Status: Complete: Might plan a re-write in the future.
The Sharpest Lives
Lisa's POV
“Whoa!” I shouted, reaching for my knife.
“Help,” she said quietly.
That’s when I saw it. She was holding her neck. The blood dripped through her
fingers. She was bleeding so bad, you’d think her throat was slashed across.
“Oh my God. What happened?”
“I…was…attacked. He just…bit me and…he ran.” She pointed.
“Ok, we’re gonna get you fixed.” I pulled a towel out of my coat pocket. “Here, hold this on it. I’m gonna call for help.” I took out my cell and started to dial.
“Which way did it go?” someone asked behind me.
I turned. “Max! It went that way. You stay with her and call for help.”
I ran in the direction she pointed too. I soon saw a figure leaning against a tree. I went cautiously. He seemed to be huddled up against the trunk.
“Hey! Look at me,” I said.
He looked up. He was in half form. Probably a newbie. He was skinny, with his
hair hanging in his face. His fangs were out, tipped with red.
“You just bit her and ran?”
“I heard something, I got scared,” he said nervously.
“Scared? You’re a newbie.”
“So?”
“Either way, you have to die now,” I pulled my knife.
“No! My brother will be disappointed.”
“Sorry. I’d be too, but what’s done is done. You have to go.”
“No, please,” he pleaded.
I heard a crash on a rooftop behind me. I looked reflexively, and when I looked
back, he was gone.
“Crap.”
“Help,” she said quietly.
That’s when I saw it. She was holding her neck. The blood dripped through her
fingers. She was bleeding so bad, you’d think her throat was slashed across.
“Oh my God. What happened?”
“I…was…attacked. He just…bit me and…he ran.” She pointed.
“Ok, we’re gonna get you fixed.” I pulled a towel out of my coat pocket. “Here, hold this on it. I’m gonna call for help.” I took out my cell and started to dial.
“Which way did it go?” someone asked behind me.
I turned. “Max! It went that way. You stay with her and call for help.”
I ran in the direction she pointed too. I soon saw a figure leaning against a tree. I went cautiously. He seemed to be huddled up against the trunk.
“Hey! Look at me,” I said.
He looked up. He was in half form. Probably a newbie. He was skinny, with his
hair hanging in his face. His fangs were out, tipped with red.
“You just bit her and ran?”
“I heard something, I got scared,” he said nervously.
“Scared? You’re a newbie.”
“So?”
“Either way, you have to die now,” I pulled my knife.
“No! My brother will be disappointed.”
“Sorry. I’d be too, but what’s done is done. You have to go.”
“No, please,” he pleaded.
I heard a crash on a rooftop behind me. I looked reflexively, and when I looked
back, he was gone.
“Crap.”