The Last Human (Vampires Rule # 1)

Copyright © 2013
Rocky Grede

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copyright law. All character and scenarios within this book are
entirely fictional. Events of this book take place in a fictional
world.

Acknowledgments

I want to thank the following
individuals for their help; Edith for her editing
insight; Lynn for her proof reading; John the beta reader; all
those who reviewed a copy of the book, and those people who pointed
out mistakes in the manuscript. And Above all, I want to thank God
for providing me the means and inspiration in completing this
book.

Please note: This
book was previously under the name of; The Last Human (Vampire
Earth # 1)

Rocky Grede is a 23 year old Writer, living in the
UK. You can follow him on twitter@ RockyGrede. Or you can email
him:
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Happy Reading

Table of
Contents

Title Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Crisis: Chapter
One

“
Jake, could
you do the equation on the board for us?”

I look up as twenty two heads spin in my direction;
faces motionless, bodies still as statues, red rimmed eyes piercing
into my face. I ignore them, and sit up straighter in my chair,
keeping my
gaze to the front
of the class.

“
Err…I d
on’t
know,” I say, covering a picture of a tree I was drawing in my
exercise book with my forearm. “I mean, I don’t know the
answer.”

“
I insist you come up and at least have an
attempt,”
Mrs. Lake says,
showing a hint of her fangs as a small smile dances across her
lips.

I sigh, knowing she
isn’t going to relent. I push my chair back, rise from my seat, and
saunter towards the front of the class, keeping my body tucked in
and away from the passing desks.

Forty eight eyes follow my progress as I walk past
them; forty four of those eyes betray the hunger in them; forty
four of those eyes flash because they k
now they can’t touch me.

Mrs. Lake holds out the marker pen. I give her a
smile before taking the pen and switching my attention to the
equation on the board, wondering why we even have to do equations,
the subject is history after all.

The question is easy enough. I run the answer through
my mind before writing it on the white board. I stand back and
glance at
Mrs. Lake. She nods
her head, staring at the digits I have written, and holds out her
hand for the marker.

Forty eight eyes follow my hand as I give the marker
back to Mrs. Lake. Forty eight eyes lock in place as the
unthinkable happens; Mrs. Lake’s nail accidently scrapes against my
fingertip, tearing the skin and causing a small droplet of crimson
blood to emerge. It happens so fast, that the pain doesn’t
register. But that is the least of my worries.

I stand, staring at my finger in shock, as the
cold
realization of the
situation I’m caught in sinks in, anchoring into my stomach like
dead weight. There is a deathly silence throughout the class, and I
slowly tilt my head up and glance at the frozen faces, staring at
me in a new light. Mrs. Lake has her thin hand slapped across her
mouth; her blue eyes are wide as she understands what could
happen.

I jump back into the whiteboard, stuffing my hand
into my pocket, hiding the blood from view, just as one of the
Vampires sitting in the front row jumps in my direction. His eyes
are blazing a deep blood red and a hungry growl rips through his
throat. His face
twists and
contorts, giving prominence to the hideous creature lurking under
his façade. His fangs flash out, the sharp points jutting from his
gums. He’s a blur to my eye as he pounces several feet into the
air, a mish mash of flesh and clothes.

Before he can reach me, he’s knocked
asid
e.

The
Artico
Guards spring on top of him and hold him down, pinning him to the
floor with their muscular arms. The Vampire thrashes wildly,
screeching and snarling, twisting his body to get me back into his
line of vision. The Artico Guards lift him up and drag him to the
back of the class, knocking desks and chairs aside; ignoring his
guttural screams and preventing his futile attempts to break
free.

My heart hammers in my chest as my blood turns icy
cold, frosting my insides with a layer of fear. That was close.
To
o close. But it isn’t over
yet.

Several students are shifting in their
seats; their eyes already blood
crimson, while others are standing next to their overturned chairs
and desks. It is clear from their tense and stiff postures that
they are resisting the temptation to lunge at me, and are holding
back their true natures, while it screams at them to spring into
action. They are waging a mental battle with their carnal
desires.

They ignore the blood curdling snarls of their fellow
Vampire, who is now pinned up against the back wall, his arms and
legs held securely in place. He
tries to crane his neck around to get a better look at me,
like a drug addict trying to have one more glance at his stash of
crack before it is whisked away. One of the Artico Guards grabs the
Vampires head by the hair, and slams his face into the concrete,
silencing his snarls and cries for blood.

All other eyes are on me. No one else moves as
conflicting emotion’s clash in their minds, the two sides waging a
mental war with the other, while their inbred
instin
cts are telling them to
give into the monster within. I’m prey. I’m food. But, at the same
time, I’m untouchable.

My back hits the whiteboard and my heart beats
uncontrollably in my chest, threating
to burst from my body, and run out of the room before I get a
chance to.

“
I think it’s best if you leave,”
Mrs. Lake says. Her voice is strained
and her eyes flicker from my face and then to my pocket, where I
have my finger pressed up against my thigh.

I swallow hard. “I…yeah I should,” I manage
to say. I glance at my belongings across the room, ignoring
the cold unwavering stares locked on my face and pocket. It would
be suicide to walk past them to get my stuff.

“
The
Guards will drop your belongings off,” Mrs Lake snarls. Her fangs
jolt out, but are gone just as fast. “Sorry, but I really think you
should leave.” Her face goes motionless, but I know she’s
supressing the urge to lunge at me.

I take a
shallow breath and try to focus and clear my mind. I know I have to
get out of here right now. And with another deep breath, I begin to
walk casually towards the door.

Forty
four blood crimson eyes follow my movement as I amble away
from
them; forty four blood
crimson eyes suppress the hunger that is urging them to act now;
forty four blood crimson eyes betray the longing for just one drop
of my blood.

I glance at the far end of the class,
towards the Vampire pinned up against
the wall. He’s shaking as the others hold him securely, low
whimpers escape his throat. I feel my stomach twist as I realize
who it is, Alex. We did homework together just the other night in a
study group.

One of the Artico Guards
- Lucas - looks up and nods his head towards the
door, beckoning me to leave.

Several low hisses
cut through the silence, and I look back at Mrs.
Lake.

“
Jake. Please leave,” she says,
her lips pursed in a thin
line.

I don’t need telling twice.
I open the door, half expecting several bodies to
surge in my direction and bombard into me at once, before digging
into my flesh with sharp fangs and tearing through sinew and bone.
But none of that happens. Instead, I edge out of the class as forty
four hunger ridden eyes witness their prey escaping. I close the
door quietly behind me, and sprint down the corridor.

***

I press my finger tip harder against my thigh,
staunching the blood, in an atte
mpt to ebb the flow of scent I leave lingering in the air
behind me as I run down the corridors. I need to get out of here,
and fast.

I’m about to round
into the next corridor when I hear two voices up ahead. I
stop, retrace my footsteps, and press myself up against the wall,
not daring to move any further.

“
Yes, the test paper results are in. You’ll be
surprised at some of the scores.”
Mr. Duke’s voice flows down the corridor, cracked and high,
his French accent echoing off the walls.

“
Nothing surprises me anymore, Alfred.” The
second voice makes me hold my breath, and my heart beat begins to
race,
the pulse pounding in my
ears.

It’s the Cook.

I curse silently in my mind, chiding myself for
not
waiting for my Artico
Guards.

“
Can you smell that?” The snarl of the Cook makes
me flinch, and a long arc of drool sl
aps across the wall opposite me before trickling
along the paint, the saliva slimy and watery and dotted with specks
of blood.

The sound of
sniffing fills the air as they both pick up on my scent. Fear
coils around my insides and I slowly edge away just as their dark
shadows can be seen across the wall, sprinting in my direction on
all fours.

If I run, their primal instincts will take over:
they’ll hunt me. If I stay, they’ll probably lose control and kill
me. They can’t touch me I remind myself, so I stand still, holding
my breath, my pulse jittering,
as they appear around the bend.

Mr.
Duke looks
away with a growl when he sees me. “Jake, my dear boy Jake, leave.
Now.”

The Cook is visibly shaking as his fangs flash out,
the sharp edges jagged and pointy. He takes a heavy step towards me
as if it pains him to move. “It…is…best…if…you…leave.” His eyes
swirl in a pool of deep blood shot red, and his
pupil’s contract into slits. “We…don’t…want…any
accidents…do we?”

I shake my head as my heart pounds in my chest.
“I…I…was about to leave,” I sput
ter, taking several steps back.

The Cook just stares at me, unblinking, following my
progress with his demented eyes as
I walk backwards on shaky legs. I turn left and out of their
line of vision. I break into a run; my breathing is heavy as my
lungs pump adrenalin fuelled oxygen.

I know that I need to stop the blood flow from my
finger
, and wash off the blood
stains lining my pocket, before this situation gets out of control
or I stumble across someone who can’t control his or her
craving.

The
rest of the
corridors are empty. I pass classrooms, ducking under the glass
panels of the doors, moving as quietly as possible. Once clear of
them, I pick up my pace and head towards the staff toilets. I round
another bend and glance up ahead, at the doors marked ‘M’ and ‘F’.
I sprint up to the men’s bathroom, pressing my face against the
wooden door to listen for any noise within. After a moment, I open
the door and poke my head in. I look around just to make sure,
since the Vampires can be silent as shadows, but it seems clear. I
edge in and close the door behind me.