was about to die by a thousand cuts.

An unexpected claw slashed at his head. His head crashed against the makeshift metal helmet, he staggered, his head feeling befuddled. But as he fell on his arse, the muscular vampire began a jumping motion that went straight towards him. Arthur kicked his legs and stopped the vampire from jumping on him, and Arthur jumped up to his feet, seeing a horde heading his way.

Arthur threw his crowbar straight towards the vampire, hitting him on his forehead, the thing collapsed to the floor. Arthur sprinted away from the remaining horde, that was hot on his heels. He couldn’t feel any of his injuries, just that drive to live. Self-prevision. But that self-prevision is to serve someone else.

He had seen fast vampires, slow vampires and average vampires but he had not seen such raw power in a vampire. Too fast for him, too strong, but somehow, he had survived and needed the vigour to continue surviving this nightmare.

It didn’t take long for him to realize that they were catching up with him, and he was moving a lot slower. He had to try to slow them down.

He had the idea of throwing his helmet at them, maybe they’d fall over each other, but he did not want to sacrifice his protection, he thought.

He continued running past the large area that came to end with a opened large door, and as he entered it, he seen many exits and other doors. He thought, he was lucky to find that control room. He exited out the large room to a similar room where he could see a light source, it had to be that opening where he had entered.

He ran towards it like it was a light sent from the angels above.

The sound of a thousand footsteps chasing him made him feel powerless. He had doubts that he would reach the light. Clomping footsteps, his heavy breathing, and the sweat drowning his eyes were making everything harder. He felt like he would be grabbed at any moment and his life would be over. Every second he was running; he could tell someone was too close to clutching onto his shoulder.

Until another hope came his way. A massive pole that had fallen off a huge scaffolding that was against the wall. He arrived near the pole and picked it up, struggling to lift it at first. However, he felt impressed at how quick he grabbed and picked the pole up in one motion. Arthur turned and faced the vampire horde, feeling an overwhelming amount of bravery as he stared them in the eyes. He lifted the pole and threw it at them with force. He didn’t even look at the outcome, he just ran to the light.

The light was in front of him, footsteps behind him that were further but still worried him. He had to be quick at getting on the floor to crawl through the opening that would lead him to safety. He had one chance to escape, the hairs on his neck stood up as realized it.

He jumped into the prone position, almost sliding through the gap, though he had to crawl his way through. His arms went through the opening, and he grabbed the ground on the opposite side and desperately pulled himself through. Arthur could hear screams and roars as he successfully crawled through.

All he could see was the mist and dust floating in the air, the sky coloured with an evil red, a blackened sun that made him feel the hopelessness of his situation. He questioned whether he’d rescue the family.

He continued to run from the opening and ran to the entry of the highway. He hoped the dust wouldn’t affect him too much. He hoped his getaway would be easy with little work, but his legs were beginning to feel the fear and the tiredness. He wondered if his eyes would close, close by death or by prostration.

Arthur ran up the landslide, hearing, “stop! Stop now you fool, there is no escape for a mere mortal like you.” Arthur heard the manly voice and seen the muscular vampire. He had been the only one that had exited the underpass. He ignored him, ran faster, and wondered where he would run to.

Arthur thought he had no chance of escaping. He knew that the vampire was faster, stronger, and could see within the dust and mist. Arthur began to run on the highway, the dust became thicker, he could no longer see. As he wondered through the hefty dust, he could hear whispers that felt like they were calling him. The sweat drowned him, his legs like jelly, and the feeling that there was no hope within sight. With the dust surrounding him, the sweat drowning him, and whispers haunting him, he knew his time was up.

He continued running until he couldn’t. He stopped with his heart rate roaring. Though, he continued moving by lightly jogging. He just couldn’t give up, that was not him, he passionately thought.

As he firmly continued, his eyes matched a different object to a car. It was a motor bike, and as he moved closer towards it, he seen it hadn’t been damaged like everything else had been. The motor bike was pure black, with red symbols on it, he had not seen symbols like it, though he wasn’t too clued up on stuff like that, he cluelessly thought.

The hope had not disappeared because the keys were in the ignition. He turned them instantly. And without a second thought he began to jump on the bike. But a great loud clang vibrated inside his helmet, and he dropped to the floor. His head turned to face… the muscular bloodsucker. Arthur could see the anger in the vampire’s eyes, it wanted to rip him into pieces, but he couldn’t allow that. He began to get up and run at the vampire.

The vampire allowed him to run at him, however, the vampire grabbed him by his throat and held him up in the air like he was proving a point. Arthur’s feet were off the ground, trying to catch a breath, and strategizing on how he would escape the vampire’s grasp. But nothing seemed like a good idea, every idea felt like it would lead to death. The broad vampire threw him forwards against a car, Arthur fell on top of the window screen, his back felt it instantly, a throbbing pain going from the bottom of his spine to the top of it.

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He seen it coming straight for him, walking like he had nothing better to do and he looked like he enjoyed hurting him, he thought. The vampire was closer, Arthur was sure this was it. But it grabbed him again and threw him to the next car. Arthur didn’t land on it this time; he landed right next to the car door with the back of his head hitting it.

Arthur thought that the vampire was taking his time with it, he wasn’t a strong opponent, so he didn’t blame it. He thought himself a coward who has put up a pathetic fight, all he did was run away.

In his self-pity, he seen that the car was a broken-down cop car. He wondered and wondered if this was his final hope. He seen it walking towards him, so got off his arse. He moved to the trunk of the car, while limping and stumbling. As he reached the trunk, he looked through the broken window and prayed that something was there that could be used as a weapon. He seen nothing but a blanket. He wondered and grabbed it like it was life or death. He dropped the dusty blanket on the dusty floor, and to his surprise a shotgun was sitting there. He froze on how lucky he was getting, but without a second thought he grabbed it, cocked it back, looked for his target and shot at him. The vigorous vampire immediately ducked the shot, Arthur was stumped to how he did it, he thought he was so quick to dodge that shot, so inhumanely.

Arthur looked around the car but couldn’t see it. He started to panic; he could not see or hear it. He thought it was best to jump on top of the car and guard himself. He checked every angle, behind himself, in front of himself, turning his head side to side.

He heard nothing except his heavy breathing, his extreme heart rate and his erratic footsteps. Until he heard a scratching sound on the car. He turned to face his front. “Kablam!!” He takes a step forward. “Kablam!!” The broad vampire was sprawled out on the bonnet. “Kablam!!”

He jumped off the car and headed to the motor bike, without expressing his injuries. He can hear the bike’s engine as he jumps on it, thanking the lord on escaping the endangerment. Arthur had not been so thankful in his life; he knew luck carried him through.

Arthur revved and took off driving through the middle of the highway, avoiding the cars in the process.

“I thought something had happened to you, something terrible.”

His heart began slowing down as his dad talked to him like a human. Danny expected him to have turned, considering his luck. He had no words, just sadness, and a feeling of despair, a feeling that he could not go on any longer. He waited, standing like a melon, waiting for his father to embrace him.

“What the fuck are you doing out anyway?! It looks like a shit-fest out there, no wonder you’re always causing trouble, you’ve got no downtime.” His voice instantly became softer and less angered, “why are you out?”

Danny had no answers, only shock. He thought his dad had a clue about what happened to his mum, but clearly not. Danny shuddered, as he thought about whether she had come back or wasn’t coming back, he did not know which was the better option.

“And where is your mother? I’ve been looking around for her but absolutely nothing.” Kiran got no answer from Danny, and that is when Kiran noticed his son was frozen, had dread in his eyes and was wounded. He moved closer to his son and began counselling him. “What happened, son? it is okay, boy, you can tell me anything.”

He wanted to tell him about his mother but hadn’t the courage to tell. Danny stared into his father’s eyes, hoping to tell him through his sadness, but he just brought Danny closer towards him and hugged him tightly. For a second Danny forgot about everything. He had forgot about the horror he had seen, forgot the tragedies he had experienced, forgot all from one hug. On his journey he had forgot to remember how much family matters, they can brighten your abyss, he thought.

He hadn’t a clue for how long they had been hugging for, but Kiran knew his son needed it. It made him wonder what Danny had gone through and most of all, what happened to his wife. Kiran’s mind started racing whether his wife was okay, he thought if anything had happened to her, he would lose it. As the thoughts went through his head like they were on a line of sting passing through, he hated it, pondering on the fact that she could actually be dead. He truthly believed it, he thought, if she was alive Danny would say something, anything. He had no idea on how he would look after Danny, not on his own he thought. Kiran knew nothing when it came to looking after Danny, and he liked it like that, nothing was sweeter than coming home from a long hard day and not having to pay attention to him, and that’s why he always hated the weekends.

“Oh son, I can’t imagine…” Before he could even finish, the door slammed open. He seen someone walk in, but a shadow covered their face as they entered. Kiran recognized the figure of the person, the slim, long and majestical body. The person was laughing manically, and as it laughed, he knew it was a woman. He just couldn’t quite place the laugh, he figured that she was vampire too. No way humans are acting like this in a time like this.

She entered the light and spoke while laughing, “welcome to hell, boys!”

“No, it cannot be!”

“Oh, but it can be, and you should be thankful it is me. Anyone else would rip you apart.”

Kiran’s face collapsed as the dread crept in. The words were nice, but her tone was horrifically sarcastic, he thought. He had never seen her act in such a way that made him feel uncomfortable. The dread continued as she spoke.

“Babe, life is felling really great right now. Don’t look at me like that; you’ll feel what I’m feeling soon, I promise.” Her laughing continued while not taking her eyes off him.

Kiran finally broke his silence and spoke with confusion, “What do you mean?”

She ignored him, with her eyes now on Danny, but Danny hid behind Kiran. Kiran just couldn’t comprehend the situation, he felt like the roles had been reversed. He moved his arm behind him and rubbed Danny’s shoulder, trying to bring some sort of serenity.

“Please don’t be like that. I am still here to make sure you live, without your humanity of course.” She moved closer towards, walking mysteriously slow, “Danny, you will hate your humanity… eventually, and you will be thankful to lose it.” They both stood there with nothing to say, though their face said everything she needed to know. She knew how scared they were, and she was excited by it, she loved it, loved it more than being a mother.

She had never felt such freedom as she looked upon her family. She knew she could do anything to them, if they didn’t have such high purposes. She could want whatever she wanted. And the drive to achieve her dream was a clear, wanted and ideal one. She knew what to do and was prepared to do anything for that.

But she had one problem, and she needed to deal with that problem.

The room, all of a sudden, went cold like it had turned winter in their living room, and they both seen her walking slowly towards them. “What are you doing?” Kiran shouted desperately.

Elizbeth was on mute. She started to speed walk towards them, smiling, while giving them daggers. Her blonde, silver hair turned to a cape as she began to run. Screaming, “hope you are ready for me, boys!”