Wait till night and leave the city

You and Fran went back to the room before, and sat next to each other by the bed. You thought of every decision you had made and wondered if there was something you could've done, something you could do now, to make things better. You didn't know the answer and probably would never know. But those possibilities kept swirling in your mind. Guilt began to consume you when Fran gently grabbed your hand.

You looked at her and she just smiled. The burden in your heart was lifted and you felt relieved. Francesca was here, with you and unharmed. You tried to convince yourself that perhaps everything else that's lost was just the price for this. You couldn't imagine the other way around, imagine what would happen if you had actually saved everyone and lost Fran.

"Would you think I'm just a selfish jerk?" You sneered at yourself.

"Why would you think that!?" Fran was surprised.

"I couldn't save your friends... I couldn't warn Melissa before she... Everything I've done is just me trying to make sure that you're safe, that I'm fine." You took a deep breath and leaned your back on the bed, "And I didn't try to make things better. I didn't try to solve the problem. I just... watched it get worse... And eventually I decided to run away when it's more than I can handle..."

"It's not your fault. I need to apologize, too..." You heard her sobbing when she said, "I didn't know what you're going through. If I had believed more in you, I could've warn them."

Fran was sitting there and blocking most of the light shining through the window. You adored her smile and for a moment you almost felt like she was an angel. Perhaps this is the best, you closed your eyes and accepted it.

Fran lay down beside you on the bed. You turned to look at her and you couldn't help but tease her fringe. Her pearl-like black eyes were so captivating that, when you're looking at them, you didn't need to be hypnotized to do anything she asked. Your hand softly moved to her cheek and brought her closer. You touched her forehead with yours, and just quietly enjoyed each other's company.

At around 8 the vampire hunters finally came. They looked like soldiers, had multiple vehicles, armed with **** rifles and even some heavy weapons. They took the church as the command center and spared only one man to drive a military jeep which was your ride out.

"Come on, Mr. Wilson and Miss Evans." Brandon waved his hand in the front seat.

You took a deep breath and, with Fran's hand held in yours, got in.

The jeep raced down the rural highways at night. You haven't said anything to Fran, nor has she to you. Both of you were recovering from the recent events. You didn't know how you were going to live a normal live after you knew that vampires, and other monsters, existed. Fran's hand was shaking, too. She sat closer and snuggled her head onto your shoulder.

Everything will be fine, you thought with a smile, while stroking her soft hair. It was at this moment that you saw a figure, a familiar figure, suddenly appeared from the wayside woods and stood in front of the car.

"Watch out!" You shouted.

In panic, the driver turned the wheel and the jeep slammed into a tree. Fran wasn't harmed as seriously as you were. You hit your head hard in the crash and felt terrible painful, but you didn't have the luxury of time to rest. It's Olivia, you held your head and looked around.

Brandon hasn't recovered from the crash when he was pulled out by Olivia and slammed on the ground. Bearing the severe injury he lost the strength to fight back and became a puppet in the vampire's hands.

"I've been watching where you're going through the eyes of my fledglings, Priest!" Olivia laughed ravenously when she tore his clothes apart to reveal his neck, "I've always wanted to taste someone as holy as you!"

Olivia wasted no time and dived down, penetrating his neck with her sharp fangs. Brandon didn't even have the strength to scream. He looked to the car and, with a miserable looking expression on his face, begged you for help.

You tried to open the door on that side, but it was jammed, so naturally you turned to the other side. And you just saw something more horrible.

Melissa, now a newly-turned vampire, was **** the poor driver on the grass. Her uniform was torn into pieces, with blood on it everywhere. The once honorable sergeant has been turned into a pure slut, who knew nothing but craving sex and blood. She rode on top of the driver while pinning his both hands to the side, preventing him from grabbing any weapons.

"Yes... Yes! Ah!" She laughed and moaned intensely for the pleasure. When her womb was finally filled with the driver's hot sperm, she rewarded him with a bite on the neck.

"James..." Fran whispered in a shaking tone.

I have to protect her... You found the courage to fight and you saw the wooden stakes left by Brandon in the jeep.

With your shaking hands, you held a wooded stake and sneaked up on the vampire who drowned herself in the ecstasy from feeding. You hesitated for a moment, but still you drove the stake through Melissa's heart from behind. She screamed with the pain and rolled to the side.

"James?" Melissa stared at you with her crimson eyes and a remorseful look on her face, before she turned into a pile of ash.

"I'm... sorry." You quickly checked the driver but he was already done for. You grabbed the pistol in his pocket and went back to the other side of the car.

Olivia has finished her play with Brandon. She was feeding him her blood, enjoying to the **** pleasure from corrupting a priest. In despair, you aimed at Olivia and fired. It was like you're blessed by the divines that you hit Olivia's head with a single shot. That didn't kill her but staggered her a lot, so you switched back to your wooden stake and tried to make a final blow.

"James!" Olivia quickly recovered from the shot and growled at you angrily. Shit, I'm not gonna make it... You gasped in horror.

When Olivia was about to go to finish you, Brandon, with his fainting breath, grabbed her leg. It wasn't enough to stop her, but it was enough to buy you a second when Olivia disgustedly broke his arm. You staked her without hesitation. She turned into ashes in disbelief. A red mist rose from her remains and disappeared.

It's done... You couldn't believe that you've actually make it. But the joy of surviving was soon interrupted by Brandon's coughing. You knelt down next to him with the stake in your hand.

"I don't want... to turn..." Brandon groaned painfully, but he managed to reach out his hand and grabbed yours tightly, "James... Please..."

You nodded with tears in your eyes, and drove the stake through his heart. He drew out his last breath with a smile on his face. You helplessly fell to the ground. Fran carefully walked out of the jeep and sat beside you. You heard her sobbing. You gently held her shoulder and took a look at the beautiful night sky.

Everything will not be fine anymore... You sighed.