This week, use rain as the inspiration for your fiction or creative non-fiction piece. The word limit is 400. Don't forget to check out the other participants too.
I almost didn't get this week's prompt. By the time Thursday night rolled around, I was too tired to string sentences together. I didn't want to miss out though, so I went through my WIPs and found a scene from a story titled Half-Slayed that would work. It's a first draft and I'm not entirely sure if I'll pursue publishing this story. FYI, it has vampires but not ones like Tommy.
A soft shuffle made me draw my gun. I thumbed the safety off, sighting along the barrel. Stepping lightly, I moved towards the sound. A clatter filled the alley, metal trashcans clattering over. A shadow loomed above me, darker than the shadows of the alley. It opened its mouth wide and revealed long and pointed fangs. It lunged at me with lightening speed, a growl bouncing off the alley walls. I dove to the ground, tucking my head in and rolling.
The vampire swooped over me. Its claws raked along the back of my jacket. Evil eyes locked on me from where the vampire perched on the wall. I fired off two shots. It skittered up the wall like a spider and disappeared onto the rooftops.
Hissing a curse under my breath, I leapt onto a dumpster. Backing to the edge, I sprinted across and jumped, barely managing to hang onto the fire escape as my weight swung like a pendulum. I scrambled up the ladder and onto the roof. The vampire was at the far end. Yanking my gun free, I fired off four more rounds. Only three more shots before I had to reload.