Admin wrote: Admin wrote: Admin wrote: Derrick stayed in his hotel until nightfall, keeping the curtains drawn. A few times room service knocked on the door but Derrick told them he was fine and sent them away. He tried his best to sleep but the fangs kept tingling, he could smell the blood in everybody in the hotel. There was so much of it, so many that he could just tear into, rip open their throats and drain their bodies dry. But Derrick grabbed the bed and squeezed his eyes shut, forcing such thoughts to the back of his head. When night came, he got up, showered and threw on clothes and walked right out and into the night.
Derrick walked the streets. It was strange, he didn't even feel the cold. Was it cold? He couldn't tell. He figured that he'd feel if it was hot, wouldn't he? Yes he would. The wind was blowing, he could feel that. Shrugging, Derrick continued on, trying to avoid crowds. He could smell the blood pumping through their veins. However, since he was not familiar with this new city, he soon found himself lost. At least it was a nice night out. Then, there was light. Not sunlight but....car lights...no...truck lights. Derrick stepped off the road and walked along the side. The truck got closer, closer, traveling at over a hundred miles per hour. Glancing back, Derrick discovered to his shock that the truck was heading right towards him. Derrick started running, his super speed allowing him to easily outrun it. "Damn drunk." He laughed and walked on. It didn't take too long for the lights to fall on him again. Turning around, Derrick saw the truck racing towards him again. It was fast. A truck that size shouldn't be able to go that fast. Derrick timed it and dived to the side, rolled, got to his feet and raced along the truck, leaping up and grabbing it and poking his head inside to take a look at the driver. He blinked. There was no one driving. The truck turned and fell on it's side, trying to crush him. Derrick leaped free and landed clear of the truck, watching as it crashed and went completely off the road, going off a bridge but not hitting the ground. Derrick blitzed over to where it fell. There was no sign of the truck anywhere....
"Okay....what the hell was that?"
He searched up and down the road but there was no sign of it anywhere. "Weird. So now I've gone from f-ing vampires to ghost trucks....fine." He walked away. "Might as well do what they do in the movies: Hit a bar for information."
Derrick walked into a drinking bar and decided it was a mistake right away. Along with his superhuman senses picking up everything inside, he also could sense the blood of everybody inside. Derrick felt his fangs tingling but fought it, trying to keep it under control. Sitting down, he minded his own business. It was a dimly lit bar, with tunes playing out of a jukebox and men chatting about various subjects as waitresses passed around drinks.
"You need something kid?" "Ahhh, I was hoping for information." "Like what?" "Do you guys know anything about a ghost truck?" "A what now?" The man next to him laughed. "A truck that appears out of nowhere, tries to run you over and then vanishes without a trace?" Derrick listed.
"...Whatchu talking about kid?" "Derrick." "Who?" "My name. It's Derrick and I'm talking about that truck that tried to squash me and then I leaped out of the way and when it crashed, I went to look and...then it was gone. Like it was never there."
"You've been drinking."
"I...well, I could use one." He admitted, hoping that some booze would take his mind off the smell of the blood of everybody around him. "How about a...beer."
The bartender gave him one and Derrick tried to drink it...but felt it burning his throat. It tasted horrible. Nevertheless, he smiled and continued drinking. "Thank you. But, seriously, about this truck man.."
While he was talking and trying to get information about the ghost truck, a trucker came in, nodding to some of the other men in there and took a seat at a table where others greeted him. Derrick could hear them clearly but didn't pay much attention to it, though he did one of them refer to him. The new arrival glanced back at him but then assured his friends it wasn't a problem. Things continued in peace until a waitress brought the men their drinks and everything went south.
A conversation soon turned into an argument. Derrick looked up to see the man hassling the waitress, a twenty-something blonde woman. The thug grabbed at her skirt.
"-c'mon, girly. Give me a peek."
She pulled away from him, balancing an empty tray.
"You're drunk and not my type anyway, back off." she said. "I'm serious."
A leer and a snort indicated just how little he cared what she thought. He grabbed her backside, earning a roar of laughter from his drinking buddies.
"Knock it off!" The waitress warned him.
She slapped the punks hand away and took a step backward, but then he grabbed her wrist to keep her from leaving and started pulling on the woman and the thug and his friends laughed. "I'll be right back." He said to the bartender and walked over, despite the bartender's warnings. The other men in the bar snickered, hoping for a good fight. "That's enough!" He said and pulled the waitress away from them. The first thing she noticed was how strong his grip was and the second was how incredibly cold his hand was. The trucker, angry at not only having his fun interrupted but at some young punk standing up to him, slammed down his drink and stood up so quickly he knocked over his chair. The man was big, a head taller than Derrick and built like a linebacker. He had a thick beard around his face of blonde hair and his dark eyes were glaring death at Derrick. The man would have, without a doubt, been fully capable of handing Derrick his ass on a plate in a fight, that is, if he was still human. "What'd you say to me f-g?" "I said: Enough. Take your stupid flannel shirt and stupid hat and the get the hell out of here."
"That's enough man, you don't need to-" "Or you'll what?" He challenged. "What are you gonna do you puny little twig?!" He tried to shove Derrick...who didn't even budge. The trucker tried grabbing his jacket but Derrick promptly grabbed him by the throat and turned and slammed him down on the table, tilting it down and causing the drinks to spill out onto the floor, the glasses shattering. The trucker tried to break his grip but Derrick's ice cold arm was like steel. He pulled himself back and the trucker coughed and hacked as his friends helped him up. "Let's step outside."
"F-fine...let's."
Derrick walked outside with them, assuring the bartender that he would pay for the drinks.
Same with the lady who found him
