This Is a short story I wrote a while ago, It is all In Kagome's Point Of View.
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I stuffed the IPod headphones in my ears scaling the wheel to full volume and sat under the lush, shady tree drowning out the sounds of children playing in the park and riding the waves of the music, the occasional riffs slowly lulling me into a dream state.
I bent down to tie my shoe when I realised the colour of the grass, red... crimson, I felt fear in the pit of my stomach swell and almost suffocate me as the grass started to flow around my expensive shoes, slowly rising, slowly covering my feet, I tried to move to find the pressure of the now knee high blood river holding my feet in place, I felt something grab onto my leg and pull with the oncoming current causing me to slip, the music turned to a fast paced orchestraic violin solo, the frantic notes rising shrilly, a cello joined with a slow morbid movement of a wolf stalking its prey, I coughed and spluttered feeling the thick metallic tang of blood sliding down my throat after I was suddenly mobilized and able to struggle to the surface. In a flash the river disappeared leaving me sprawled on the dead grass, droplets of dew like blood still clinging to it. I coughed, my mouth suddenly dry, and pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, something on my mind told me to look up, seeing a threatening, shadowy image of a graceful yet somehow dramatically thrilling woman made the illogical survival part of my mind take over and I was running, all signs of wariness gone as if thrown to the slowly lifting wind. the scenery changed and I was running down a street like my own, I saw a flash of colour in my peripheral vision and whipped my head to see a teenage sized corpse hanging from a branch of an oak tree on my neighbour’s yard. I saw the shadow again step out from behind the large trunk of the ancient tree and walk closer as I tripped and went sprawling my elbows grazing and my knees burning, my jeans ripping, I barely felt my head hit the ground until I felt a trickle of blood run down the side of my face, I scrambled around to see the source of my fall only to see another corpse, the corpse of my best friend since grade three. I let out a silent scream my mouth a gaping hole. I couldn’t make a sound, and it scared me more than anything. the shadow was but a few steps from me now and I turned and started climbing, not caring for the hill of bodies underneath me, feeling the squish of muscle and fat and the hardness of bones under my hands and the rubber soles of my shoes, I couldn’t even comprehend the faces, all I knew was that I needed to get away, all these people were already dead... I wasn’t... and I wanted to live. I felt a hand grip around my angle and I whirled around onto my butt kicking the hand away from myself, I could see the glowing red eyes and the fangs and his ethereal long moonlight hair blew in an imaginary wind. I always grew up idolising vampires, I loved them to no extent, I thought through what I would say if I ever met one, and my mum... my mum before she died always used to joke with me about their ‘kindness’ and their ‘envy’ of human life. But now, now I was afraid, this god of the night wanted to kill me, he wanted to suck me dry for all I knew and just leave me here to rot with the rest of these people, without a proper burial even. I was starting to love the “survival” part of my brain, and If I could have rewarded it I would have without a doubt. I kicked the hand again as hard as I could and stumbled away the thing hissed and the bodies disappeared. I felt a hand close around my neck cutting off my air supply, wheezing I struggled as it slammed me up against the tree time and time again, I saw black around the edges of my vision as the vampire brought my hand up to her mouth and bit down on it.
I jolted awake slapping the source to the sharp pain in my hand, my dog wined as my friend laughed, pointing at me and exclaiming “WHAT A WORK OF HORROR YOUR FACE IS!” I warily smiled at her before turning my IPod off and petting my dog on the head mumbling a sorry. My friend and I ran off joking and pushing each other as we passed a man under the lamppost, his net tied up silver hair was nagging at the corner of my mind as he smirked at me and walked in the opposite direction.