I clicked the button on my keys as I ran back to my rover. The speeder detached from the rover as I approached and I swiftly hopped onto it. I hit the start button and it hummed to life and rose a foot off the ground.
I put my hand on the handles and twisted the accelerator, the engine roared but I didn't move, a flashing light next to the start button caught my attention. The parking brake was still engaged, I looked about the console until I found a small switch. I disengaged the parking brake and took off with a jolt, I swerved a bit as I launched out of the parking lot towards the alley.
I was moving at 60 mph when I came upon the group of thugs. I hit the accelerator and launched towards them as my speed started to climb. The thugs barely had time to turn away and run before I rammed into the group. The sounds of breaking bones and cries of pain announced my return as I braked to a stop.
In the back alley, the leader of the now nearly dead gangsters that were moaning and crying behind me stood unfazed. Getting off my speeder, I analyzed the situation. the leader was holding the cold beauty by the hair, her face was bruised but otherwise, she should be ok. The other girls were laid out on the ground, their uniforms were ripped but the worst outcome had not happened yet, the boss, Ray, dropped my prey on the ground before turning towards me.
His skin was the color of rock and I had a feeling this particular thug was going to be a pain in the ass. I made sure my spiked knuckles were ok before stepping forward.
The man is heavily muscled, compared to my more lithe body, I probably wouldn't match him in strength. Speed would be my advantage. The gang leader approached me with a boxer's stance and I shifted to mirror his fighting style. He jabbed and tested my reaction time, or so I thought before he used his center of gravity to shift his body into a kick.
I received the incoming blow to my gut and the air left my body faster than my feet left the ground. I didn't have time to enjoy my flight before a thick fist crashed into the side of my face. I stumbled back and retreated a few steps, he pushed the charge with a wide haymaker. I stepped into his charge and grabbed his clothes.
Using his own momentum, I spun and tossed him over my shoulder. I wasn't in command of all these fighting techniques, they just felt natural which made me wonder who I was to retain this much muscle memory that allowed me to hold my own.
I closed in on the downed man and launched several blows to his back. I rained punches and kicks before he started to retaliate and reached for my legs. I backed off and watched as he slowly got up.
My hands and legs felt like I had been kicking and punching trees all night. I looked at my fists and I was slightly shocked at the fact my spiked knuckles were broken. They had broken and flattened down any edges so that they were a bent pair of brass knuckles.
I had a spare knife but I doubted it would have any effect on the brute. 'Maybe I should just take my prey and run?' I thought as my probability of winning was starting to drop drastically. The man rose and came at me with fists swinging, I dodge a few and traded quite a few more but he caught me with a backhand that nearly broke my jaw.
I stumbled back towards the alley just as one of the less injured thugs came limping out, I lunged at the young man and processed to dig into his neck with my teeth before sucking in large gulps of blood. I held the young man so tight my finger pierced into his skin, I held him until I drank my fill.
I pulled my mouth away from my fountain of nectar and tossed the husk aside when I heard the sound of cloth tearing. My fingers ripped the young man's clothes to shreds when I tossed him, glanced down at my hands, giving me quite a sight.
Blood colored claws were attached at the tips of my fingers and formed a thin glove over the rest of my hands. I looked from my claws to the stone man, I saw a look of hesitation in his eyes after my display.
I dashed towards him, it was time to end this.
He backed away and tried to keep a distance between us but he was unarmed and he had backed himself into a corner. He threw a punch into my stomach while I swiped a claw at his eyes. Sure his punch knocked the wind out of me but my swipe took his sight. With a shrill scream of agony and pain, the man clutched at his eyes and the color of his skin returned to a light tan.
Another swipe opened up his neck, I hastily I drank a few mouthfuls. I detected undertones of earthiness and a tang of iron. I filled a few plastic bottles of his blood before I checked on his lackeys, they were either unconscious or too injured to move. I am going to need more bottles.
I returned to the rover and parked it near the entrance of the alley and began dumping out bottles of water. My snack to go was moaning through his gag but I was sure whatever he had to say could wait till I was done. I would dump a few bottles before tapping into a new thug and bringing them back to the rover, I continued this trend until I reached my icy snack.
She would be a better snack on the go. besides as my first female prey, I needed to savor the flavor. Of course, I was only going to be taking one snack with me, so I would need to get a little creative with my next kill.
I used my knife to help cover up any bite wounds while smearing or spraying blood onto my still living excuse. Once I had tidied up the battlefield, I took the gladius. I stabbed, cut, and beat my excuse to death before staging the final death scene.
The two girls were still unconscious and the boy with glasses had bled to death, the fit youth on the other hand was still alive.
Barely, and he might just survive his beating if someone finds this scene. I tied up and gagged my new snack before tossing her into the rover. There was a minifridge in the rover and it was filled with alcohol which I traded for the blood and put the alcohol in the cupboards.
I brought my speeder back to the rover and latched it back onto the mount before hopping into the driver seat, now I just needed a place to sleep.
I felt stronger than ever but I also felt like I hadn't slept in a week. Looking into the back of the rover, I saw my snack stirring awake. I placed the rover into autopilot and had it drive us away from my buffet.
After my night out on the town, there were only a few more hours till dawn and I was unsure of what that would mean for me. I double checked the restraints, and wouldn't want her getting free if the sun made me weak. I doubted that I would burst into flame though it would be a tragic ending to my first night of being alive.
As we drove, I decided to change out of my burnt and ripped clothing. I smelled myself and it seemed that I would be alright to wait a while before needing a shower. I tossed my ruined clothes into the corner before putting on a matching pair of black pants and shirt, I decided to have a small snack as we drove through the black streets of the city.
I took a nutrition block and a bottle of blood and drizzled it onto the block, soon a hot bloodred roll was in my mouth as I watched the buildings pass by, the rover kept going until we reached a warehouse district. We pulled over near an empty building, I laid out my sleeping bag and decided to take a nap. I quickly fell asleep in the dark cabin to the sounds of stray dogs and other nighttime creatures.
I woke up with what I felt like a large weight on my entire body. I slowly sat up and saw the sun rising, I stretched trying to rid myself of the lethargic feeling. I heard a muffled scream, it would seem my snack was coming back from the land of dreams, my stomach rumbled.
"Guess it's time for a snack."