Risen (The Vampire Legends 6)

Then, her fangs protruded and she sunk her big teeth into his throat, sucking his blood out, laughing loudly as his body convulsed to its death.

CHAPTER TWO

Rachel finally made her way to the front of the train, looking back with her every step to make sure nobody had just seen what she’d done. She couldn’t even believe what she’d just done. She heard a noise behind her, which made her jump, but when she turned around there was nobody there. She replayed the last fifteen minutes in her head and was almost certain that creepy guy was dead, but now she had doubts. What if he were still alive and out to get her? The thought of that frightened her terribly, as got off the train onto the desolate platform.

“Get home safely,” the conductor said, as she disembarked the train.

“Uh huh,” Rachel said, still shaken up by the whole thing.

“Everything ok young lady?” he asked.

Rachel turned to him and snapped out of her funk, “Oh yes! Yes, I’m fine,” Rachel said, trying to play it cool. After all, she didn’t want to be a suspect when they find the guy dead in the train.

As she stood there, she heard a loud beeping noise as all the train doors shut. The train horn sounded and then chugged along the tracks, with its cabin lights off. She looked around the concrete platform, which was lit up by only a few dimly lit lights above her head.

She was alone, no one else in sight. The sound of the crickets rang loudly in her ear and she couldn’t stop swatting the bugs away from her face. She didn’t know where she was or where to go next. She pulled out her cell phone to check the map but when she powered it on she realized she was in a dead zone. She walked to the other end of the platform thinking maybe she’d get a better signal there, but it didn’t help, she still had zero bars.

She walked down the stairs and into the large dark parking lot of the station. She was hoping to see a taxi, or a car waiting to pick someone up, or anything. She wanted to see any sign of life in this town, but it was dead quiet and not a soul around but herself. She started walking down the road, still thinking that she was hearing things coming from behind her. Maybe she was paranoid because every time she turned around there was nobody there. She started to panic and work herself up. Her heart began to race as her steps grew quicker and quicker until she found herself running quickly down the streets of the town.

She came to a four way intersection, but didn’t know which way to turn. She looked down each road, but they all looked the same, quiet and dead. No sign of life ahead in either direction so she stayed straight, and continued along her path.

She then heard the sound of a motorcycle coming up from behind her. It’s loud revving sound, reminded her of something, but she couldn’t put her fingers on it. The noise made her feel safe, but she didn’t know why. It was almost as if she expected someone to come and rescue her on a motorcycle. It was a weird feeling though, because she’d never known anyone who rode a motorcycle, and had never been on one before. Despite that, she turned around to see its one bright headlight shining right in her eyes.

“Stop! Stop!” Rachel screamed as she tried to hail down the motorcycle.

“STOOOOOPPPPPPP!” Rachel yelled again, as it passed her by without even slowing down.

She couldn’t believe it. How could they not have stopped? Did they not see her? She stood there for a moment dumbfounded on the side of the road, and then heard a loud rattling noise in the brush beside her which made her jump and start running again. She’d never been a runner before, but right now, she felt like she could run forever. She was high on adrenaline and needed to find safety or some sign of life here. Until she did, she didn’t feel comfortable or safe.

Then, about five minutes later as he run turned into more of a sprint for safety as she continued to look back over her shoulder, she heard the loud engine of a tractor trailer pulling up behind her. The air breaks making noise as it chugged around the corner. Rachel quickly turned and started jumping up and flailing her arms in hopes the driver would notice her and stop.

“STOP! STOP! HELP ME!” she yelled loudly, although she was quite sure he couldn’t hear her over the loud noises of the truck. Then, as if by magic, the truck driver stopped right next to her and rolled down his window.

“Are you ok?” the driver asked. “What are you doing out here at this hour?”

“I, um, I am lost,” Rachel said, shyly. The second she said that, she started kicking herself because she knew she shouldn’t have admitted to being lost. Now she was a target in this guy’s eyes. He could do anything to her. She’d always remembered her parents telling her never to speak to strangers and never ever tell someone you’re lost or you can’t find your way. She knew this could turn out to be a bad situation, but she weighed her current options, and given that they were both unfavorable, she had nothing to lose. She could die out on these streets alone.

“Where are you trying to go?” the driver asked.

She looked up at the man and surveyed him, before answering. He wore a brown straw hat with a big gold buckle and a green and navy flannel short sleeved shirt. He had a pipe in his mouth and as he spoke you could hear the years of tobacco had taken a toll on his vocal chords.

“I’m going to my grandmothers, but I seem to have lost my way,” Rachel admitted.

“What’s her address, maybe I can help,” the driver said, smiling down from high up in his truck.

Rachel reached into her pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper with her grandmother’s address on it.

“12 Maple Way,” she said, and then looked up.

“Hmm…12 Maple Way. I think I know where that is. You need a ride?” he asked.

Rachel knew never to take a ride from strangers, but at this moment it felt like the right thing for her to do. After all, this guy didn’t seem like a predator, nor did she think he’d hurt her.

“Um, sure. Only if it’s on your way thought. I don’t want to put you out,” she added.

“Put me out? Don’t be silly. I couldn’t let you out here on these streets alone. It’s not safe out here. You’re lucky you made it as far as you have,” the driver said.

Feeling increasingly scared and nervous to be on these unknown streets, Rachel quickly said yes, and climbed high into the passenger seat of the car. She turned to the driver and surveyed him again. He seemed like a good, honest guy, but she couldn’t be sure. She trusted her gut and smiled back at him as the truck pulled away down the dark empty road.