A Frosty Reception [Eula]

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A Frosty Reception [Eula]

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Winter had already begun its march southwards, sending icy Artic winds across Canada. The threat of snow was in the air; each thick heavy cloud that drifted menacingly in the sky above Harper Rock could be the one that finally unleashed its freezing payload of frozen flakes upon the city, transforming the modern commercial conurbation into a blanket white scene of tranquillity from a picturesque winter wonderland that could have been dragged straight from the pages of a Charles Dickens novel. A layer of crisp snow, a dusting of nature’s frosty icing sugar, could mask a multitude of sins, cover up a whole world of weird and bizarre activities. It was fair to say that the medium-sized Canadian city harboured a veritable smorgasbord of strange and often sinister pursuits, undertakings more often than not linked to its rather peculiar underworld society: the vampires.

The long dark nights that accompanied the chilly temperatures were, in theory, helpful for the majority of the vampire population that inhabited the mysterious city. The lengthened hours of blackness acted as a shroud for those undead souls who had an aversion to sunlight. They were able to go about their dealings, shady or otherwise, behind the opaque veil of elongated nights. Potentially, the winter months were the most productive time of year for such sun-shy creatures, as they could roam around more freely. Conversely, it could be argued that these lengthy spells of darkness presented an increased level of danger to the human population that coexisted alongside their vampire neighbours.

Aaron Hunter didn’t fear the prolonged nights, but neither did he fear the potentially harmful rays of the golden sun. In fact, the daywalking vampire didn’t fear much at all, perhaps with the exception of the stylus on his record player breaking while he was spinning a rare vinyl punk album. Aaron was an affable, easy-going kind of guy. Not much phased him, and he always attempted to stay positive, whatever crazy circumstances were thrown in his general direction. He was happy, content with his life - or should that be unlife - as a vampire. Aaron had his music, he had his lover, and he had a roof over his head. The vampire wanted for nothing.

Flipping up the collar of his old black leather jacket, Aaron proceeded to pull the woolly hat that was perched atop his head further downwards until it covered his ears. The bitter cold night air had no real negative effects on the vampire’s constitution, but he could still sense the chilly teeth of the wind nibbling at his exposed skin. Rubbing his strong hands together, Aaron gazed up into the blackened sky, a few twinkling stars poking through the canopy of clouds that hung high up above the city. He exhaled deeply, producing a plume of water vapour that had a vague resemblance to smoke being expelled from the jaws of a ferocious dragon. Aaron had done this since he was a small child, believing that he was a powerful magical beast that could breath fire. For all intents and purposes, Aaron was a mighty mythical monster, but he’d not yet mastered the art of flamethrowing through his lips. Not yet.

Striding purposefully out into the streets, Aaron made his way towards the Stag Heath district of the city. It was a dodgy district of the town, littered with grubby characters who lurked in the shadows. It was certainly not the most salubrious neighbourhood of Harper Rock, and people needed to stay alert, be vigilant while they walked through the dimly-lit alleyways. The potential danger exited Aaron. The uncertainty of who or what lay hidden behind the next shadowy corner gave the vampiric adventurer a certain rush. Tonight, Aaron was ready for whatever came his way. He had learned to expect the unexpected when walking on the wild side.
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When Winter had begun things became harder and harder for Eula. It was hard to stay warm in the icy cold air. She didn't have anything to really keep her warm except for a fire when she felt like building one. She didn't have a home, a family, friends, she had nothing. When her family had died she had learned the hard way about living on the streets. You had to be cautious and aware of your surroundings. She had learned to get used to the cold, but she still wasn't used to listening for things very well just yet. And now with the snow and Winter coming it became even harder.

Eula walked through the Stag Heath district. She tried to stay unseen as much as she could. But that didn't work. She felt two rough hands on each side of her backing her up against the alley wall. The man was homeless she knew that much. His clothes all ragged and torn. He had a sinister smirk slowly forming across his lips. She tried pushing him away, but only earned a slap to the face as she hit the hard cold ground. She winced and got back up, moving back slowly. The man followed her taking a step closer each time she took a step back. She finally turned and ran quickly. She heard the man running after her. She turned a sharp corner and hid in the shadows as he ran past. She sighed with relief.

The blade in her boot cut her foot open. She fell in pain. She held her bleeding foot and sighed.
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An icy breeze clawed at Aaron’s face like a famished polar bear, tearing into his skin, reddening his cheeks. The densely packed tiny black whiskers that clung to Aaron’s chin offered little resistance to the cold winds as they blew through the streets. Tall buildings on either side of the road acted as a funnel, channelling the chilly gusts, creating a frosty wind tunnel that could freeze a mere mortal to their core.

The vampire’s warm hazel eyes caught a glimpse of the first few flakes of snow drifting gently passed the enchanting orange glow of a streetlamp. The dark, heavy clouds that loomed menacingly overhead slowly began to cast out their chilled crystalline confetti as winter’s white wedding launched into full swing. Aaron paused, tilted his neck backwards, and opened his mouth while simultaneously closing his eyelids, allowing a couple of rogue drops of fluffy alabaster snow to land softly upon his outstretched tongue. They fizzled into nothingness, vanishing from sight as if they had never existed in the first place.

Aaron’s brief moment of relaxation was harshly interrupted when a clumsy oaf of a man burst around a corner, slamming straight into the punk’s chest. Despite the sub-zero temperature, the scruffy-looking man’s forehead was dotted with beads of pearlescent perspiration that glistened like fine diamonds under the streetlamp’s beam. A stale stench of sweat radiated from his lumbering frame, creating an unpleasant aura that hugged him tightly like a small child clinging to a teddy bear during an almighty thunderstorm. Apparently, neither showering nor getting to know the joys of a good deodorant spray were on the careless vagrant’s to do list.

“Where’s the damn girl,” muttered the agitated man.

A pair of scowling eyes scanned the vicinity, their owner seemingly oblivious to the fact that he’d just bundled his bumbling body into a complete stranger on the pavement. He offered no apology for his actions, but instead asked a question of Aaron.

“Has a young woman run this way?” he asked directly. “Maybe seventeen or eighteen years old?”

An unmissable smell of musty alcohol wafted through the man’s crusty lips as he spoke. Aaron twitched his nose from side to side, weighing up the somewhat impolite chap who stood before him while trying not to inhale the sickly aroma that oozed from the man’s dirty clothing and mouth. At a guess, Aaron assumed that the drifter was some kind of tramp or homeless beggar. The missing teeth, the wild, unkempt hair, and the dishevelled attire were simple clues to follow.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, sir,” replied Aaron sarcastically.

A mischievous grin crept across Aaron’s stubbly face as he watched the snowflakes land on the forlorn figure on front of him. Maybe they’d act as a cleansing shower, wash away the tramp’s troubles?

“Yes,” added Aaron, “a girl ran passed here just a few seconds ago. She headed that way.”

Twisting his waist, the vampire stretched out an arm, and pointed in the general direction of the main avenue. Of course, he’d seen no girl at all, but Aaron made an instant judgement call to send the impoverished bloke on a wild goose chase. The affable punk was quite a discerning character, and imagined that if a teenager was indeed running around somewhere in the area, she was probably running away from this shady vagabond.

Harper Rock could be a cruel place. Each and every corner turned could lead to trouble, every backstreet held potential danger in its cold, unforgiving palms. The Stag Heath district was particularly notorious, infamous for its grubby gangs, deviant drug dealers, and sleazy operators. Folk here would sell their own mother for another quick fix of whatever tickled their fancy. Lying, cheating, robbing, plain and simple murder, they were all bedfellows in this area of the city. It would come as no surprise to Aaron if the girl in question had either stolen from the vagrant, or the vagrant had to attempted to steal – or worse – from the teenager.

The bedraggled lowlife mumbled a half-hearted response towards Aaron before scurrying away into the distance like a sewer rat. The vampire sighed, flicking his hands across the black leather of his weathered jacket as if he were ridding himself of fleas. Glancing around, Aaron looked up at the tall, imposing buildings on either side of him, hemming him in like the walls of a prison. Moments earlier, the daydreamer had been basking in the winter wonderland scene, yet now his feelings had changed. Sometimes, only sometimes, he just felt... trapped. It was as if Harper Rock was cut off from the real world, quarantined, hidden behind a wall like post-war Berlin.

The sky was dark and moody, scattering its snowflakes at will like a farmer throwing seeds into a freshly ploughed field. This was going to be a cold night, certainly not an evening for a young woman to be wandering the streets trying to avoid the attention, merited or otherwise, of a dodgy ruffian. Readjusting the collar of his coat, Aaron decided to walk in the general direction of where the vagrant had emerged. He’d find the teenager, give her a stern lecture on the dangers of life on the streets, and send her home to her parents. Then he’d relax and dream about the sunny beaches of California, the soothing waves lapping against the golden sand, the good old days. Winter was cold. Harper Rock could be colder still. Aaron needed a vacation; he needed more holidays in the sun.
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She laid there for just a few moments before quickly sitting up and taking something out of her satchel. Her foot shook as she took off her boot and slowly bandaged the cut. She grabbed the knife and rubbed the blood off in the snow. She put it back in her boot and started to stand up. Once she put pressure on her injured foot she ended up falling to the ground immediately. She groaned and scooted back farther in the shadows. She heard talking not to far away from where she was now. She recognized one voice, the man who had tried to do god knows what to her and the other voice she did not know. She held her breath and just listened carefully.

"Where's the damn girl? Has a young woman run this way? Maybe seventeen or eighteen years old?"

She held her breath hoping and praying that she was not seen by whoever this psycho was talking to. She didn't know what the man wanted and she definitely did not want to find out anytime soon. She kept listening.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too sir." She held in her giggle as the other man spoke sarcastically. "Yes, a girl ran passed here just a few seconds ago. She headed that way." She couldn't see which way this guy was pointing but just hoping not towards her.
She heard the man run off quickly and looked around to see no sign of him anywhere near her at least. She sighed with relief. She hugged her knees to her chest and buried her head down. She closed her eyes trying to fall asleep just for a little bit, maybe longer.
She woke up to a hand on her knee and a gun to her head. She stared wide eyed at the guy in front of her. She slowly stood up. He was taller than her, much taller to be exact. Then again she was only 18, the guy in front of her looked to be about in his late 30's maybe? He had his finger on the trigger. His voice was sinister and low.
"Give me your satchel."
"N-No! I won't have anything else! Do you know how hard it is to get stuff for yourself when you live on the damn streets!" She screamed only to earn a hard slap across the face, tumbling to the ground. The left side of her face stung with a red hand print clearly showing. She looked back up at him in shock.
"Do not talk to me like that! I said give me the satchel!" She swallowed hard in fear, but firmly stood her ground.
"NO!" She moved her satchel behind her back. He aimed the gun at her leg and pulled the trigger. She screamed in pain as a bullet went through her right thigh. He smirked and bent down. He reached over and touched the blood on her leg. She flinched as he lifted it up and licked it off of his finger.
"Such a lovely smell and taste don't you think?" He laughed. She quickly scooted back.
"Stay away f-from me!" He leaned forward again and grabbed her leg pulling her back towards him. He touched the wound again and licked it once more. He dropped his gun on the ground and held her against him. He tried putting his hand inside of her shirt when she slapped him and tried to move away. "Don't touch me!" Though she knew that there was probably no one around to hear her cry for help.
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