Rebecca sat in the middle of the den. Her eyes were tired and her hair was wild and uncombed. She was exhausted, but her body would not sleep she hadn't even closed her eyes since her father had left. All around her lay the blood and decaying remains of zombies. Her pistols were resting on the coffee table. Both had been emptied of their ammunition and she would have to renew her ammo. However, the question that egged at her now was one so difficult, just saying it in her mind wasn't enough.
"What do I do now?" Rebecca whispered.
This question had never been a real problem for Rebecca to answer. Even after her mother died, her father had been there to help her pick up the pieces. It was him who had explained to her the existence of supernatural creatures
he had taught her, encouraged her, and he had loved her. With him around, Rebecca had never felt more secure. He was all that she had. But now
he was gone. The world seemed so much darker now, and it had nothing to do with the night, for the sun was starting to rise in the distance.
"What can I do now?" Rebecca rephrased her question. Rebecca felt helpless, unable to do anything of any worth. What did she have to work off of? The children of the night were uneasy and out of control
the vampires were becoming active and the zombies were being controlled
and the only culprit that Rebecca had to go off of was this mysterious name, "S." It was almost nothing
it didn't help her at all.
Rebecca climbed to her feet and walked to the stairs. She climbed up and walked to her room at the far end of the hall. She went to her bed and threw herself on it. Never before had the bed felt so inviting. As she lay her face in the pillow, plans and ideas began stewing in her head. She had to think of something to do. Her father had told her to stop the attack
but she didn't know where or when the attack would come. How could she stop something she knew nothing about?
Rebecca climbed to her knees and kneeled on the bed. She looked out her bedroom window at the night sky. The stars winked and danced in front of her. It was a beautiful night despite all that had happened
and if she ever needed the comfort of that starry sky, it was now. However, she had a feeling that the stars alone wouldn't be enough to revive her and help her this time
what would her dad say? What would he do? Rebecca lowered her head and closed her eyes. Rebecca decided to do something she hadn't done in a while.
I don't know what I'm going to do." She whispered. Her father had always taught her to pray when you felt lost and uncertain
however, this was the first time she had ever felt that way. She had reached her breaking point.
"When the world turns its back on you and everything looks hopeless, that's the point where you need to look to God." That was something her father always used to tell her.
"My mom is gone, now my dad is gone. I know that you have a plan and everything
but I don't know what to do anymore. Please, help me out." As she prayed, she felt ridiculous. It wasn't because she didn't believe in Christ, but it was the fact that she didn't think she was speaking right. When her dad prayed, it was always so formal and it always mesmerized those that heard him
you could tell he was talking to God. Here, she wasn't sure if she was praying correctly. Does God listen to prayers that aren't powerful? "Please, God
I'm so lost right now. I just-"
Rebecca spun around to where the sound had come from. Was it another zombie attack? No
she would have heard more than one crash. However, there was something in her house. Rebecca leaped from her bed and ran to the door. She had left her weapons downstairs
so she would have to use hand to hand combat against whatever had snuck into her home. Rebecca preferred to use weapons, but she wasn't helpless without them. She quietly slipped down the stairs and looked around the corner of the front hall to the den.
There was a tall stranger standing in the den. He was looking around with his back to Rebecca. He didn't seem to know that she was there. Rebecca searched for anything that she could use as a weapon against this new comer. She looked and saw that her pistol was still on the coffee table
if she could move fast enough, she might be able to grab it before the stranger had time to react. Rebecca crouched low and began to creep across the floor. With each step she feared that she might alert the stranger, but he never turned around to look at her. She was getting so close
just a few more steps and she could get the gun.
"I would not do that if I were you." Rebecca froze. The man turned around to look at Rebecca and she finally saw the stranger for who what he was. He had on a black double breasted suit with a red tie and pleated pants. He looked very professional...almost like a lawyer. His eyes were deep red and his hair was a deep grey. He had razor sharp fangs and his face was pale. By human standards, he looked almost 40. However, by vampire standards, he was probably much older than that.
"Not another one of you." Rebecca growled. "I've had my fill of you blood suckers for one night." The vampire frowned.
"How interesting you are, Night Angel," he growled. Rebecca noticed that he had a thick Russian accent. "you are staring death in the face and you do not show fear." The truth was that Rebecca didn't have time to show fear. Her mind was filled with variables and options. Could she possibly make it to her pistol before this vampire struck? Would she be able to overpower him if she couldn't? The odds were against her.
"If you're going to feed of me, kindly get it over with
I've had a pretty depressing night." The vampire nodded.
I am aware." The vampire snarled. "It has been a very trying night for you, Night Angel." Rebecca felt a flash of anger at being called that name again. However, she couldn't help but notice that the vampire hadn't chosen to attack her yet.
you going to kill me or not?" Rebecca snapped. The vampire cocked his head to the side.
"No." He said simply. "Susan would be quite unhappy with me if I were to feed on her daughter." Rebecca's world seemed to pause as these words processed.
"What?" Rebecca cried.
"It is remarkable...you look just like your mother." The vampire replied. Rebecca felt like she had been hit hard in the stomach. The air was knocked from her lungs and she felt light headed. Everything seemed to be swirling...her knees were weak.
"How...who...when?" The vampire shook his head.
"It seems that this is a bit too much for you to handle, Night Angel." Suddenly, Rebecca noticed that the vampire was distracted. He wasn't paying attention to the pistol on the coffee table next to him. Rebecca saw her chance.
She moved in the blink of an eye. She dove for the coffee table and grabbed her pistol. With each passing second, she expected the vampire to swipe at her or try to resist...but nothing happened. In fact, the vampire had merely leaped away from her as she dove for the gun. He wasn't trying to stop her at all. What was going on? Rebecca spun and aimed her gun at the vampire.
"If you're trying to mess with my head, blood sucker," Rebecca snarled, "I swear that I'll splatter your head all over the wall!" The vampire stared at Rebecca, it wasn't threatening...but he almost seemed annoyed.
"Go ahead...shoot me." The vampire said. Rebecca was very tempted to kill him; to pull the trigger and end all this. However, something was stopping her.
"Not until I get some answers out of you." Rebecca barked. "Who the hell are you?" The vampire inhaled deeply, and then bowed.
"Yuri Sobeskaia." He said professionally. Rebecca nodded in reply.
"If you're not here to kill me, what do you want?" Rebecca asked.
"Your father sent me." Yuri said. Rebecca laughed.
"Bullshit." She snapped. "My dad would never call a vampire to come and find me."
"Probably not...but he might call a friend." Yuri answered slowly. Rebecca almost lowered her pistol in shock. "Your father is a close friend of mine, Rebecca...as was your mother, Susan."
"You're lying to me!" Rebecca shouted. Yuri shook his head and reached into his back pocket, removing a wallet. He opened it and pulled a small photo out of it. He held it up for Rebecca to see. In it there were three people...one looked like a much more human and friendlier Yuri...with tan skin and no fangs. Next to him was Jonah, her father, wearing a tuxedo. Next to her father, in a beautiful wedding dress, was...
"Mom?" Rebecca cried.
"I was bitten and turned into a vampire only three weeks after this picture was taken." Yuri explained. "Your father saved me from myself." Rebecca couldn't stand any longer. She collapsed on the sofa behind her and dropped her pistol. Yuri stepped around and sat down in the chair across from it.
"My mom and dad...were friends with a vampire?!" Rebecca cried. Yuri smiled sadly and leaned back in the chair. "What do you want with me?" Rebecca asked desperately. Yuri gave Rebecca a very concerned look.
"I don't have long, Rebecca...it won't be long before the enemy closes in." he said mysteriously. "I'm trying to get you out of here."