World of Darkness

   It all started as a simple vacation by the lake. The water was green, and the woods thick.
   A group of painball players did their thing behind us, and we had a wide dock to ourselves. . .my brother, father, mother, aunt and uncle.
   There was a sudden crash under neith the dock, and my brother fell in. Jumping in to help him, I discovered that I had gotten myself completely wet, and he climbed back onto the dock without so much as my uncle helping him up.

   Taking a walk to dry off, I saw that there were some rain clouds comming in. I remember that my mom memtioned that it wasn't supposed to rain today.
    Ignoring it, I never knew that I would never see the sun again.
Getting to our location, I saw that a man had brought his pet monkeys with him, and they climbed unchained all over a tall, rugged bush. Though, it wasn't really a bush, but it had the frame of one, and it was made of dried wood that somebody bound together with rope and string.
   Joining them, my uncle, brother and I jumped on the strange shrub, and found out with almost no time at all, that these monkeys were not average; they had dried, fraying hair that went in every direction, and they made deathly screams and had massive bright brown eyes, and gleaming yellow teeth.
   They begin to attack and thrash us around, attempting to drown every human that they can see. We are useless to kick or hit them because it seems that they are immune to blunt force trauma.

   Travel with me to a different part of the world, and please try not to laugh.
   Will Smith covers himself with a black rain cloak. The sky pours with what seems like black rain.
   He is constantly jumping onto an off of trains, and avoids any contact with anyone.
   He tries to find shelter, but is constantly kicked out of peoples yards. He is getting desperate, and the thought of breaking into people’s homes comes into his mind.
   The world seemed like such a simple place since he’s had to flee his home. It had been burned, and left with no survivors. Now, he had to run, or THEY would find him. He could not let that happen. He was refering to the species that had driven everyone in his town mad, and all of Hollywood was finished.
   He seemed like the lone survivor, and it was like everybody there wanted to kill him.
   “Don’t you know who I am?” He would say, stumbing around an appartment, and knocking over candy stands that you would normally find in the streets. “I’m Will Smith!”
   Running into another candy stand, he sits on his hands and knees only long enough to see the contrast betweent the white, and red and yellow candies melt all over the black coble stone covered ground.
   Getting up, he sees them flying above him, with wings the length of vehicles. He screams, and he hears everyone else run for their lives.
   They were looking for him, and in doing so, they had to demolish this town as well, for they had been seen.
   Running, Will sees one spot him, and makes a dash for him.
   Smashing his head through a window, Will begs for the man to let him in, but he only points a short rifle at him, and tells him to leave, or else he would surely pull the trigger.
   Giving up, Will jumps through the window, the bullet taking a piece of his ear off, he leans against the next window in the house and begs for mercy.
   However, it is not the man with the gun who he would require mercy from.
   Turning to look out the window for a split second, an ice chipper shatters through, and spikes Will in the eye, and through the back of his head.
   Will drops to his knees in dead weight, and leans out the broken window.
   The creature that found him earlier, reefed on his head until it became severed from his body, and then the creature let it drop, bouncing off of the fire escape all the way down.
   Nobody seemed to care about him, for they were running for their own lives.
   The creature had bright, glowing eyes, and his skin a leathery dark brown. It smiled with bleach white, vampire fangs, and flung itself into the air with aggressive force.
   Vampires where slowly taking the world, and nobody even knew it until it was too late.

   A week has passed, and my uncle, aunt, and brother have all been killed by the wretched beings at the lake.
   We had just had his funeral the day before, and now here we were at Wal-Mart, trying to find some goods for the following week.
   My dad is moody as it is, but on that particular day, you did not want to mess with him. I can’t say that I blame him. That party by the lake was supposed to be his birthday, and it ended as his date of death.
   Walking around the store, I slowly begin to see that the workers are not what they seem. I used to work here, and I would know.
   Their eyes are bright blue, and they seem more zoned out than usual, like a zombie, only friendlier.
   They try to get me to buy stuff, and they leave out samples in the baked goods area.
   I grab a couple, not thinking twice about it, and above me is a monitor, that closes in at me shoving one into my mouth.
   I have the ‘Oh crap’ moment sink in, and then I find myself surrounded by them.
   One is a newer working, one I had not seen before.
   He is short, and has a long beard. I almost laugh because he reminds me of a dwarf.
   He tells me that I have to go to court, because I took two cookies and not only one.
   “Court?!” I repeat with word. “I’m not going to court over a stupid cookie.”
   That is when I remembered. I know people here!
   “Take me to Jamie.” . . .Jamie was the head of security, and she was my buddy all though the time I worked there. She of all people would understand.
   “You want to meet Jamie?” they said simultaneously, looking at each other with menacing glee, and then turning back to me. “Come with us.”
   I follow them through the all too familiar backroom, which has been remodeled a little bit since I left.
   There is a round door, of which I am not supposed to touch, but I find Jamie, and the excitement in my voice turns to fear in mid sentence as I call her name.
   I see that she has an afraid look on her face, and is slowly gathering a croud of overly friendly beings with bright, glowing eyes near her.
   They mention the ‘Eternal Abyss’, and I assume that they could be talking about Hell.
   Turning, I see that the round, stainless steel door growls at me, and I open it.
   Inside, I find a round mouth with teeth lining the edges and the center a throat that leads into eternity.
   “Ah.” I say to myself, “This must be what they were talking about.”
   Picking up the first thing I could find, I see a broken chandelier, and toss it in.
   Without question, the enormous, red mouth engulfes it, and slowlows the giant round thing with ease.
   That however didn’t scare me. What did scare me, was that when I was watching it, it was like looking into the eye of Soron, and I could not for the life of me, break my mezmorized gaze with it.
   Finally swallowing the chandeler, I force myself off of the sight, and turn to see that while I was watching, Jamie had been herded into a closet full of the people with bright glowing eyes.
   Terror courses though the blood in my heart, and I decide finally to run.
   Bursting into the sales floor, I thrash my feet at the floor as hard as I can, in an attempt to leap over cash registers and islands.
   Others in the building look at me with unease, but decide to join me.
   Zoe and Nick, two friends from school, a man and a woman, and an older senior join me in a rush to the door.
   I yell back to them, they can’t run, if they could, we’d be dead by now!
   Running out of the front of the building, we see that it is drizzling rain, and we leap into a hay wagon pulled by a horse.
   The old man jumps in the front seat and makes the horses go.
   I hear the woman.
   “Oh, now I’m not going to have any ketchup.”
   I lean over to her, “Woman, ketchup is not the first thing that should be on your mind.”
   She tries to defend herself as if complaining would get her somewhere.
   The man whined, “I fear I will never find my wife again.”
And that’s when it struck me. I have lost my entire family, and I was too cowardly to even look for my parents. They would be crushed if they had survived and thought lost me to the vampires.
   Suddenly, I felt possessed to sing.
   Singing as loud and annoying as I could, I feel the grasp of nick’s hand reach over my mouth, and he tells me quickly to shut up.
   The thought of them hearing us, would not be good.
   “Sorry Nick, I don’t know what came over me. I’m starting to like you a little more though for doing that. That was smart of you.”
   “Yes, I know I’m awesome.” He says, with his nose in the air.
   You could tell that he wasn’t joking. Nick always was an arrogant fool. I couldn’t believe that I had forgotten that.
   Zoe tells me that they don’t know our identities, and that they were looking for each of us.
   “We’ll have to change our names.” I said, not wanting to let go of the one I had.
   The man looked at me with concern, as if I were the leader.
   “They do not like steam.” he explained. “It rots off their skin.”
   “How do you know that?” I ask, taking on the role of ‘leader’.
   “Because I saw one, that’s how!”
   Sinking slowly into silence, and a little bit of madness, I let the rocking of the cart go back and forth pace me and my thoughts.
   The world wasn’t ready for something like this. They had gotten us completely by surprise, and they worked from within’. What was the deal with this ‘Eternal Abyss’, and where did they come from?
   We planned amongst ourselves about how to make weapons for steam and wood. . .wood stakes for vampires, it couldn’t hurt to try.
   We had to find a safe house. One that only we knew where it was.
   Our lives had taken a whole new turn, and we weren’t ready for it.