Dried Blood (Day 14)

January Fourteenth

  Wilson left his small cave and watched the families playing and swimming in the lake. Normal people, people that Wilson had once been. Even though he was a vampire, he felt human.

  I feel no different. Wilson thought. The sun had gone down and it was time for Wilson to leave Anderson Lake. He walked through the trees for a few minutes and until he found a long road.

  There was a light, they were headlights, and by now Wilson knew light was bad. It was coming closer, Wilson was immobilized in terror. He felt his skin begin to sizzle. Move! He thought as he gave an incredible leap. He jumped onto the vehicle. It was an old blue bus. The bus he had taken to work and to Melinda’s house after the accident.

  He remembered the sorrowful passengers who rode this bus. They must have just gotten out of work and were now riding the bus home. They probably do not enjoy the life they have. Wilson thought. Once they entered their homes they would be annoyed by their husbands or wives.

  Disgusting people, Wilson thought to himself, he was becoming angrier by the second. They wouldn’t mind a quick and clean death. I would be doing them a favor. Wilson told himself. Their fate was sealed now.

  Wilson ripped a large hole in the bus with his claws. He could hear the passengers screaming and watched them look up at him with horror. One woman took her pepper spray and readied herself to spray it in his eyes. His bright yellow eyes. She completely forgot about the pepper spray and just gazed into Wilson’s eyes. He held her head still with his left claw and literally ripped her throat out with his right claw.

  Wilson then watched as people ran for the one exit. The old bus did not have emergency exits. He ran towards the exit with great speed, shoving the people back in their seats. The bus driver was screaming as loud as humanly possible. Wilson took the doors and pulled them back, breaking them so they no longer could be opened by a button.

  He then took the bus driver’s head and slammed it into one of his long fingernails; Wilson could feel himself touching the man’s brain. All of the other passengers were scared shitless. Their screams began to annoy Wilson, and he became enraged. He walked down the aisle, just slitting and stabbing the passengers in the most bloody of places.

    There was one man who was able to crack open a window using his foot. He wiggled out and fell onto the road. He began running as fast as he could, into the trees and away from Wilson.

  After about a minute of running, the man stopped and hid behind a tree to catch his breath. He tried to breathe as quietly as he could. The man heard something coming, something big. He took a quick glance behind the tree and there it was. The old blue bus with Wilson as its new driver was going full speed towards him; he began screaming for mercy but only for a few seconds. The bus smashed his body under the tires.

  Wilson turned the bus off and left the steering wheel. He began devouring the bodies around him. I’m still normal. Wilson thought. Yes, Wilson was very normal, or so he wanted to believe.