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Tyran and I jumped off and ran inside.
Sherri was sitting on the floor, holding her head. Mark was
kneeling next to her, wrapping some bandages around her scalp.
     
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sherri asked.
     
Tyran ran past her, smiling.
    Sherri started to yell, “Vampire! Vampire inside!”
I grabbed her by the shirt and drug her behind me. She
kicked me away and threw a can at my head. Lucky for me she had
terrible aim and I was hit in the chest.
I screamed at her, “Get your fucking ass up, you old bitch.
It’s coming!”
     
“What?”
    The fury broke through the glass front, splinting shards
with its wings. I ducked, Tyran covering my body. When all
became silent I looked back. The fury, this one a female with long
black hair and saggy boobs, was inching our way. Mark lay on the
floor, blood gushing from his body. My guess was the glass got
him. Sherri scrambled, but was sliding in Mark’s fluids.
    Tyran grabbed me by the wrists and forced me into a stock
room. He slammed the door behind us and stacked chairs and
desks against the door. I was frozen until I heard Sherri’s blood
curling scream outside. Tyran gathered me in his arms, covering
my ears until Sherri finally went to sleep.
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    Hands were kneading the muscles of my back. At some
point I had fallen asleep. The room was so pitch black that I
couldn’t even make out the silhouette of my fingers. I knew it was
Tyran taking away the stress. My head leaned back to his forehead.
His arms wrapped around my stomach as he placed kisses on my
neck.
I asked, “Is it gone?”
     
He sighed. “I don’t know. I haven’t heard any noises for
hours, but the fucking thing probably nested in the cigarette aisle.”
     
I laughed.
     
“It’s good to hear that noise from you. Seems like forever
since I’ve seen you happy.”
     
“Yeah, well, I blame it on you. Just had to break out of
Hell, didn’t you?”
     
“It was worth it.”
     
His hands trailed over mine, stopping at the ruby on my
finger. His ruby. He nestled me closer to him.
     
He whispered, “Beautiful, isn’t it?”
     
“I’m not like you. I can’t see in the dark.”
     
“I wasn’t talking about the ring.”
    Heat washed over me. Every sense in my being told me
Tyran was trouble. I was his food. He wanted me dead. Yet I
couldn’t bring myself to stay away from him. He made me smile,
which was something no person had done for me. He found meals
for me, which I had issues doing. The signs pointed to a man that
cared. But I knew I was just a means to an end for him and a good
lay.
    I stood and felt my way around the room. Slamming into
the boarded up door, I began taking down our protection. Tyran
was next to me in seconds. When the door was cleared, he opened
it first and peered out. My breath was held, praying I wouldn’t see
or hear any flying creatures.
Tyran turned to me. “All clear.”
     
“Good.”
    He helped me from the stock room. The station, which used
to be perfectly organized and stocked, was in shambles. Every can
was knocked to the floor and its contents were spilling. The sodas
were smashed together in a heap of liquid. And the worst part was
the lake of blood in the middle of the floor. Both Mark and Sherri’s
bodies were gone. With no other way around I stepped through
their remains and headed for the way out. My scooter was lying on
the curb. The engine had died. It was out of gas.
“Fuck,” I griped.
“No gas?”
     
“When I crashed the damn thing it didn’t occur to me to
park it and wash the tires.”
     
“True. I guess we’ll be walking.”
     
He tried to take my hand. I crossed them over my chest and
turned back east; the direction of Norwalk. Tyran stopped me.
     
“Where are you going?”
     
“Home,” I said.
     
“I thought we’ve had this discussion.”
     
“I need to be somewhere I know. Norwalk is my home.”
     
“But Hell’s Gate-“Tyran tried.
    I cut him off.
“It will always be there.