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Vampiric Apocalypse (Rauk & Horror_Show)

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Darkness had swept over the Earth. The smell of fresh air had been long forgotten, and the scent of decay had replaced it deep within the human city. It had been roughly two years since the epidemic, and the human race was dwindling, scavenging to survive for the most part. Most countries around the world have been completely destroyed, as there are only a handful of cities left.

James, a member of the elite special forces, was one of the first batch of volunteers to be exposed to the genetically modified version of the super-virus Hemoglophagia. Though the intentions were to create a race of super-soldiers, the outcome was devastating. James' benefits from this transformation were, to mention a few, super human strength despite his rather slim frame, eye sight, regeneration and many others. There were, however, certain disadvantages of this...curse. Concentrated rays of light from the sun reacted surprisingly destructively to the skin, causing one to burst into flames and become a mere pile of ash in minutes if not protected. Quite possibly the worst and most terrifying drawback, is the constant growing thirst for human blood. James, luckily belongs to a neutral group of these "vampires" now, that keeps a stash of it in their base camp. If one goes too long without the revitalizing taste of human blood, they will transform into a creature even more hideously destructive and animalistic than before. Something more diabolical than can be imagined.

Rumors had been spread across the vampire camp outside of town about how the US government may have found someone that had a special unknown blood type that could have the potential to be manipulated into a cure for this horrible thing that has happened. James had heard that it was a beautiful young human girl, and that she was being held captive, and most likely being experimented on in this heavily guarded government science facility. After discussing it with a close knit crew that he had been surviving with for months, they had decided to create a plan to rescue this girl. From their experience they know that if the now very corrupted US government maintains custody of this young girl and her precious blood, she is sure to die, meaning that there would be no salvation for anyone. The 3 man strike team had planned to infiltrate, and obtain custody of the girl at 2:00am tonight.

What's left of the human race is only a shadow of it's former glory. James is determined to show that there are good people still left in this world, and that the salvation of humankind is worth fighting for...
 
Erin was curled up on her side staring at the only thing she ever saw these days, white walls and medical and laboratory equipment everywhere. She even got use to the hums of the machines when she fell asleep. The teenager was on the edge of seventeen and had been taken under custody by the U.S. government when she was fifteen. She had been going for a regular checkup and a blood test was required, the next thing she knew the National Guard along with the police was there to take her away from her family. Her mother was killed in the process for trying to stop them. She had been kept a secret and lived a very isolated life.

Right now she looked deathly pale with shadows under her eyes. You would have thought she was a hemapahge but once every few weeks she would be drained of a good percentage of her blood. They would replace it but it wouldn’t have the nutrients she needed so she had to recover. Dark bruises of yellows, blues and light greens colored her hands and forearms from the insertion of needles and IV’s. There were scars from patches of skin they had taken from her thigh or back to obtain samples and perform testing. She was fed a balanced diet, was given exercise, therapy, and even got entertainment from TV, games, music, but it didn’t make up for the condition she had to live in like a rat. She had gotten use to it and actually hoped a cure was created. She had already come to terms and accepted if she died; it would be in vain for humanity.

The girl was in scrub pants a gray charcoal t-shirt with running socks; she had a cardigan pulled over and was underneath blankets with one of her legs sticking out. Her complexion was pale, with thick wavy dark brown hair that came down to the middle of her back, her eyes were a deep green and widely spread, her eyebrows complimented them. Her lips were thin and she had a sharp jawline. She was very little, she once use to be curvy but was more straight and scrawny from being imprisoned with limited activity.

She had no idea very soon her life was about to make a dramatic change and that she indeed would be saving lives but might also get killed in the process and was about to fall for the most dangerous man she could ever meet. Only fate and time would tell the answer.

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James

The freezing air blew through the mostly abandoned city this night. James and his men had worked out several plans to infiltrate the facility to extract the girl, but chose a simpler route that could prove to have less hiccups, and less room for problems. They were going to climb the building, 17 stories, and literally cut through the window to her chamber.

As the night moved on, the men got into position around the government building, quietly taking out guards, using their inhuman abilities to not draw any attention or set off any alarms. Thomas, one of James' crew made the first ascent up the side of the building, moving extraordinarily quickly, shrouded by the mist in the air. After him, Roger began, then James. Once at the top of the building, Thomas waited on the roof for the signal as he fastened one end of a rope to the roof. Roger and James slowly climbed, peering into windows until they got to the room they were sure belonged to the girl they were looking for. The lab equipment strung everywhere was different than in the rest of the rooms they had seen, more experimental than anything.

There, laying asleep on a hospital bed, was a very small young dark haired girl, who looked as if she had been imprisoned here for a long time. James cared very little of humans these days, and said under his breath, "Hrmph. The way they are treating their own kind. They aren't trying to develop a cure. I'll bet they're selling her blood to the highest bidding scumbag behind her back."

James removed a compact cutting tool from his belt, and slowly made his way through the glass in the window, removing the piece using a suction cup, and setting it aside just in-side the room, and stepped in. He quietly glanced around to find the security cameras he knows have to be there, and failed to spot them for now. If he wants to get the job done, he has to act fast. He quietly made his way to the girl and gazed upon her for the first time. Again, he mumbled under his breath. "Huh. Puny, even for a human."

As he reached into his pocket, he cursed at himself. How could he have forgotten the tranquilizer? He knew the mission was going too smoothly, something had to happen. James presses the button on his wrist-keypad, and immediately, Thomas shoots the other end of the line to a tree, to create a zip line for their quick and simple escape.

Unfortunately the silence was broken by the alarming sound of sirens and flashing red lights all over the building, as James looked over his shoulder to see Roger on his knees hands bound behind his back, with two kevlar armored men behind him both with pistols to his head.
 
The night was silent except for the usual sound of the medical machinery humming and beeping, letting her know she was still alive and safe for the moment. Her room was darkened except for a small glow coming from her nightstand. The girl stirred to the sound of people outside her window. She was given sedatives regularly to make sure she slept so pulling her self to complete awareness was a task. As the men cut through the window and stepped in she thought she was hallucinating. She rubbed her eyes with a hand that had an IV put into it. Her eyelids felt so very heavy and looked up at James. Even in a sedated haze and believing she was dreaming his beauty stunned her.

He was extremely attractive, his facial features were very strong and angular, high cheekbones and a strong jawline, dark eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips such as herself. His hair was untidy but still very well kept, it was a dark to light shade of brown. His eyes were a creamy brown, like hazelnut. He was dressed in all black attire, kind of like the cast might be out of a Matrix movie, only thing he was missing was a trench jacket. He had the black long sleeve shirt, the black combat pants and boots, and he had strapped gear on for carrying essential weapons. She felt her head feeling nauseated when she heard him comment about her being puny and human. It wasn’t long as he was checking some device on his wrist that trouble was close. He would even find himself battling more problems.

Sirens start blaring with red flashing lights alerting Erin. She realizes this may not be a dream and immediately starts to panic and pushes herself up on her knee’s in the bed, tangled in the covers and wires. Security had already breeched the room and had one of James under gunpoint. Things were happening to quickly for the girl to comprehend in her state. Before she could attempt to crawl off the bed she was forcefully grabbed by James. She could barely stand and he easily held her weight. He cradled her like a child with one hand but contradicted his kindness in holding her with a gun pointed to her temple. He had no intention of shooting her but just stalling time. A few of her IV’s had ripped from her arm making blood squirt everywhere.

James nostrils flared as his eyes went onyx. The scent of her blood made him aggressively clutch onto her fragile form. He had to force himself to not break her bones. Her scent was incredibly intoxicating for some reason and he thoughts of insanely draining her to death. The girl’s heart was drumming rapidly and he could feel it pounding in her small chest against his own. She felt like her life was in danger, that he would kill her but somehow between her fear she didn't care.

“Let the girl go…” one-armed man said, his voice was guttural as his face was covered in some sort of mask.






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James

James found his head filled with terrifying thoughts, as for a mere moment, he debated pinning the girl to the bed and feeding from her then and there, regardless of the consequences. He knew that if he did such a thing, there would be no stopping. Fortunately, his will power was stronger than his bloodlust for the time being and he brought himself out of his temporary trance.

"Don't move!" he shouted, shoving the barrel deeper into the side of her face. "I'll blow her fucking brains out."

The masked men hesitated, knowing that they much secure the girl at all costs, shook as their guns slowly went from Roger, to James. Without hesitation, James used his inhumanly quick hand to point and shoot both men in the neck, before they even knew what happened. The two men cowered, as they collapsed to the ground gasping for air, dropping their weapons. Putting his gun away, James held the girl tightly and immediately leaped out the window, catching the zipline previously arranged by Thomas, followed by Roger, the three men descended down into the nearby forest at an alarming speed. The wind blasted against their faces, and caused the hospital gown the girl was covered in, to rip and tear, leaving her in a battered, but safe state when they hit the ground.

Treating her more like cargo, than a person, the strange men cut the cable, and disappeared with her into the forest. The sound and sight of the flashing sirens and commotion around the building soon faded into the darkness of the night. Carrying her with his left arm under her knees, and right arm holding her back, with her head against his chest, he shook her a little, and said to her, "You know, you're almost more trouble than you're worth, kid. But don't worry we're not going to hurt you."

Roger, walking along side him, spoke with a snarl, "Hmph, it would be comical if we grabbed the wrong girl, right?"

"Don't say things like that, Roger, there's no way it's anyone but her. And by the way, James, she is going to have to eat and sleep you know. It's a long journey through this dark forest back to the hideout." Thomas added as he scratched the back of his head.

James kept catching himself staring down at the helpless girl, so vulnerable. He eyed her neck, battling against himself again fighting the urges to mutilate her body and drain it of every drop. He thought to himself, why is he finding her scent so hard to resist? Why weren't the other two acting the same toward her? With an iron will, he walked on, knowing that if he acted upon his urges, it could mean no potential cure for his kind.
 
Erin stayed quiet in the arms of her captor. She faded in and out of consciousness during the hike to their hide out. She would find some weird sense of security with James without knowing it, soon as they got back to the hide out. Erin was taken by the rest of his people to be cleaned up and taken to a place to rest. After being scrubbed down and put in new clothing, they found some more suitable comfortable clothing for her to wear. They found a pair of black yoga pants, a white tank with a thick gray over top pulled over. They had bandages her arms and hands. She was placed in a make shift bed.

One of their own that was a scientist and a doctor had reported to James that she needed time to recover her strength and replenish her own blood supply. He informed them that the government had been draining dangerous high levels of blood out of her system. That if they did anything with her body could shut down. The scientist also suggested James be the one to watch over her, as he was the one that saved her. He couldn’t be thrilled, as he wanted to kill her and feed on her blood, of course he wouldn’t tell anyone.

Erin had slept for hours and finally stirred. She pushed herself up tangled in the thick comforters they had over her. Her newly fresh washed hair was messy and all over the place. She opened her eyes and immediately looked in the corner of the room. She felt his eye’s drilling into her. Her heart on command started increasing. She scooted back against the bed. Her memory was sharp and she knew everything that had happened. She was no longer under the government’s custody but a group of hemaphages.




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James

The night was over, after having felt as if it were a very lucid nightmare. James stood by the door, and looked over her as the girl stirred, and opened her eyes. He still could not understand why his craving for her blood was greater than any craving he had ever felt, and it scared him to think that that there are feelings so overpowering that some day he may not be able to restrain himself.

"..morning." Was all he said, as he looked upon her with tired eyes. He was exhausted from working all night as his kind is not active during the day. James had been assigned by the elders to watch over the girl, and protect her from harm as she was to be nursed back to health, and kept in higher spirits if they were to experiment with her blood cells. The increased intelligence of the hemaphages allowed them to develop technology far beyond that of human capabilities, thus reducing the need to keep the subject drained and so sickly to collect data.

James slowly made his way over to the foot of the bed and sat down, looking in her direction while explaining, "Looks like we're gonna be partners for a while. Name's James. I've been assigned to look over you, but don't think that mean's I'm your slave. We're going to have to get your sleep schedule synced up with ours, otherwise you're gonna be miserable here. We've got drugs that will help, but the doctors say nothing foreign is to enter your blood stream, for fear of.... contaminating you. Don't worry, we've set up a recreational area for you through that door, for you to entertain yourself through the day. You'll find life here a lot better than with the humans. They've become savages. Only concerned with power and money. Hmph."

As James points to the left wall toward a simple wooden door, he flops down on the bed next to Erin and puts a pillow over his eyes. "I'm gonna get a couple hours of rest, I suggest you go get something to eat, and make yourself comfortable for a while. We have a refrigerator, and all kinds of food stocked in the R&R room specially prepared for you, along with exercise equipment and various video game consoles / movies, and books, just ..don't try to.. run.. away..." James drifts off to sleep before he finishes what he was saying. It's a cold lifeless sleep, where his body ceases to appear to be breathing, and the color runs from his face, as if he were dead. This is simply how hemaphages slumber.
 
Erin listened to James and sat there cross-legged looking like a little kid that was being scolded. She could sense that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice James cravings were on the edge with her. His self-control was higher than most. It was rare a hemaphage ran into their singer. If the others had known he would be immediately separated from her and probably located to another hide out. When he flopped on the bed she stayed ridged and made a face as he crammed a pillow over his face. Though not human he had human like actions that caught her off guard. In seconds he fell asleep, was out cold, almost like he was dead but he wasn’t. What he wouldn’t admit is he felt just as comfortable around her as she did him and its why he was out cold.

Not wanting to interrupt his sudden slumber she carefully crawled off the bed standing up. She stretched and realized she was still deadly tired and sore, oh so sore all over. Her blood count was very low making her lethargic. Pushing through the wooden door she saw they were in some sort of base, this was sectioned off like a little apartment. There was a living area, small kitchen and a room that looked like it was for exercise. Everything was dimly lit but illuminated enough to where she could see. Remembering his words that she was free within limitations she felt relief and headed into the kitchen and saw the fridge was full of food. Her stomach growled. She ended up making a deluxe sandwich with a salad. Everything was fresh here, not processed. They had people go to the store to strictly buy human food for her. She sat on the kitchen counter and scarfed it down. It was almost uplifting in a way to see her eat. She ended up getting seconds until she couldn’t eat anymore. She belched and went wide eyed making a cute face and noticed it was only her and James, and James was knocked out cold.

She walked around the apartment but there was no way she could be active yet, she was too weak. So she sat on the couch flipping through the holographic television. It didn’t take long for her to see her own picture and footage of her kidnapping. It was all over the news. She was the most wanted person in the world. Which made her look around and wonder where she was, miles underground. She turned off the tv and sat back on the couch. She felt safe but scared and lonely at the same time. She decided to lie down on the couch and just rest more until she thought of James. She had flashes of him in a sense rescuing her.

Erin couldn’t sleep, her body was exhausted while her mind was active, a horrible combination. She slowly got off the couch and walked back into the bedroom. James was exactly in the same position she had left him in. She stood there watching him for a few moments before walked back over to the bed. She noticed he was very tall; his legs were hanging off the bed. He was barefooted now, dressed in black combat pants and a black t-shirt. The only thing she couldn’t make out was his face because it was covered in a pillow. Crossing her own boundaries of what she thought was a good idea she slowly removed the pillow, pushing it to the side. He looked like the most beautiful corpse she had even seen, her breath was taken away, and her stomach growled from digesting, she flushed red scared she might wake him.

He didn’t even stir. She inhaled and brushed her bangs out of her face, only for them to fall back into place. With some unknown pull toward him she crawled back on the bed leaning on her knees. She was on all fours beside his body. He didn’t move, it didn’t even look like he was breathing. He was a stone angel asleep. She let one hand slowly; shakily move toward his face, it made contact. His skin was like marble, smooth and cool to her soft skin. In his sleep he would feel her radiating heat. Her scent would be smothering him. Her hand cupped his cheek and slowly moved up toward his disheveled hair. She had no idea what she was doing, was she admiring her captor?

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Her face leaned closer to look at him better in the dimly lit room. Her hair made a shelter on either side of them tickling his face. Without thought his eye’s flashed open like a mad man. They were black. His hands mechanically grabbed her arms making her loose her balance, she would have fell on his chest if he couldn’t hold her weak weight. He sat up squeezing her arms, he was glairing at her. He wanted to just rip her apart, to feast on her blood and maybe do so much more with her.

“S-S-So-Sorry!” She stammered crying out in shock and fear. Her heart was pounding so hard it could have shut her system down. Her eye’s filled with tears as she thought he was going to hurt her. James would gain control of the situation in seconds, and sense her body’s reactions. He let go of her arms and before she could fall he wrapped his arms and pulled her tightly to his chest like a father figure might. She breathed out panting. He could feel her hard pounding so hard, her breathing was hurting her. He rocked her as he own nostrils flared with her scent, her body pressed against his.

“F-F-Fuck….I’m sorr---“ she said muffled into his shirt but he shhhhed her rocking her.

“I gotcha….your ok….not going to hurt you.” He breathed looking up at the ceiling praying for help to calm her and not kill her.
 
James

The day was creeping by, as most of James' kind was still slumbering until the dead of night arrived. The compound was mostly quiet, aside from a few night guards patrolling the area.

In their quarters, James comforted Erin as he rubbed the back of her neck and shoulders still groggy from his sleepy outburst.

"Just.. Try not to startle me like that again. I've been through a lot, and the impromptu day missions usually start by me being rudely awakened.. That's all." he lets out a forced chuckle as he gently holds her shoulders, looking into her beautiful eyes.

"Phew, your breath stinks. I never thought the smell of fresh food would be so appalling to me, but I guess that's what happened since I've become this.. Monster." James says as he puts both feet on the floor, stretching as he begins his awakening ritual.

Taking off his shirt, and tossing it on the bed, he stretches once more, flexing his lower back muscles and then works his aching rotator cuff by circling his left arm. Without hesitation, he then unbuckles his combat pants, stepping out of them and tossing them aside on top of the shirt. His now completely nude form slowly walks toward the bathroom, as he turns his head to the side, and stops as if looking in her general direction.

"I know you're checking me out... Take a picture, it'll last longer." he says in a playfully grim tone. It has been a very long time since James had been this closely involved with a female, but he had never been this close to one he felt so attractive. He knew that he couldn't let her know though, as it may only cause trouble for the both of them.

While in the shower, he couldn't help himself from thinking about how perfectly shaped her little ass was, clearly outlined by the yoga pants she wore. Finding himself extraordinarily aroused, his thoughts began to cloud, and be less clear. Soon there were very dirty ideas dancing about his mind driving him insane. Looking down, as he stepped out drying himself off, he noticed how impressively erect he had become, and he knew that there was no hiding it.

His hair still damp from the shower, and wearing nothing but a towel with an obvious tent in the front of it, he stepped out and closed the door behind him. James walked a few steps toward Erin, and found himself in almost a trance staring directly into her cleavage. This was not a feeling of him wanting to feed off of her blood, this was a feeling of a much more human kind. This one was much more difficult to conceal.

He jerked as he quickly changed his view to look up to her face, as James suddenly felt his hand slip, and the towel drop to the floor.
 
Erin stood there motionless trying to recover from his outburst. He played it off as if it was nothing, was it? She realized her life might be in just as much danger. While consumed in her own thoughts James started undressing and flexing his muscles. She caught herself back in reality with her eyes glued to his body like a little kid would be looking at a naughty magazine. She had been in captivity for a few years and before that she had just been an adolescent, not even really ever having a boyfriend. His comment made her pale face turn bright red. She quickly jerks her head away from his view, her hair flying with her movement.

“Right.” She mumbles more to herself sarcastically and walks out of the bedroom trying to get her mind right. He’s either very asinine or confident or just didn’t realize the consequences of his actions. She decides to go back to the fridge and grabs a soda and some sweets and crawls on the couch cross-legged. She unwrapped the pastry and started nibbling on it. She was once again being pulled back into the depths of her own mind when James walked out of the shower and into the living room.

The first thing she noticed was he was only in a towel; the second was he had a pitched tent? Then she wondered is he really turned on? Hemaphages get turned on and why in the hell is he turned on? Her face looked at him like a lost animal would. His chocolate amber eyes caught hers in a strong lock. It was like he could put a spell over her. As his towel fell off, her soda slipped out of her hand onto the floor spilling. She kept looking at him. Her eyes didn’t focus on his nude body as their eyes were just locked. It was more than just lust. She was like his own personal brand of heroine.

She pushed herself off the couch, her eye’s still never leaving his, she stumbled almost falling, but regained her balance. She finally breathed out and shook her head and did her best to ignore him and went in the kitchen to grab a dishrag and went back soaking up the spill. He went back into the bedroom to hopefully get dressed, before she had a heart attack. She heard him getting dressed and then realized this must be his personal living quarters, she was in his place. She walked into the bedroom just as he was fastening his jeans. Her head tilted as he was dressed in the most casual clothing. Loose fitted Jeans and a t-shirt.

“Ok I guess I’ll stay out there out of your hair.” She breathed gulping. She turned and was about to walk out the door, when in a whip lash the door slammed shut. He had moved from the bed to beside her in less than a second. His hand was on the door, he was peering down at her. She looked at him confused.

“Your scared of me?” he said with a smirk.

“I—I….hello, what the hell.” She finally got out frustrated and then leaned back as he moved over pinning her to the door; he was gentle with her arms. He lifted her up so his leg was in-between her thighs holding her head level. She breathed out with her mouth open, her hair in her face.
“I said I wouldn’t hurt you.” He said in a much deeper tone, as if he was irritated she didn’t trust him. She looked up at him, there face inches apart.
 
James

As James held Erin into position against the door, and their eyes were locked for a few moments, he felt the rush of lust for her begin to rise again. He leaned down, with his lips centimeters away from her bare neck, his warm breath on her skin. He whispered in Erin's ear, "Why do you give me these urges...? ...And why am I fighting to hard to resist them?"

Before she could answer, James faced her again, closing in as if he was about to kiss her, but stops just before. Inhumanly fast, he drops her from his knee, and moves back to the bed, facing away from her. After a moment, he motioned for her to come sit by him on the bed. The only sounds at this time were the ticking of the clock on the wall, and conversation between the vampire and the human girl.

"So... What was it like? You know, being held captive in that facility. From the looks of it, they didn't take very good care of you." James said, attempting to portray a caring tone. He was unsure why, but he was hoping that she would respond that she liked it better with him.

"I'm sorry about earlier," he said, "I don't really know what came over me. You know you don't have to be scared of me though. ...It's the people who might try to attack you that need to be scared of me." As he finished his sentence, he turned away from her, trying to hide the fact that he felt as if he were blushing. Though his pale skin tone made this un-seeable.

As the two sat there, awkwardly on the side of the bed, James leaned back slightly on his hands, as he turned his head to her once more.

"So, what do you want to do? We've got an our or so to kill until our medical expert assigned to you comes along to check up on you. Don't worry, she won't harm you."
 
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