Ride with a Stranger

by Christy McClure a Free Vampire Story

When the heel of her Jimmy Choo’s snapped off and her butt hit the wet pavement with an unceremonious thump, Kitty just knew this was going to be the most miserable night of her life. With a deep sigh she reached down and pulled off her shoes.

“Great, now I’m going to ruin my stocking as well as my shoes.”

If it wasn’t for that chronically immature jerk Jason she would be, at this moment, sitting in a nice warm car on her way home. Instead, Jason had pulled off the road and informed her that since he was the quarterback and they had been dating for a whole month now, she was obligated to put out. He hadn’t reacted well when she had erupted into convulsive laughter; sure he was making a joke. In hindsight he had a limited IQ and virtually no since of humor, so she probably should have known he wasn’t joking. She had still been laughing when he had reached across her and opened up the car door and told her to get out. “You know the drill. Put out or get out,” he had said. This had caused her to start laughing even harder and he had pushed her out of the passenger door. “You’re a real bitch,” he called as he swung the door closed and sped off spraying gravel behind him.

So here she was cold, alone, and now barefoot walking down a dark and deserted highway in the middle of the night. And now it was starting to rain.

“Crap, it’s going to take me all night to get home,” she muttered to herself as she stood and started walking down the road.

She hadn’t gotten far when she heard a car come roaring around a corner behind her. She turned and watched a ’68 Camaro with a jacked-up rear end and supped up engine come screeching to a halt next to her. The passenger side window rolled down and a smiling face called out to her. “Need a ride? It’s starting to rain pretty hard.”

She knew she shouldn’t get in a car with a strange man, but damned if she was going to hobble the fifteen miles home barefoot in the rain. “Yeah, I’d appreciate a ride. Where are you headed?”

“Nowhere in particular. I just like to drive at night. It’s kind of a hobby.”

“I’m going home. Could you drop me off at 733 Elm?” she asked as she climbed into the car.

“Sure, no problem.”

They hadn’t driven far when he turned the car off the highway and onto a gravel road. “Where are we going?” she asked, starting to get a little worried.

“Won’t take long,” he told her, “I just need to get a bite to eat. Haven’t had a chance yet tonight.”

“There’s no where down here to eat. It dead ends down by the river.”

“I know, but that’s ok; I can eat anywhere,” he assured her as he brought the car to a stop behind a stand of trees. He reached down and turned the car’s engine off and shrugged out of his black leather coat. He didn’t seem to care that she was fumbling around in her purse. “Honey, Mace or pepper spray won’t do you any good,” he chuckled as he turned towards her. She screamed when she saw his glowing red eyes and sharply pointed canine teeth. He only chuckled again as he reached for her, “Come here I’m starving.”

“I don’t think so, asshole,” she replied as she buried the wooden spike in his chest. “Pepper spray is for fools. I only carry stakes.”

His look of surprise didn’t last long as he exploded into a cloud of dust.

“Well, at least now I don’t have to walk home,” she said as she brushed the dust onto the car floor and slid over into the driver’s seat. “Always be prepared-my grandma Van Helsing used to say-always be prepared.”