Vampires will never hurt you. Part 1.

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Vampires will never hurt you. Part 1.

This is just an experiment, so here goes. Comment if its any good.

The world was darker then it was before. You could tell that just by looking out of a window. The sky was never blue anymore, just different shade of grey, getting duller as life went on. Grass had been replaced with concrete, except the rare few patches of wilderness that remained. Cities had grown taller, sky scrapers reaching into clouds that never disappeared. This wasn’t the world I was born in. This was hell, the year 2034.

We were all sitting in the corner of a coffee shop, our hands wrapped tightly around our mugs. Even coffee had lost its colour and flavour; it was now a foamy grey. We only bought it for the heat, drinking it would probably mean certain death from poisoning.
The coffee shop was like our second home as our actual home was pretty useless. It consisted of two ripped up sofa’s, a portable cooker and a radio with a very bad reception. Even then we were better of then most people, but we came here every day.
There were five of us, each in our early twenties, Gerard and Ray being the eldest, both at 25. I was the youngest at 21 but age didn’t make that much difference here.
Me and the guys had gone to school together, before the revolution that had created modern society. They were my best friends, and always will be. The reason? Because we live in a world of pessimists, and we are the very rare breed of pessimists who aren’t quite optimistic, but we can still have fun, even in a world like this. No one laughs anymore except us.
Even now, sitting in the corner of a coffee shop full of unhappy people all wearing dark colours, we were grinning at each other, looking very stupid. We were playing cards. So it wasn’t an intelligent game like poker, but that would be boring anyway, as we had nothing to bet. We were playing snap.
Inbetween putting our cards down, we all wrapped our hands tightly around our mugs, desperate for some heat.
The sun shone four days a year on average, but sometimes it was less. It was September already, and the sun had only been out once. We had to be very careful as to how long we were outside on days like that, as it could be dangerous for our skin, as it had become more and more sensitive over the years of darkness.
We also shouldn't go out in rain storms, incase it was acid rain. That would be nasty. Lightning could be dangerous too, but it was even rarer then sunlight.
Petrol had been a very luxury item over the past years, until Fenuary where it was only to be used on public service transport, such as ambulances. I haven't seen an ambulance in a month, even though plenty of people had been hurt. I was guessing all the service workers had stolen it; it was an official dog-eat- dog world now.
Every man for himself.
"SNAP!" shouted Mikey Gerard and Frank in unison.
"Yeah, I win!" said Frank, dragging the cards toward him from across the table.
"No you don't, you cheater!" Gerard was now trying to get the cards off Frank.
I was guessing Mikey didn't really care.
"Guys, guys, you drew, you can have a card each......" said Ray, giving them each a card. He was always the more mature one. Well someone had to be.
Just then a bunch of people walked out of the door, letting in a chilly wind. I got up behind them to shut the door, noticing the shop was now almost empty.
There was us on one side of the room, and a bunch of gothic looking people on the other.
All the people were probably going to church; church services were now in the city centre, as so many people had become religeous. They had nothing to hope for, and religeon was the only other option for being sane. They thought if they all prayed at the same time, some higher voice would answer them.
I wish; nothing could save us now.
I sat back in my seat, looking at the goths across the room. All of them were deadly pale, with dark hair and drak eyes. They weren't even wearing coats and it was freezing. The creepiest part? They were staring at us, without blinking or moving......just staring.
Very creepy. I stared right back at them; not wanting to seem vunerable or intimidated.
The guy furthest to the right got up and walked behind the counter, before walking into the rest room.
I sighed, relieved. I didn't feel the pressure to stare at them anymore.
I had been out of the game for a while now, but Gerard finally got my attention.
"Yeah! I win-" he was interupted by a peircing scream.
The guy walked out of the rest room, holding the lifeless body of the girl who owned the coffee shop. Blood was dripping down his chin, from a set of razor sharp white teeth in his mouth.
I had watched enough dracula movies to know what he was.
Those goths weren't goths. They were the real thing.
They were vampires.
"Run!" Frank shouted, and we all headed for the door, trying to ignore the hissing behind us......