Chapter Six
Games
I was surrounded. I was surrounded with black. It was all I saw, all I felt, all I heard.
I felt empty, unwanted, dead, unloved, but most of all, alone.
I was vulnerable. Vulnerable to anything and everything. Suddenly, the black was disappearing. It was replaced with crimson splatters.
It was dripping down the walls, all over the ground, and the smell. God, the smell. With every breath I took, I inhaled that wretched scent. I didn't want to breath, I didn't want to look at it. I just wanted to close my eyes and hold my breath. But something wasn't letting me.
Blood. It was all blood. That's why it was so familiar. It was blood. I looked down at myself to see I was covered with it. From head to toe, blood. That's all I saw.
I woke up panting, sweat dripping off my face, yet again. I looked around the room to see I was still in my clothes, with the case still in front of me.
I sighed in relief, and sat up. I wiped the sweat that drenched my forehead, with the back of my hand.
These nightmares never made sense.
Each day it would change, with no relationship to the last one. I was getting really tired of it. I shook off the thought, and carried on with what I was doing.
I was no computer wiz, but I wasn't bad with them either. A name popped up, right across the screen in green, robotic letters.
Dylan Vaughn.
Hm. Dylan, huh? Well, okay then. I looked over at my clock to see it was 12
midnight.
I closed my laptop and was going to put it away, when I saw a white paper, folded neatly, resting on top of the case.
I picked it up, and read it over. It was the same handwriting, just a different note.
Meet me at the park, 10 minutes away. Don't be late. I expect you there in 20 minutes.
I got up off the ground and let the note rest on the case. I only had 10 minutes to get ready, then I had to get going. I had a feeling this Dylan guy was very interesting. I changed my outfit, so I was wearing this. I strapped on my weapon carrier, just in case.
I left a note in the kitchen, in case Kaitlin woke up, and I was off. It was a chilly night, but not that cold. It's not that the cold bothered me, it was the feeling I was getting each step I took closer to the park.
I brushed off the feelings, and entered the park.
Empty.
Nobody was here.
It was completely empty, all I could hear was the slight creaking from the swings, as they moved back and forth from the wind.
"Hello, Slayer." I heard somebody whisper in my ear.
I turned around swiftly, my hand flying towards my silver knife. Before I could grab it, a hand grabbed my wrist.
I looked up at the person, whom the hand belonged to. He was good looking, but he was a vampire.
It was obvious.
And vampire are killers, therefore, I didn't give a damn about this guy. Good looking, or not. He was a murderer in my eyes.
"Don't be getting any ideas, I'm only here on business." He said, in his velvet voice. I looked him over, cautiously.
He didn't look like he was going to get violent. But then again, with murderers, you can never tell.
"Business." I said, disbelievingly. "What kind of business?" I asked.
He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. His pale complexion glowing in the moonlight. Out of nowhere, a smile formed on his face.
A smile I didn't like.
"How 'bout a game?" He asked.
"I don't play games." I said, coldly.
"It'll be fun." He said.
I was suddenly curious. I'm not sure if it was some kind of effect he had, or it was my true emotions getting the best of me. "Name of the game?" I asked.
"No Rules. I made it up myself. In the game there are absolutely no rules, hence the name 'No Rules'." He explained.
"What do I have to do?" I asked, intrigued.
"You have to try to kill me, and I with you. Of course, you can't actually kill the person, but you can almost kill them." He said.
"If I win?" I asked.
"You get to go home free. But if you lose," He started, smiling a creepy smile. "Then you give me a kiss, and I get to take you wherever I want to." He finished.
"I should get two things." I said.
"And why's that?" He asked.
"Because if I lose, you get two things, but if I win, I only get one. It's not fair." I replied.
"Who said anything about being fair?" He asked, amused. Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, he was gone.
Let the games begin.
