Blood and Sex

Chapter Two - The Wreck of the Dat (several months later)

The 1975 dark green Datsun B210 hatchback with the white fender, slithered it’s way through the dense rain fall. It’s lone occupant squinted behind the front windshield, desperate to see something she recognized. Her right foot reflexively pushed down harder on the gas pedal, bring the car up to triple digits.

“Dammit” She raised her arm, wiping the build up of fog from the inside of the window in circular motion with the palm of her hand. “Stop fucking fogging up!”

She slammed the a/c lever to defrost, but knowing, that it wouldn’t do much good. The humidity of the air and the coolness of the rain was causing the inside of her windshield to fog up. A draw back of a much needed rain during the drought laden months of summertime in Texas.

*An almost brand new car, and already problems.*

She snorted at her miss-fortune, sending herself into drunken laughter once again. But she quickly stiffled them knowing that she shouldn’t have gone ahead with that one for the road the hostess had offered her. Silliness wouldn’t help at this exact moment.

She was lost. Taken a wrong turn after leaving her friend’s party an hour or so earlier. Then the rain had come. It was July in Texas, it wasn’t supposed to rain.

She glanced up, spotting a faded yellow sign, riddled with bullet holes, she turned her head, desperate to read what it’s words once said.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of white, an almost glowing white. Slowly she turned her head around, back to the front.

The form leaped from now where, out in front of her speeding car. She screamed, slamming on the brakes and cranking the steering wheel to the right.

At 100 mph the little car easily lost traction.

The car fish-tailed, missing the man by mere inches. The figure stood stock still, silently watching the now out of control vehicle as it flew by, a sly smile forming on his face.

The Datsun continued it’s side ways slide for several feet, pushing the standing water on the road out in front of it, like a wave pool. Hydroplaning easily.

The girl inside, still screaming, turned the wheel frantically from side to side. Mistaking the gas pedal for the brake, she spun the car completely around, 360 degrees, spinning it wildly out of control.

It’s back tires slipped of the side of the road and struck deep mud, which seemed to come alive, grabbing at the tires and holding tight. The sudden resistance flipped the hatchback violently into the air, completing, several roof to wheel flips, before it slammed back down upon it’s roof and continuing it’s sideways slide. It’s back bumper caught a hold of a tree, just barely clipping it but enough to spun the little car around half a complete turn once more before it came to a sudden, rocking stop. It’s wheels still rotated silently.

The figure casually strolled over to the over turned car. His stark greyish white hair plastered to his face, neck and shoulders from the rain. Kneeling beside the open hole where the shattered driver’s side window used to be, he peered inside at the motionless, heavily breathing girl.

Laying crumpled and bleeding against the roof, the she raised her head, reaching out a bloodied, scrapped hand towards the white figure before her. Her eye sight blurring with the blood as it gushed from the numerous cuts on her head.

She swallowed, trying to wet her now dry mouth. “Help...me...please.” Unconsciousness swarmed over her.

The pale man stood up, sharply, arms raised straight out from his body. He tilted his head backwards. His hoarse laughter filled the darkness, then it turned into a wild, primal scream of triumph.