Natasha: Into the darkest night

The moment you turn away towards the door you hear Savannah calling for you.

“Natasha, no don’t go, please…”

But you’re determined, you’ll exit this place, you’ll go back to your hotel, you’ll hide away until morning… You won’t be vampire soda. Vampires! This is crazy.

But no time to think, for now, you run. Just as you reach the door a hand grabs you, the momentum slams you into the glass door, it breaks. The hand lets go of you. You don’t look back, you jump back on your feet and you run into the dark terminal.

“NATASHA!!!!!” somebody screams behind you, followed by evil laughs.

You run and run and suddenly you realize… The doors were in the other direction. The sushi bar is behind you but also the doors to the outside.

You stop to listen and try to recall the map of the terminal.

Not a sound, nobody followed you…

Now, terminal… All the terminals you’ve ever been in mix up in your mind. You close your eyes and concentrate. No that’s Sacramento, no… bigger terminals… No, that’s Paris… LA, LA …

Yes! If you continue in this direction there’s a small exit to a cab station. Half a mile… half a mile of darkness, half a mile of potential threats hiding in the dark… But from there you’ll be outside and then you’ll be able to walk around the terminal towards the cargo and then the hotel…

You start walking again… Tink, tink, tink. Your heels on the marble floor of the terminal, a beacon for all vamps around to come after you. You take off your shoes. The floor is cold under your feet. There in the shadows, didn’t you see something moving?

You stop and hold your breath. Nothing jumps at you, after a moment you start walking again. You turn into another corridor. You see it, the exit but two shops seem to be open, one near you and the other one almost at the exit. The lights are on and maybe there are vampires enjoying themselves inside … You get as close as you can to the first ray of light. A currency exchange counter, it seems to be empty. The door is open, the money is all over the floor. Money that probably has no more value… It makes you sad.

The second one is a coffee shop, not a fancy one but a small joint usually used by the cabs while waiting for clients. You approach, movement inside. Shit. You remain in the darkness for a while trying to see inside without being seen.

A couple are sitting at the bar. A man behind a counter. Nothing seems out of place. But… The couple is drinking a dark red liquid out of large pints. The bartender is pouring them his own blood. Terror takes your guts. You stay hidden in the shadows strangely fascinated by the scene.

No, no, no, no, no…

Your mind is a mess.

You close your eyes and concentrate. You have to get the hell out of here. You finally stand and run. Sixty feet, fifty, thirty… almost there.

Behind you, noise, a door opens. The coffee shop door, you’ve been spotted.

Fifteen…

A male voice calls for you.

“Lady? Where are you running?”

Almost there, the sliding door take forever to open. The man… vampire… starts running after you.

You’re out! The fresh air hits you… at last! But you can’t stop, you have to keep on running. You slalom between two cabs, one has a door open, the keys are on the ignition… Maybe you could…

But you can’t, because something tackles you, something strong and powerful. Something cold grabs your feet and drags you back into the Terminal, into darkness… You see the exit, it grows smaller, away from you.

“NO, NO, NO!”

Your head hits something… You disconnect… You’re back into the darkness.

***

You wake up, all hope is lost.

The young man and a young woman, vampires both of them are towering above you. You’re naked laying on the bar. Next to your face, you see the bartender, he seems dead. The blood loss you think. Dead… Soon you’ll be dead too.

“She’s awake! Let’s have some fun!”

They bite and **** you for the rest of the night.

As the night goes on, you cry a lot, come a lot as well, but those two enjoy your suffering so you never lose yourself completely to their entrancement. They don’t allow it. By dawns early lights, you welcome ****’s embrace.

Maybe they’ll bring you back, they have teased you with it. But maybe not… For now, you enjoy the respite you gain from oblivion. This is over, at last. If a new you wakes up, it’ll be different, unafraid, scary, hungry and horny at the same time but you don’t care anymore. Even if it’s for a few minutes you want to rest. And you do. The nightmare is over.