Blood oozed from the girl’s wound. She was almost dead. If the ambulance arrived in time and if she made it to the hospital, a blood transfusion might save her.
The crowd pressed closer. It had grown since the ambulance sirens alerted the neighbors to the accident. Everyone examined the girl’s car, close at hand. No damage could be seen. The driver’s side door was open. The key still in the ignition caused a repeated dinging sound. The paramedics hurriedly lifted the girl onto the stretcher. A policeman forced the crowd back. Another officer stood next to his patrol car, radio in hand, surveying the crowd.
Half a block away the street light wasn’t working.
A single shadow left unnoticed from a nearby truck. Cell phone in hand, the man, or it might be a woman, impossible to tell in the light, tucked the device inside a pocket. It ran along the dark building. A moment later, the shadow flew into the air and vanished.
The street light flickered, sputtered and turned on to highlight the sign over the building’s door.
Bonfils Blood Center.
My first vampire story. This is part of Monster Mash hosted by Roh Morgon at Musing of a Moonlight Writer. Click to follow here or on the side bar button and check out all the other monster writings. It’s been going on all week so you may need to browse through the blogs to read.
My question is; who called the paramedics to save the girl?