Thread: Falling in love with darkness(Londier & Morgenson21)

Running tonight was different, human almost. It was hard. But what choice did he have? He couldn't climb, couldn't hide, and definitely couldn't turn and fight. They were too close, he was too injured and it only kept getting worse. But he couldn't stop, he had to keep going. If he could just make it to the city, then he would be safe for the time being. Zain, you bastard! When I get my hands on you...! . The voice had grown faint, but even then, he was still on high alert, desperate for escape. Zain was a valued member of the Vampire order, sector 29 to be exact, one of the strongest and most well known in the world. He was the muscle, the speed, and most of the time the brains. He kept the sector at it's best, even when their prestigious leader could not. But of course, such a valuable piece could not last forever. Zain was different, unlike anything they had ever seen. He created relationships with those he was sentenced to feed upon or kill. Of course, he did his job, and he kept himself strong, but not with a happy hand. It pained him to see the humans in agony, begging for their lives, so he did the unthinkable. On his last night in the order, he witnessed a feeding frenzy. A woman, crying and screaming out, saying that she had children, and that they would be alone without her. He couldn't stand the torture any longer, so he released her. He set her free and killed her attackers. His brothers. An action that would send him into exile and have him murdered at the stake. But no, he wouldn't go so easily. He fought them off, as many as he could, only to be beaten down, ripped apart, finally getting the strength to run seek refuge. But they followed, having tasted his blood and living with his scent for centuries. Now he remained running, his body battered and torn, bleeding from wounds that should have killed him. There was no way he would survive, but it was better than being killed at the hand of imbeciles. Just a few more minutes and he would be in the clear. He could already hear the people and smell the obnoxious scent of exhaust fumes and fast food. So late at night and these streets were still crawling. It didn't make any sense, but then again, what did he know about this breed? Chicago was always such a lively place to be. Especially around the holidays. People shopping like mad men, fighting one another to get the next big thing for gifts. Or arguing over who would get the biggest turkey. He'd observed these actions from afar and always found it entertaining, but tonight, nothing was funny. He could care less about these humans, and even with them all staring at him and talking, he ignored the urges and stumbled through the streets. Of course, he probably did look strange. Early November and here he was with no shirt, barely any pants and scratches filleting his body. He was surprised when no one had called the police. The police would be the least of his worries. He wasn't looking for trouble, just somewhere to comfortably lay down and well, die. And that was exactly what he found. He stumbled and trudged on through the crowds, making his way into an alleyway that was well away from the people. Dark, secluded, he would be safe enough here. So that was where he stayed. He took his place next to a dumpster, sliding down the wall and resting his hand against the grimy green metal. It was almost like relief to finally sit down after the battle he had just endured, and only at this moment did his welcome his death with open arms.