Rummaging through the pockets of what remained of clothing Amber found fourteen more bulbs of garlic, five stakes – one with a severed hand still clinging to it, and two small vials. She held one up to the light to examine the liquid, it was... water?
How had these people believed that these objects would stop her? They didn’t even slow her down.
She straightened up and headed for the door. As she walked she passed the fireplace and the mirror above it she jumped suddenly backwards, she could see her reflection. She remembered vampire stories from when she was younger and as far as she knew vampires didn’t have reflections. The face staring back at her from the frame didn’t look much different either. She looked just the same as she always had, her slightly imperfect nose, green eyes and red hair. The only thing that was different was that blood covered her hands, her clothes, and the lower half of her face. She needed a shower and some clean clothes but more importantly; she needed to hide the bodies. Or what was left of them.
Amber took of her blood soaked clothes and stepped into the shower. She was transfixed by the swirling patterns the blood made in the water as it ran down the drain. It took a full 20 minutes to get all of the blood out of her hair.
Reaching into her cupboard she pulled out the nearest thing and quickly got dressed. Only a day ago what she wore had been important to her, now it seemed so trivial. She’s killed people, she wasn’t proud of it yet it didn’t seem to bother her either. This is what worried her. She knew she should feel bad but she felt nothing of the ort. She thought of the people’s families and friends, all the people they had left behind yet somehow she felt nothing. No pity. No remorse. In her mind it was just something that had to be done. She hated being this, whatever this was. She needed to find out who had done this to her and why. And most likely make them pay.
She had a very good plan for how she was going to get rid of the bodies. She pulled all of the remains onto the rug in the middle of the floor which by now had soaked up most of the blood. She took the edges of the rug and folded them up around the pile. Once she was happy that nothing would fall out she dragged her makeshift parcel towards the door, grabbing the car keys on the way out.
Having managed to shove the ‘parcel’ in the boot of her car she was in the process of locking the boot again when she heard someone speak
“What have you got there?” she turned at the sound of the voice and saw a little boy of about 5 staring at her from the pavement
“I’m just taking some stuff to my friend’s farm” she said with a smile, he smiled back and scampered off down the road to catch up with his mother. Amber climbed into the car, turned out of her road and drove away.
Her car was an old and battered Ford that she’s had for years. It wasn’t much to look at but it ran fine, even if it was largely held together by duct tape. A friend of hers had left her to look after his farm whilst he was away in Germany, this was where she was going. Simon had warned her that the pigs would eat anything they came across so she had to be careful not leaving any of her things lying around. It was time to find out whether they really would eat anything.