The Vampires Choice

Chapter 2: Prexy Gareth

"Please work… You're the only hope we have right now," Jude muttered as she gazed at the network bars. Out of four bars, there was just a single bar, signifying poor network.

Jude moved a few meters away from his car with his phone raised, trying to get a better signal.

The hodded figure's finger twitched again. This time, his broken arms snapped as well and slowly began to heal. Jane, who was close to him, stared at the scene in confusion. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Oh… what's this? I'm drunk," Jane spoke and slowly covered her eyes with her hands. She believed she was drunk and that the scene in front of her wasn't real. Covering her eyes for a moment might calm her.

The hooded figure's body slowly began to heal. His broken bones snapped back to normal, and finally, his neck returned to its normal state.

Jane felt like her drunk eyesight might have returned to normal. She opened her eyes to meet the hooded figure standing right in front of her.

"Don't scream," the hooded figure said, maintaining eye contact with her.

"Why am I feeling… head…" Before she could complete her words, the figure moved at great speed, grabbed her neck, and bit into it with his fangs.

"Emergency call centre, this is Sandra. How can I assist you?" A female voice sounded from Jude's phone. It was the emergency dispatcher.

"Please help! There's an accident! Someone's hurt badly… I need an ambulance now!"

"Sir, I need you to stay calm. Where's the location of the accident?" the dispatcher spoke.

"We're near the old mill, just off Road 42! We're losing him. Please be fast!" Jude said.

"Hello, sir. Where's the location of the accident?" the dispatcher repeated.

"We're near the old mill, just off Road 42! We're losing him. Please be fast!" Jude repeated, this time louder.

"Hello, can you hear me, sir?" the dispatcher asked.

"Hello, I can hear you," Jude replied.

"Hell…" the dispatcher said. This time, her voice was cracking due to the bad network.

"s**t… bad network!" Jude said as he stomped his foot on the ground.

"The network is bad, Jane. We have to take him to the hospital our…" Jude paused mid-sentence as he turned and caught sight of the hooded figure standing and Jane lying on the ground lifelessly.

"I saw him dead… what the hell happened?" Jude muttered, his body and lips trembling.

The hooded figure began to walk towards him, and immediately, Jude sprinted into the woods. He didn't exactly know what the figure was; all he knew was that it's dangerous and it's has killed his girlfriend.

. . . . . .

So that brings us to where we were.

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Jude was hiding behind a tree, seated on the ground. Now he remembered all the times he had loved Jane, the times they had created memories together.

"I never believed today was the last day I'm going to see you, Jane," Jude mumbled to himself as tears rolled down his face.

"Nice run, dude," a voice spoke.

Jude raised his head. The hooded figure was standing in front of him, he took off his hoodie cap, revealing his white and his handsome facials, before jude could even say a word, the hooded figure grabbed his neck and bit into it.

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The morning sun shone brightly over the calm streets. On either side of the road stood buildings that looked almost identical to each other. Men, women, and children exited the buildings with smiles on their faces.

This is Angels City, a city where vampires once claimed dominion long ago. But with the belief that all the vampires were gone, humans lived here peacefully. Not everyone even believed in vampires—most treated the stories as mere fantasy.

On one of the identical buildings, on the top floor inside a bedroom, sat a light-skinned girl with dark hair. She was currently putting on a white polo shirt and blue jeans, sitting on her bed with her diary in hand.

It had been three years since Prexy’s parents died, and she and her younger brother had moved to Angels City to stay with their aunt.

Throughout these three years, it had been tough for her to keep the memories of how she lost her parents in a car accident, the accident that left her as the only survivor.

Her dad had been the best, providing everything she needed without her having to ask. Her mom had been the perfect mother, always giving her a listening ear and advice when she needed it.

After losing both of them, life had been hard. She often felt like no one could understand her the way her parents did. But she knew she had to move on and let the dead be.

Writing in her diary brought her calm. She wrote about her days, her pain, and even her advice and motivations.

Sitting on her bed, the diary rested on her lap as she wrote, a small smile on her face.