Free Vampire World by Rich Douglas

check out the inside,” he said, pointing to his car again.
    He
opened the door and we both climbed into the back, which was much bigger than
it appeared from the outside. The rock-hard seats shimmered with gold.
    He
kissed me passionately, his cold tongue touching mine as our fangs gently
locked together. Before I knew it, Rob had taken off his shirt and we were
kissing real heavy. I marveled at his sexy chest, amazed by how good it looked,
and how pretty his glow-in-the-dark tats were.
    Oddly,
I felt like I’d been in this situation before - I just couldn’t remember the
details. But I did sense a warning coming through. All of a sudden, something
didn’t feel right.
    “I
think we better slow down,” I told him, pulling back.
    He
gazed at me, discouraged. “Why? Come on. Don’t be boring.”
    He
closed in on me again, but I gently pushed him away. Then I climbed over the
front seat and got out of the car. He did the same.
    “I
really like you, Rob,” I said. “But I’m just not ready for that yet….”
    His
face hardened a touch. “I treated you to dinner,” he growled. “I was going to
take you shopping. Is this all I get?”
    I
said nothing as I saw the blood rush into his face. I didn’t feel good. I was
actually scared.
    “You
don’t know what you’re passing up,” he continued. “I’ve been with so many
girls. And you’re turning me down? I can’t believe that.”
    I
quickly went from scared to pissed off.
    “So
you’re saying I’m ugly?” I stormed back. “Goodbye!”
    I
walked rapidly away. He didn’t follow, but did shout after me that I was a
vampire bitch just as I was leaving the parking area. Anger turned to hurt on
realizing that I’d been used by someone I thought was Mr. Right. Once again, it
seemed, everyone in this world was a blood-sucking demon. Well, everyone except
for Mr. FreeCut and a few others.
    Picking
up the pace, I found the parking garage I'd used and made my way to Mr.
FreeCut’s car. But someone was standing there. Someone I most definitely did
not want to see. My stalker in the mall. He was on the other side of the car,
his nasty eyes staring at me.
    “Well,
well! How are you, beautiful?”
    Ignoring
the rat, I jumped into the car and started the engine. But through the rear
view mirror I could see him getting into a vehicle of his own.
    Slamming
my foot on the gas, I zoomed down the winding parking garage and into the
street. The traffic was heavy, making me growl with frustration as I tried to
get away from the shopping district. I had to get home before Mr. FreeCut found
out I stole his car.
    Stuck
at a red light forever, I peered in my mirror and saw a car right behind me. My
stalker was inside. The light at last turned green. I immediately floored it.
    Swerving
dangerously in and out of traffic, I headed for home with Garlic Moon shining
on the horizon.   But this was
quickly swallowed up by a chilling wall of green clouds moving in. The wind
started to blow real hard, making it difficult to drive as I sped past the
swaying trees and rusty buildings that surrounded downtown.
    The
monstrous olive clouds, mixed with crimson lightning bolts, overtook me,
drenching the car with radiant rain that shimmered like slime. Soon, I could
barely see a thing in front of me. The deluge stuck to the windshield faster
than the wipers could swish it off. It poured down    ferociously, backed by a screaming
wind.
    I
knew I should slow right down. But I kept going, determined to make it home.
    Suddenly,
caught in a particularly ferocious gust of wind, I lost control of the car. I
skidded for a few yards and then BAM! The car rammed into a tree with an
almighty thud.
    Oh No! No! No! No!
    For
a while the world spun madly around me. Eventually it slowed down and I came to
my senses. I realized that I wasn't hurt, but the car most certainly was. I
attempted to start it, but the engine only puttered. With the rain now
slackening, I got out to check the damage. The front was