The Girl on the Underground
By Luke Mepham

I got on the train from Watford Junction at a little past ten forty in the evening. There weren't a lot of people on there. A homeless man who was muttering to himself, a kid who had earphones bigger than his head bopping away to his music, which was so loud you wouldn't have thought he had earphones in at all and a little lady who had bags of shopping next to her knees fingering through the local newspaper. The train jerked along quite happily and it was easy enough to send you to sleep; ‘if only that fucking kid didn't have that music on so loud!' I thought.
We stopped at what the man on the intercom said was "brrrrr a brrrrr". When I looked outside I saw what he actually said was "Harrow & Wealdstone". Damn static noise.
I was starting to get bored as we had to stop at every stop before the one I wanted; Queen's Park to get to Bakerloo Station. I needed to get to Paddington. The kid and his music started to fade away as I started to close my eyes. That is until we got to North Wembley when the girl got on the train.
She came on with her long black hair, she had one hell of a figure, a lovely tan and extremely pretty features. Yeah like I was going to sleep now!
Of all the available seats there were, she chose to sit smack bang opposite me. She crossed her legs and let a flat dangle off the end of her foot. ‘Christ, could her skirt be any shorter? It may as well be a belt' I thought. She hadn't taken her eyes from her phone; her gorgeous brown eyes. I sat up straight and tried not to look.
"Excuse me"
I looked back at her to see her eyes meet mine.
"Does this train go to Bakerloo?" she asked.
"If you get off at Queen's Park then get on another train."
She looked at me, almost confused. I waved my hand up. "Oh not to worry that's where I'm heading anyway so if in doubt, follow me." I smiled to her and hoped she returned the expression. She kept her eyes on me for a couple of seconds and then smiled; a big toothy smile. She went back to slowly chewing her gum and looking at her phone. Occasionally I saw her looking at the kid with the loud music. I was starting to think she'd show him her breasts if only he was to shut up. But in all fairness I would've looked away. I'm not really a pervert. I'd blush myself to death if she did that. Instead the little shit got off at Wembley Central.
"Thank you!" said the hot woman. "Maybe we'll get some peace and quiet now."
‘I like you. I like you a lot.' I thought. I laughed and cracked a joke about how music is crap nowadays. She laughed and, I'm not quite if she did this or not but, it looked like she licked her top lip at me in a very seductive manner. Not that there was anything wrong with that, we're both roughly the same age, I'm single and I think I'm reasonably good looking. If I bought this beauty back home, my friends would love me forever. She's smoking hot! If she was in their lives, I'd get an awesome amount of respect. "My name's Thomas but you can call me Tom." All that went through my head just then was a little voice calling me an arsehole. ‘Why didn't you just say I'm Tom what's your name?' "I'm Victoria but you can call me Vix."
‘Vix, as in the nose clearer'
She nodded with that sexy smile.
"It's just a nickname I picked up in school. I like it so it stuck"
"It's pretty neat. It's better than Tom."
"I love that name"
If this was a cartoon then this would be the moment I'd pull my collar away and let the steam out. ‘I have to have this woman'.
Queen's Park was coming up on the horizon and so we got up at the same time. Being the gentleman I let her off the train first. We stood at the platform together until the next train came. When onboard we sat next to each other.
It wasn't busy on this train either. As soon as we went underground our ears popped. We laughed about it. This girl is perfect.
"So why are you going to Bakerloo?" I asked
"I'm going home. I just ended boyfriend. He was just an idiot. He slept with my best friend so I don't have anyone to talk to now."
‘PERFECT!' I yelled in my head. My face looked disappointed for her but as for what I felt inside was pure joy. Then it hit me. "I ended my boyfriend".
"Did you mean you ended things with your boyfriend?"
She turned to me dead seriously and looked me in the eye.
"No."
The hairs on my neck stood up. I also noticed that her left hand was in her pocket and hadn't left it since she first got on the train.
‘Does she have a weapon?' I started to worry for her.
"Come on you can't be serious."
She took her hand out of her pocket and showed me the bloody cuts that were on her palm.
"What's that from?"
"It's my own blood. I tried to kill him with a piece of glass from the mirror but instead just ran out."
"So you didn't kill him?"
She looked at me dead seriously then smiled.
"No silly. I'm not a murderer. I wanted to kill our relationship."
"I see".
The approaching station was Bakerloo. I worked up the courage to ask her that silly question.
"Do you want me to make sure you get home safe?"
She slowly nodded.
We got off the train and I followed her to the end of the platform. I looked around to see there were no security cameras around. I didn't know what she was up to.
She motioned for me to come towards her, so I did. She unzipped her top and leant in to kiss me. We kissed and it was great. She stopped kissing me and looked up at me.
‘I have to have you' I thought.
Her face had a slight smile showing but then it changed to shock and then horror. It was probably a shock to her that my fangs were quite long. I sank them into her jugular and began to drink away.
Her scream was silenced by the oncoming train that whooshed past us.
I draped my coat around her and carried her up past the gates. The security guard looked at me funny.
"It's okay, she's been drinking a lot" I smiled at him.
"You make sure she doesn't get a hangover, sir"
"I will. Goodnight."
I marched up the steps with her in my arms and found a dark alleyway. She started to come to when my wings started to rip through my t-shirt.
"It's okay" I said to her "We'll be home soon."
They were so grateful when I got home.