<div class="floatleft">(http://fashiontribes.typepad.com/main/images/mens_penguin_sweater_nordstrom.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Reid (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169361.msg7948132#msg7948132)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Woods<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Vampire Attack<br/><hr/><br/>This was much better.<br/><br/>Sam wasn't particularly self-conscious about doing drugs. You couldn't walk into the toilets of any self-respecting club in LA without seeing people sniff line after line of white powder up their nose. Couldn't go to any half-decent party without the hand mirrors and credit card being pulled out. Couldn't handle a dollar bill without risking a failed drug test (and let's be honest, people like that weren't rolling dollar bills). But snorting up a line in a freaking field? In a town he'd just arrived in? Where he didn't really know anyone? Screw that.<br/><br/>And so he was deep in the woods, taking a pinch at a time up his nose, feeling the rush run through him, mixing and alternating with the alcohol already polluting his system. The feeling was nice, the contrast intoxicating (figuratively and literally). He could feel a warm fuzziness settle on him, feel life take on that slightly vivid edge, feel everything be a little better, a little brighter. It was this that turned a party from the mundane to the sublime and it was this that made a person be more than they could be.<br/><br/>So yeah, this was much better.<br/><br/>Until Sam heard the scream.<br/><br/>This wasn't just<em>a</em>scream. This was the sound of someone having their life torn apart and their soul ripped out. It was a wild, shrill, keening sound that rent the sky around it. Even over the noise of the party people would be able to hear it... and no doubt the vast majority ignore it. But perhaps some brave, intrepid few would come and investigate.<br/><br/>Sam liked to think of himself as brave and intrepid. In reality he wasn't. He was a coward. If he'd heard the scream a minute or two earlier he'd have made his way as fast as he could in the opposite direction. But it wasn't a minute or two earlier. He now had a bloodstream filled with false courage. And so Sam went wandering into the woods, following the sound of the scream.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Katie reared away as something came out of the bushes, a scream leaving her lips, stepping back, her foot catching on something, tumbling back, collapsing down. She desperately tried to crawl away... until the sound of laughter made her look round. There was Chad, a big dumb grin on his face, giggling away at her.<br/><br/><strong>“You fucking douche! That's not funny Chad!”<br/><br/>“Ah, I'm sorry Katie. But you should have seen your face...”<br/><br/>“Fuck off Chad. I was scared.”</strong><br/><br/>Katie brushed herself down and pulled herself to her feet, turning her back on Chad so he couldn't see the hints of tears forming her in eyes. What an ass! To think she'd liked him only a few minutes earlier. Well, you know what buddy, pull a stunt like that and see what you get. Guess there was a silver lining to all this; looks like she wasn't going to do something she'd be ashamed of in the morning. So I guess Chad had done something right. Even if he was a douche. That said, what was that strange gurgling sound coming from behind her? She turned.<br/><br/>Chad was still there. But he wasn't alone. There were people around him. Not people. Almost like people but not people. Strange faces. And one of them was biting his neck. And then red eyes turned  onto her...<br/><br/>And then she screamed.<br/><br/>She really screamed...