Raziel666
Double Ace
Registration Date: 06-26-2008
Posts: 146
Location: Caught in the Maelstrom
Race in game: Absorber
Clan: BOS & AOD
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Soz for the change in the chapter - The openner finally got the better of me and I have now changed it to something far more suitable to my writting style.
I hope you enjoy the new First Chapter - If you don't like it - then let me know.
If you prefer it - again let me know.
Chapter 1
The small illumination emanating from the lantern did little to break through the light fog slowly drifting in through the graveyard. Blaze looked back at the ratty mob he called his 'crew'. Four other people that answered to his advert to rid the world of the scum that he was now on the hunt for. He gripped a picture tightly in his left hand, he remembered handing one of these pictures to each of his crew. To come prepared was always the best way to deal with these creatures.
"Blaze?" A thin weedy looking man called out.
"What?" Blaze turned to face Samuel, his second in command if you could call him that. Samuel had worked with Blaze on a couple of missions in the past, usually on mutant hunts, but this hunt was special, it was a vampire they where hunting this time.
"How do you know where this guy is?"
"The one who posted the bounty says that tends to reside here, so keep you're wits about you and remember to keep that cross around your neck at all times, it will protect your from him."
Samuel nodded and gripped the silver crucifix tightly, almost praying for its protection.
He glanced around the graveyard, these places gave the frights, the dead should stay dead, Samuel feared them and from his fear brought forth a loathing and hatred - this wasn't natural, you where born, live then die and you don't come back.
He strained his neck to look at the top of the monstrous centuries old stone cathedral, this once belonged to a famous member of the clergy a man by the name of Artoir Van Twooh. It almost saddened Samuel to seen this church in such ruin, the west and south wings has completely collapsed, the stone masonry strewn about the place, the large chunks of rock slightly curved from the decades of wear. The east wing started to show the same degradation as the other two wings; only the north wing remained intact. The three hundred foot high twin spires hidden under the veil of dark cloud.
Samuel wiped the rain from his face and blinked, he could have sworn he saw the shadows move against the north face window.
Pushing it of to an overactive imagination, Samuel reminded himself how he wound up here in the first place.
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A slim woman stood in front of Blaze, he couldn't help eyeing her up, from her jet black dress to her blazing dark red hair. Thoughts danced around in his head. Things he would love to do to her. He knew she would love it, all the women he had the past did.
"So you know what I want you to do?" The woman spoke. Her voice carried an heir of authority.
"Yeah love, don't worry about us." Blaze turned his head to three other people standing behind him. They all nodded in agreement. He turned back to her. "These guy are a tough old bunch they help sort out your... your... what problem did you say you needed eradicating I couldn't remember."
"Vampire goes by the name Raziel. However you do not need be alarmed he is a young fledgling. Shouldn't cause you too many hassles."
"Ahh... Vampire, sorry I had in my head it was a succubine or a mutant from the wastelands. Oh then will be a walk in the park then. I've dealt with elder vampires before and came out without a scratch." Blaze was bluffing. He had never even seen a vampire. All he had learnt about them came from vampire handbook. But the money was irresistible.
"Good... Very good. So we agree on the price of fifty thousand logo."
"Yeah, but I need half upfront. We need equipment to deal with these matters. Nothing you need to worry yourself about young lady."
The woman gave a seductive glance. "I'm sure you do. Half now. Half when you return. With Raziel head on a spike."
"Done."
She threw him a wad of cash, more then Blaze had seen in his lifetime. He had to stay cool. He needed to keep the facade up.
"Samuel!" Blaze kept his gaze of the young lady in front of him. "Tell the men that the jobs on. Make sure you have the necessary equipment. This lady has contracted us to take care of a vampire. Nothing to hard to hassle."
Samuel knowing that Blaze was lying through his teeth played along. "Yes Sir." The fact that the 'men' where only a few feet behind him and heard everything didn't matter. What mattered is that Blaze was seen as being in total control.
As far as Blaze was concerned; this was a done deal and this lady would fall into his hands when this vampire's head was brought to him.
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His lips parted and he starred at his embracer, a young woman of no more the eighteen stood in front of him, her long jet black hair and alluring dark brown eyes where enticing. He soft white skin and ruby red lips enraptured him.
She opened her mouth to say something, however the loud music playing over the integrated stereo system was deafening. He couldn't understand her.
She brought her mouth to his ear. "Happy Birthday." And then walked off into the distance.
The young man thought to himself for a quick minute 'Who the hell was that. I'll find her later. She seemed cute enough.' The young man turned from the brown panelled dark corridor back into the living room of his parents’ mansion. They had disappeared for a few days and felt that this was the perfect time to get a few friends over for a drink.
All three hundred and eighty of them. Plus a few gatecrashers a few prostitutes and a few of the local girl models that where always up for a good time.
This wasn't the first party he had thrown nor would it be the last. He father more then happy paid for the parties. Even though he didn’t even know that they where being throw. Wonderful things company credit cards, gets you anything you need. Anytime you want.
"Hey dude, you gotta try this shit." He pushed a flat magazine over to him with a small amount of white powder lined on it. The young man looked at the one pushing the mag. His best mate Dave. He really was a best mate.
The young man snorted the powder through his nose and waited a second for the drug to kick in. His world went for a spin and he fell against down onto a nearby chair.
He looked at his best mate "Fuck me man, that’s good shit."
"The best. Anyhow your bout your present?"
"Fuck yeah."
His mate and walked out the room. A few seconds later he returned with two women dressed in Lingerie. The young man in the chair smiled. A blonde and a brunette. How did his mate know?
"Nice present. This isn't the first time I have two women before though."
"Oh just you wait, what ever you've had these two will blow your mind. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
The blonde straddled him with her thin frame and her fake breasts were pushed into his face. She slowly lowered them, making sure that he got to taste her delicate skin. She reached over on the side table and picked up a half bottle of Vodka. She poured a little into her mouth and them brought her lips to his. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and allowed the vodka to roll down his thought.
She pulled herself away from his lips and nibbled his earlobe for a minute before whispering to him the things she was going to do. The young man knew these where hookers. Not really his thing. He could bed any one of the female flavours here tonight. At the end of the day he invited them. These hookers however where professionals, not your on the corner variety. His mate would have paid at least thirty maybe even fourth thousand logo for this one night.
The young blonde stood up and wandered carelessly over to the brunette. The young man transfixed onto her arse as it gentle moved up and down with her walking. She turned and looked him straight in the eyes with a seductive, passionate look. The young man could move, those blazing blue eyes had entranced him.
The brunette seeing what the blonde was doing, strode up behind her and ran one of her hands over the blonde's ample fake breasts. The blonde closed her eyes as though her was enjoying being handled in this way. The brunette turned the blonde's head and kissed her intimately.
The young man could feel himself pulsating at the thought of tonight. His mate was right about one thing. He was defiantly going to enjoy tonight.
The brunette separated herself from the blonde and made her way over to the young man, her long fake tanned legs talking one slow step in front of the other. For the young man time slowed and the music subsided into gentle background noise. In reality nothing had changed.
She didn't straddle him like the blonde did. Instead she bent over from the hip, allowing the young man to see down her dark bra. She whispered into his eye. "You ready to have some fun tonight."
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The young girl looked him the mirror beside the bed; she was lucky that she couldn't see herself. Couldn't see the scarring and bruising from the man she had know for most of her life. A man she would have called her father. Now she was his pimp.
The young long shorthaired blonde girl closed her eyes and felt the moisture of a tear escape and run down her delicate face. She wanted to be anywhere but her, in this situation that was about to occur.
She felt the heavy breathing of a man she did not know. She could smell his breath. A disgusting putrid smell of alcohol and tobacco. He cheap aftershave he heavily applied. She felt his torn and jagged lips on her velvet skin, his rough tongue sliding down her fragile neck.
Another tear fell. Why did he put her in this hell? She had done nothing wrong. She could still feel the marks where his fist had landed when she first refused to play in this act. Still remembered the cane to her ribs for not calling her father. The kick to the chest for not remembering to thank him for the first to beatings for not remembering that she had to behave.
Another tear fell.
The man was foundling her in a very rough and harsh manner. His large hands pulling and pushing. She tried not to think about it. She looked in the mirror again. The man's face had one of those sick grins. His rough stubble showed that he hadn't shaved for a few days. The lines round his grey eyes showing his middle age.
She looked over to the grey suit jacket and trousers, folded neatly into a pile. His shirt hung tidily on the edge of the mirror obscuring the top left corner. His tie placed neatly over the top of the shirt. A pile of cash on the top of the dresser.
Her 'father' had made a point of telling her how much she was worth. How much someone like her could fetch. She was special and a rarity. Her going price for her inexperience, at least one hundred thousand logo. After tonight she would be worth a lot less. He auctioned her in front of at least fifty people all being for her as the price. She remembered his voice in her ear telling her to smile. She thought she did, but now she wasn't so sure.
There was nothing she could do; her mother was made to watch in the back corner. She saw her radiant blue eyes; similar to the one she had inherited fade and die. Tears and screams echoed through her mind. The pleads her mother called out. The fact that she would do anything to protect her most valuable asset. The young girl still heard her Mother's screeches and wails as she was led away to this bedroom with her winner.
The man in the mirror descended downwards. He whispered sick nothings in her ear. She felt a sharp pain and the bed start to squeak. She felt numb and at the same time sickened and violated. There was nothing she could do. She stopped fighting this man and let herself go limp, perhaps he would finish faster. Perhaps her would get bored and this tormented pain would stop. Perhaps after his was done with her he would show a little mercy and kill her. Put an end to what was to come.
He however showed none of this. The more tears that fell from the young girl the more he enjoyed what he was doing. The more she screamed the more it turned him on. He kept pushing on until with a loud gasp of breath he collapsed on her.
He pulled himself off the bed and looked at her beautiful features. He was won the auction and his prize was more then he could have ever desired. To his she was worth the one hundred and ninety one thousand logo he paid. He would never see her again. She was used. Damaged and no longer of interest. He pulled his clothes back on, threw nearly half the wad of cash on her and then walked out.
The young girl waited until she could near no one around and buried her head in the one and only pillow on the single bed and sobbed. She curled herself in a small ball and continued to rock back and forth. She wanted her Mother. Her strong grasp in her arms gently caring for her.
She finished crying and for once felt empty and alone. It was almost a part of her had died. She picked herself up off of the bed and looked down at where the atrocity had taken place. The white cotton sheets had been partially stained by blood and another substance, one the young girl did not want to know even though she did.
What did she do to deserve this? She had to pay her 'father' back for all the crimes her real father had committed again an organisation only know to her as The Black Hand. For all she knew, she would be her forever.
Her life ended. Her childhood stolen. Never again to see the light of day outside this house of hell. Her being to be vandalised for all eternity and it started four weeks before her sixteenth birthday.
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Samuel stood still looking at the darkness on the spire of the old English style church. He really could have sworn he saw something. He didn’t want to say anything though as it may alarm the others and make more confusion then anything else. He always believed that Blaze was indeed a vampire hunter or ghoul hunter or mutant hunter or really what ever kind of hunter you wanted really, his problem came though as the fact he would never let anything go.
Samuel cast his mind back to one of the first job he had done as a hunter. A man he never really got the chance to know gave him the brief history of the vampire hunter codex. A hand guide that gave you everything you needed to know about slaying vampires.
One of the biggest pieces of advice that Samuel was ever given was never lose your crucifix. It's you savour against these damned creatures. Always carry with you a veil of the holiest water blessed by a priest of the holy order. Keep your stakes sharp and make sure that when you strike; you strike with conviction.
The vampire race had been around for centuries and documents of mysterious happening have been noted thought the evolution of man.
Then came the third world war. A heavy nuclear war that tore the human race to pieces. The war itself killed nearly one billion people and the subsequent fallout and nuclear winters killed another three billion over a course of twenty-five years.
From then on the vampire races began to seize its control on the remaining world using their long accumulated knowledge and wealth to take control of some of the biggest corporations on the remaining planet. From these corporations they started to build cities using the previous metropolises as their base grounds.
Vampire hunter emerged should after this. A secret society that was determined to rid the world of the spans of Satan. The Vampiric race was a disease and they saw them self as the cure to the problem. Armed with some of the highest technological armoury stored at the Vatican in Rome, they set about their missions.
What they didn't consider was that one amongst them has already been turned and the vampire race where ready for the invasion. Within two years the Order of Sun had been vanquished.
Most people in the known world had no idea of either the vampire race; nor the impending army from the order of the sun. Most people enjoyed being under a rule of someone that was willing to rebuilt their hopes and futures.
The fact being that most of the Human race was now in one way or another was now enslaved by the vampire race and didn't even realise it allowed the vampires to keep wandering amongst them.
What the vampires didn't realise was the Order of the Sun pushed forth a book. The Sanguine Codex. The codex however has been lost now for nearly two hundred years. What came from it and passed down through the generations has come to be known as the vampire handbook. An all you need to know about the vampire race and how to kill one should you encounter one.
From this handbook and new breed of vampires emerged. These hunters where under the belief that Vampire where not natural. Spawns of Satan send to further the pain and suffering in the modern world.
What the vampires came to discover is that these so called vampire hunter where no better then the witch hunters that many came to know in the medieval times. Most of them had never even seen a vampire in their live didn't deter them from their goals. Vampire hunters tended to attack in pacts known as sects.
Using whatever weaponry they could get their hands on. Most of the time their victims where innocent humans or weak mutants that had wandered in from the wastelands looking for some scraps of food to eat.
Samuel looked back at the photograph of his intended victim. It was old and looked to have been copied a great number of times. The picture showed a tall man shadowed by a large trench coat. This facial image was blurred at best and nearly unrecognisable. Samuel swore after this job he would retire from this life and settle down. The amount of logo on offer would give him a good head start.
The ground in front of Samuel shattered sending dust and debris in all directions. He couldn't see anyone one of the others in the sect. Samuel strained his eyes. There was a figure. Tall with what looked to be a trench coat draped over his shoulders. The figure was huge. It was him. He wanted to call for help but no words came from his open mouth.
The figure lunched towards him with lightning speed. Samuel caught a quick flash of steel followed by a sharp pain and then nothing.
Blaze shouted out to the others. "What the fuck!"
One of the other two screamed, "Shit, what the fuck was that man. I fucking out of here keep you money I don't wanna die!"
The other stayed with Blaze. A young lad of seventeen by the name of Zack. Blaze turned to him
"Where the fuck is Samuel?"
The dust started to settle and Zack could see Samuel standing in front of him, his eyes wide open. A thing red line running down the front of his face.
Zack quickly walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man you ok. That was pretty fucked up eh? Scarred the living shit out of me."
Zack then realised how bad the situation had become. The line down Samuel’s face started to ooze a crimson substance. Blood. The wound running vertically started to open. Zack looked in horror as one half of Samuel’s body started to slide away from the other. Blood freely flowing exposing the brain, internal organs, bone and sinew.
Samuel collapsed to the floor. Zack placed his hand over his mouth to stop himself from throwing up. Blaze called out.
"Hey hurried the fuck up you two. What is this a love parade?"
Zack heard him and opened his mouth to speak. All that came out was vomit. He quickly turned toward the entrance and ran out as fast as his legs would carry him.
Blaze watched, as his team had deserted him. "Fucking bunch of losers. A small amount of debris and they fall to pieces." He shouted out to Samuel and was responded with silence.
Blaze walked over to where the supposed debris had fallen. He saw his old comrade on the floor in a pool of his own blood. Blaze closed his eyes and said a quick prayer and then kissed his crucifix.
"Samuel you poor basterd. I always told you to be careful. Looks like it got the better of you. Sorry my friend. I'll make sure I avenge you and buy you a little plaque.
Blaze turned towards the exit of the graveyard at the other end of the church. There was one way in and another way out. He looked up to the night sky. It was heavily clouded and Blaze started to feel the first droplets of water. The light spatters soon turned to a near torrential down pour.
"Oh just fucking great. I knew this was going to be a shit night. Well I best keep looking for something. There's no vampire here hell probably never was. Seems that young lady was chasing ghosts. Maybe he would at least give hi a hot bath and a bed for the night. Preferably with her in it.
He smiled to himself. Almost happy with the fact that he had gotten away with a free job. His pleasure soon turned to horror as a slim metal blade slid under his neck.
A smooth calm voice spoke to him. "Careful what you say round here. You never know who's listening."
Blaze had found his target. More to the point the target found him. Seemed this wasn't the simple vampire that he was led to believe. He needed to thing fast.
"Foul creature of hell. I am a member of the holy order of the sun. You are demanded by God himself that you return to the ground where you hence came."
The figure reached into the Blaze's pocket and found the photograph of him. Curiosity peaked him. "Where did you get this?"
Blaze really didn’t care who he dropped into it. His life was on the line and that took precedence. "Some broad down the local. Damn pretty lass with fiery red hair. She was offering good money to take some simple vampire out."
"What local?"
"Eh?"
"You heard me. Where can I find her?"
" The Axe and Cleaver. It's a little tavern down the black cat alley. She posted an advert for a vampire hunter and their sect."
Thoughts crossed this vampire's mind. He had a good feeling who had set him up. The question was why? He would find out later after he helped the world from another fanatical.
Blaze could almost sense the hesitation. This was not his chance to strike. He reached into his trouser pocket and produced a small flick knife. Opening the blade he spun the knife round and rammed it into his capturers stomach. His opponent whinst in pain.
The vampire hunter took advantage of the surprised vampire and spun a round house into his face. Blood flew from his attackers face. This was followed up with a boot to the mid section that doubled the vampire over.
Blaze pulled he knee into the wound he caused to his perpetrator and threw him onto the floor. Opening his jacket he produced a large wooden stake. He knelt next to the Vampire.
"There was one thing she did say that you had grandeurs that you where actually an angel. Now that’s pretty fucked up. Also she asked me to give you a message. Something along the line of blood wishes and metal kisses. Don’t really have any idea what she meant." He raised the stake above his head. "Anyhow time to die. " And brought the stake onto the Vampire's chest.
The vampire let out a quick howl and lay motionless. Blaze stood up and gave the creature slain by his own hands another kick for good measure. "Cock sucking piece of shit. I banish you to the hell you came from."
Once again he turned for the exit. Thoughts passed his mind 'I wonder what extra reward I'll receive for this. She had better out herself out for this. I don’t put my life on the line for nothing.'
Blaze then remembered that she wanted the head of this vampire. 'Damn it' crossed his mind. He would have to go back and retrieve it. No great hassle it has only just left it. He turned around and was surprised to be greeted with a hand around his neck.
There was no emotion on the mans face. The spun Blaze round in a three hundred and sixty degree circle and released him. He sailed in the air and impacted a large Oak tree more then thirty feet away.
Blood ran down Blaze's face from a gash in the top of his head. It stung his eye and the blood flowed through it running down it cheek and passed his dry lips. He saw the figure in his full height of six foot four inches walking towards him.
Panic spread though Blaze. He grabbed his crucifix and held it in front of him. He repeated the same words over and over again. " You're dead. You're fucking dead."
The quiet man lifted the other man by the throat and lifted him of the ground, legs dangling in the air, this time it was the quiet man smiling, a soft, sickening smile, his eyes red with fury. “I am dead.”
The other man gasping for air chocked “Who are you?”
The quiet man placed the other person back on his feet. “ I am nobody and everybody, I am the saviour, I am your brightest fear and your darkest hope. I am the absolution to all eternity.”
He started straight into the other mans eyes and saw the fear “My name is Raziel and I am an Angel.” With that he spun the mans neck a full one hundred eighty degrees. The man fell down dead.
Raziel looked down at the lifeless body “I am an Angel of Death and I have now shown you peace to the end of you pitiful existence.”
Raziel turned, his coat spun in the air behind him and he walked into the distance and disappeared into the murky blackness.
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TIME TO LOST SOME WEIGHT - I WANT MY MITSI !!!
This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by Raziel666: 08-25-2009 23:00.
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Raziel666
Double Ace
Registration Date: 06-26-2008
Posts: 146
Location: Caught in the Maelstrom
Race in game: Absorber
Clan: BOS & AOD
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The rest of Chapter 1
“at 2 o’clock in the morning”
“I, I couldn’t sleep, insomniac”
The quiet man, using his hand that was free, reached for the piece of paper the Vampire hunter was carrying, he looked at it, there were no words, just a picture – a picture of him
“Where did you get this?” again the question was soft, no anger, no fury or malice, just soft
“Some broad, no idea who she is though”
“Where?”
“What?”
“Where in town”
“The Axe and Cleaver, it’s a pub down Blackcat alley, said I would find a very special vampire here, one who thinks he’s an angel” he smiled briefly “pretty silly don’t you think, she must have been high, yeh, that was it, high as a kite”
“Really? Was that all?”
“No, there was something else” the smile return
the man reached into his coat pocket and produced a knife, held backwards in is hand, he plunged it deep into the quiet mans stomach , the shock caught him off balance and the vampire hunted pulled himself free of the grasp.
“Cock sucking little shit” he kicked the quiet man in the head, and then repeated he same kick “Fucking worthless piece of shit” Another kick, this time to the chest “Stupid Fucking mutant, think you can push me around”
The quiet man just laid there
The other man knelt down next to him “yeh, there was something else she ask me to tell you” he brandished a wooden stake “she said blood kisses and metal wishes” he was smiling again “pretty fucked up if you ask me, ta ta, time for you to die” with that he brought the stake down on to his chest, straight into the heart, the quiet man let out a yell and then when silent. The man kicked him
“Bloody vampires, you will all burn in hell” and he turn around and walled away.
‘who was that woman’ he thought to himself ‘hell, I’ll let her know the jobs been done, hey perhaps I might get a special reward’ he chuckled to himself
Just then a hand rapped round his neck and threw him about 100 feet into a large oak tree
Dazed, he look through the blood that was flowing freely over his eyes, he muttered “it can’t be, it fucking be, your dead”
There in front of him, was the quiet man, the stake still protruding out of his body, he placed his hand on the stake and with one twist, yanked it out. The quiet man looked at the stake for a minute and then threw it on the ground.
The other man was still muttering “Your fucking dead, you are suppose to be fucking dead”
The quiet man lifted the other man by the throat and lifted him of the ground, legs dangling in the air, this time it was the quiet man smiling, a soft, sickening smile, his eyes red with fury, “I am dead”
The other man gasping for air chocked “who are you?”
The quiet man placed the other person back on his feet “ I am nobody and everybody, I am the saviour, I am your fear and your darkest hope, I am the absolution.” He started straight into the other mans eyes and saw the fear “My name is Raziel and I am an Angel” and with that he spun the mans neck a full one hundred eighty degrees – the man fell down – dead
Raziel looked down at the lifeless body “ and I am an Angel of Death and I have now shown you peace to the end of you pitiful existence”
Raziel turned, his coat spun in the air behind him and he walked into the distance and disappeared into the murky blackness.
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TIME TO LOST SOME WEIGHT - I WANT MY MITSI !!!
This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by Raziel666: 06-27-2008 16:46.
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Raziel666
Double Ace
Registration Date: 06-26-2008
Posts: 146
Location: Caught in the Maelstrom
Race in game: Absorber
Clan: BOS & AOD
Thread Starter
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Chapter 2
Chapter 2.
“Boys, Boys, Boys” a small smile passed her lips “did you find him?”
“Yeh, we found him all right, you said nothing about him being 12 feet tall and able to rip people to shreds is one strike you didn’t, he killed Samuel he did, one hit, there was a lot of smoke, stuff flying in the air and the next thing I know, he torn to pieces poor sod, fuck that we said and ran for our lives, only Blaze stayed behind to fight it and well I think he’s dead too you know, must be, you never told us we were trying to kill a monster, love– you said it was a little vampire.”
Her smile disappeared and a gleam appeared in her eye “he is only a small pathetic little vampire, why can’t I find any decent help these days” she let a large breathe expel from her body “fine – where’s the money I gave you?”
The man looked at the floor and gulped “umm, we don’t ‘ave it”
“WHAT!!! – I gave you 25,000 logo, now where is it!!” her face had turn the same deep scarlet as her shoulder length hair.
“Blaze had it, he had all of it, insisted you know”
The woman calmed down and the smile returned on her face, she smirked “I’ll bet Raziel is having the time of his life right now” she commented under her breath. She flicked her red hair around from one shoulder to the other revealing her pale almost white skin “Nevermind, plenty more where that came from”
“If you don’t mind me askin, why do you want him dead?”
“That’s none of your business and you would do well to keep quiet before I rip out your tongue and make you eat it” the smile had become crooked, almost sinister “ lets just say there is … “she paused, searching for the right word “… history”
“oh I see, you like your and ‘im were like, having it off, like, so I guess he you know, broke your…” his sentence was cut short by a hand around his neck and with unbelievable strength and pushed him down to his knees, she brought her face directly I front of his “you dare finish that sentence and I promise you, you will not see the sun rise this morning, am I clear” she snarled
“ I’m sorry miss, I’m really sorry” the man choked
she threw him to the ground.
A voice in the background piped up “Excuse me miss, there any problems, if there are, then please take it outside, I run a good establishment here and I don’t need it ruined”
The woman didn’t even respond, she just threw a bag of Logo at the barman and walked towards the exit, as she reached the door, she turned allowing her long black dress to dance around her “Remember what I said, another word and your dead.” She opened the door and walked out, not a word was said until the ‘slam’ “Crazy fucking bitch” the man exclaimed, the bar tender just nodded and carried about his business.
The woman carried walking down the road, deep in thought ‘why, why when you name pops up my world once again unravels, I’m sure its no big secret that your darkness enthralled me, still does if I’m honest with myself and oh god, do I hate you for it, I would like nothing more then to place a 45 to your chest and pull the trigger’ she could feel the anger once again build up inside her, that fire of hatred and loathing, her breathing was heavier, her chest getting higher and higher with every breathe she took “Fuck it!!!” she blasted, a few bystanders looked at her and continued walking.
Still deep in thought, she looked up ‘did some just call for me’ she thought, shaking her head, she kept walking
“Maiden!!!” someone was calling her but who, she looked around, didn’t take long though in the distance she saw someone waving and running towards her, Maiden smiled ‘elfinlied’ she thought to herself. The woman ran up to Maiden and rapped her arms around her giving her a great big kiss on the cheek, nobody would have imagined that these two were good friends, where Maiden was prim, proper and elegant and generally stood out due to her classiness, Elfinlied stood out with her wild spiked hair made up of blues, reds, greens, purples, and oranges, people might have got the impression that a rainbow shun out of her head, her clothes were no different, apart from the canvas trainers in which one shoe was blue and the other pink, her slashed skin tight trousers were chequered with a barrage of colour, she had a skimpy blazing pink top which only just covered her small breasts, contrasting against her very white skin which was very much on display and overtop of that was a sunshine yellow jacket which stopped just above the waist – people could not stop staring at her.
“Hello Elfinlied, you seem happy today, any reason”
“Nope, just because I am, you should try it some time, get you out of those moody blues you keep having”
“Who said I’m blue” Maiden replied with a slightly contemptuous air about her
“Who said I’m blue? You did silly, I mean just look at your face walking down the road and then that outburst, Whoa, lets just say, I’m glad I’m a friend”
“Oh you heard that then”
“I think the questions should have been, who didn’t hear it, its him again isn’t it, everytime that name is mention you get all uptight and grumpy, forget him, be happy!”
A half hearted smile passed Maidens lips “I envy you sometimes, and I loathe at others, you’re just too bloody happy”
“Did you want me to be miserable, I can walk around shoulder hunched, sad face, dragging my feet, world on my shoulder type think, look” Elfinlied did her best to look as miserable as possible – for about 3 seconds, then the smile returned
“See for at least 3 seconds I was blue, down and out, in the dumps…”
“Ok, Ok, I get the picture, I’m a miserable bitch, got it”
“Only when you think of him, most of the time you happy and enjoying yourself”
“Him…” she paused to reflect upon him name “Why? How? I really don’t know”
Elfinlied had her arms behind her back and was swinging side to side, a massive smile on her face “I know, I know and so do you”
“Don’t even imply it” Maiden said with a small smile on her face
“Oh my god, can it be, no it can’t be, wait…wait… I think it is… I don’t believe it – a smile!!!” Elfinlied jumped up and punched the air “See!!! I knew you could do it”
“Oh shut up” she laughed, it was too late for Maiden who now had a beaming smile to accentuate her thin figure.
The two turned off the main street and headed for the boardwalk, which was in the eastern section of the city, it was usually quieter in the early hours of the morning, although usually New Los Angeles never really slept, the bright lights of the city shown 24 hours a day, breaking the night sky.
The city was divided into 4 sections, North, East, South and West with the Main street running the entire length of North/South sector, this was the street, where all the shops were, clothes, guns, knives, armour, they where there if you were licensed to use them, you also had the pubs and clubs, Techno-Punk Metal being the new ‘in thing’ everybody listen to it, although some described it as screaming cats, and banging garbage cans. The was also the new brothel, you wanted to meet your wildest fantasy, you came here, slut and whores mainly, but there was also the down and out, the young mother trying feed her staving family and if you were a woman with no place to go – you came here, jacked yourself on crystal meth and forgot the reasons why you wanted to live in the first place.
Next stop - Western New Los Angeles – oh whoopee, welcome to your biggest nightmare, or your best dream, depending how you looked at. The Governor of the city once described the eastern sector as the diseased arm of a beautiful lady, this was gang land, china town and mafia all rolled into one, home to scum, mutants and low life, however, if you knew the right people, you could have someone disappear for ever and no on would dare say a word, the place constantly reeked of sewage, garbage, blood and shit, the Black market was ripe, want a Uzi with auto reload and laser sight – no worries, if you got the money. Always in perpetual darkness, the west sector, Gregor, the overseer of the west sector once said that the sun it’s self was scared to show it’s light, well that was until Gregor met his untimely death ‘jumping’ off a building, soon replaced next day by Vladivar the unholy, then it was Skag the day after that, well half a day anyway, Skag managed to met the 10.15 bus – at 12.45.
Then there was the east sector, this was the nicer end of town, where the rich and famous lived, the street where clean, the people cleaner and managed to live with a roof over their heads – literally. The boardwalk was seen as the highlight attraction, right next to the water, with the murky brown waves crashing against the sand, supposedly the most romantic spot, many a couple where found hand in hand down the boardwalk, anyhow, nothing ever happens here and people have described as plain and boring.
Maiden and Elfinlied arrived at the boardwalk and slowly started walking down
“Why did I let you bring me here?” the disgust was clearly evident
“What? Is so lovely here, don’t you think, young people just walking around, holding hands, so in love” Elfinlied’s smile was as bright as ever.
Maiden lent over the railing and looked down at the murky waters “I think I’m going be sick”
“Oh god, was it something you ate, drank, you gonna be ok?”
“No its was something you said” with that Maiden started walking on ahead
“Hey!!! That’s mean, you big meanie!!”
Maiden smiled softly to herself and thought ‘hopefully that will shut her up for a few minutes at least’
Maiden had nothing against people in love and all that mushy crap, it was just that is was all too much at the minute, she looked up at the sky, the stars where obscured by the radiating glow of the city lights, she closed her eyes and let the gentle wind blow slowly though her hair.
That name returned, the one she so desperately avoided, the one to cause her fury to burn and made her blood boil, she felt a shiver down her spine, a tingling sensation, an ecstasy and a certain feeling that she would never admit to anybody – all because of a name.
A whisper passed her ears again “Your thinking of him again, aren’t you?”
Maiden slowly opened her eyes and turned around to look at her friend, she sighed “Yeah, I am, I can’t get him out of my head and I hate it, I really, really hate it.” The expression on her face was one of sadness, Elfinlied look at her, slightly surprised, she had seen her friend in all sorts of moods, but never this one “Hey, hey, hey, no need to look blue, hey come on, lets get you out of here, I know lets go for Ice cream, that always cheers me up”
A small smile returned, “I just tried to have him killed” a slight chuckled struck her “hired a group of vampire hunters to kill him”
Elfinlied just stood there, unknown what to say, many things passed her mind, but not one felt like the right thing to say
“Funny thing is Elfinlied, they failed, He killed two of them, the rest ran, I lost some money, not much, but some, it was almost like he knew, he knew I would try to come for him.”
“But you didn’t, you sent someone else to do what you should have, could you have killed him yourself?”
The question bit through Maiden worst then a steel blade through the heart “Yeah, of course I would have, no question about it” there was a slight hesitate in it, if Elfinlied realised, then she didn’t say anything
“Whoa, I see girl, now I want to know, what did he do, what ever it is, it must have been bad?”
“Some things are better left unanswered, perhaps in time I will tell you…” Maiden paused “Elfinlied?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think I’m a bad person?”
“Hell no, your wonderful not to mention beautiful and elegant and…” Elfinlied paused
“What is it?” Maiden question with a puzzled look on her face
“Well, sometimes, I wish I could be more like you.”
“Thanks, that’s really sweet, but believe me, you do not want to be me at the minute” Maiden again looked up “I don’t feel like a good person, I though if I get rid of what is bothering me, it would go away, and it hasn’t, in fact if anything, its even worse, arrrggghhh!!! What do I do???”
Elfinlied still stayed quiet, she knew there was nothing she could say to help
“Tell me my friend” Maiden had re-lowered her gaze back to Elfinlied “What do I do?”
“I don’t know” Elfinlied tone was quiet, soft, not something she was accustom to, she looked down at her duel coloured trainers for a minute and looked back up to her friend and stood there shocked, She saw something in Maiden she had never seen, fear, but why? Was it fear of the unknown, fear that she was losing her mind or fear of him, she knew one thing though, she had to help her friend before he caused her to go mad and there was only one thing she could do
“I’ve got it, Maiden, I’ve got it, then answer to your problem”
“What is then” she dejectedly responded
“Lets go find him, eh?”
“What, are you mad girl”
“No, you said the only way you will feel happy is it you kill him personally”
“You said that, not me”
“But you implied it, now come on, lets go find him
The smile return “yeah, let, I have a few things I need to say” Maiden pulled the slit in her skit to one side to reveal a magnificent 2 bladed dagger strapped to her leg.
“Yin?” replied Elfinlied
“Yeah and yang is strapped to my other leg, I want to show him the same kindness he showed me”
“Ohhh, yeah, lets go, come on lets go” Maiden’s arms was being pulled down the boardwalk.
“Let go, I’m coming” Maiden though to herself ‘am I a bad girl, oh I certainly hope so, but can I kill you, I just don’t know if I can’
Maiden and Elfinlied walked to the end of the boardwalk, turned left and walked back into the city.
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Raziel666
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Chapter 3
‘Squeak, squeak, squeak’, the transmission belt was playing up again ‘Bollocks’ thought Flash ‘I just had this damned thing fixed’ he ran his fingers through his short, black scruffy hair “I hate you, you piece of shit!” although screaming at the pick-up wasn’t really going to fix it, it helped to calm the nerves.
Flash had just driven in from Arkansaw, well what was left of it anyways, burned out buildings, turned over flaming cars, gangs, rapes, gang rapes, it was all just a days holiday there. Well it was everyday life for Flash, he gripped the steering wheel with his strong muscular arms and followed the freeway into New Los Angeles.
He blinked, within that blink he recalled what caused his final departure from that cursed place.
The sum beamed down, what a rarity that was, Flash should feel the cold heat on his face, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be bathed in the light, a slender hand gripped him round the shoulder “What you thinking about?” the voice was soft, gentle, loving
Flash chuckled “Oh, nothing”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Yeah, it’s nothing baby.”
“O.k. if you say so”
Flash turned to face turned to face her, she had a slender face and pale tanned skin, her dark brown hair waived over one of her eyes, flowing down just past her shoulders, she wore short red dress that stopped at the knee and accentuated her slim figure.
Flash smiled “Have I told you how lucky I am to have you?”
“Not today, honey, but you tell me everyday how lucky you are to have me” she smiled, a smile that always warmed his heart.
“I know, I know, I can’t help it, I’m just the luckiest man on earth, that’s all” Flash returned her smile with one of his own.
“Honey?”
“Yeah baby?”
“You coming in for hotdogs, made them fresh.”
“Yeah!” came the reply
Flash strolled into the house, it wasn’t much, but it was home, the 2-bed single story bungalow was shadowed by the 2 4-story townhouses either side it, why it was there no one knew, the bars on the windows protected them from harm not to mention the sawn-off Flash concealed by the bed. He stood in the dark hallway, took a deep intake of breath through his nose and admired the smells coming from the kitchen, he smiled again, Hotdogs, his favourite, he liked them with a little burger relish, bit of French mustard and smothered in fried onions and ketchup, Flash’s belly rumbled ‘She had better have those thing ready, man I hungry’ he though to himself.
Continuing up the hallway, trampling his muddy boots into the dark red patterned carpet, he turned left and walked into the kitchen and there it was, a sight nearly as beautiful and the one holding it, a plate full of hotdogs, all of them dripping with ketchup, fried onions flowing over the side and a little bit of relish and mustard – heaven. Flash sat a small round in the kitchen; it was only just big enough for the two of them to sit at. Flash picked up the hotdog and admired it, that work of beauty, he could feel his tongue salivating at the thought of taking the first bite.
His partner looked at him with a smile “You gonna eat it, or marry it?”
Flash chuckled “I don’t know, perhaps I’ll just have an affair with it first, you know, see how it goes”
Flash got punched in the arm, it wasn’t a hard punch, more of a knock and they both started laughing hysterically. Once they both managed to calm down, Flash returned his attention to the hotdogs, realising that one was still in his hand, he opened his mouth a took a large bit out of hit. Ketchup and onions dribbled everywhere, down his hands, arms, shirt, trousers, just everywhere, but he didn’t care and nor did she, this was every Sunday ritual and it always left a mess to clean. She shook her head and thought to herself how much of a big kid he really was and she really didn’t mind one bit.
After the final dog disappeared down Flash’s mouth, she looked at him and the mess he had left, Ketchup and onions had littered the table and his clothes.
“Get up get to the bedroom and get yourself cleaned up you!” This was not so much of a request more of a demand and he couldn’t and wouldn’t argue with her, he knew he would lose, as petit as she was, she has a temper like fire.
Flash quickly ran out the kitchen, back down the hallway and made a left into the bedroom that was in the front of the house. She followed him in and started unbuttoning his shirt, eventually pulling it off, revealing his massive muscle structure
“Now the Jeans – god your hopeless can’t even eat a hotdog without making a mess!”
The jeans where pulled off and thrown again then wall, they impacted with a quiet thud
Flash just stood there in his black socks and cotton black boxers
“Hunny, umm, care to close the curtains first” Flash was having a little moment of self conscience and feeling a little embarrassed standing in a room with a window that faced the busy main street.
“What? I can’t believe you turning red, look at you, what the hell have you got to be embarrassed about?!”
“I don’t know, I just am, I can’t help it” The response wasn’t so much of a statement but more of a plea
“Fine” She smiled at him walked over to the window and closed the curtains.
“Happy Now?”
She turned around to find Flash standing right in front of her “Yeah!” the look in his eyes was penetrating, he picked her up, arm under the legs, the other supporting the shoulders and threw her on the bed. She looked at him with a smile, however this was not a smile of happiness, no, this was a seductive smile, she got up on her knees and motioned him over with a finger. Flash walked over the edge of the bed and she shuffle on the bed to met him. She put her arms round his neck and brought her face over to met he, their cheeks touched, she slowly rolled her face over so she could whisper in his ear
“God I love hotdog days” She pulled her head away and that seductive smile returned, she broke her hold round Flash’s neck and slowly ran her long red nails down his hairy chest, she looked into his eyes, wrapped her arms around his chest, locked them together and with one big tug, pulled him onto the bed and straight on top of her.
Flash awoke that night, hot, sweaty and breathless, he opened his eyes and rubbed them to remove any sleep he just kept thinking to himself that it was only a dream, it was only a dream.
“Honey, what wrong” that sweet familiar voice running through him like a choir of angels and he smiled to himself ‘what a crazy dream’. Although the light was dim he could still make out shapes, he felt cold and wet, must have been the nightmare, it happened before, that waking in cold sweet, the feeling of pure terror, a terror that you can do nothing about, a terror of the soul. Flash let his breathing slow, he wiped the liquid off his face and wiped his hands down his chest, covering one hand over his eyes, he went for the lamp switch
“I just gonna turn on the light, cover you eyes”
“O.k. thanks for the warning”
Flash pushed the switch and took his hands away from his eyes. He paused. Then jumped out of the bed screaming, there was blood everywhere, on the walls, the curtains, the floor, he looked at himself, his hands were covered in the thick, gooey red substance, so were is arms and chest, he quickly glanced up in the mirror on the other side of the bed, his face, it was, covered, it was covered in blood, so much blood.
“Honey, what are you screaming at” That angelic voice, so soft, so sweet, there was no panic, no terror, he brought his eyes round to her and froze, he open his mouth to scream, but nothing came out, her face, it was covered in blood, her blood, it was oozing from her nose, mouth, ears, her eyes, oh god her eyes, they weren’t there just sockets and blood freely running from them, her left cheek bone was smashed in, when she open her mouth, most of her teeth has been torn out, blood ran from her ruby lips and there was a hole, a hole in the middle of her forehead, a bullet hole. Flash looked at her in disbelief awe and terror, there was the love of his life now staring at him
“Honey, what’s wrong” The voice now wavered, scared, Flash just continued to stare at her, however something wasn’t right, he could fell something in his hand, he was… holding something slowly he brought his gaze down to his right hand, there was something there, black with a handle, but his vision was blurred, he couldn’t make it out; he slowly raised his hand, just ever so slightly and concentrated hard, the blurriness started to subside he could see the item more clearly, it had a handle, a handle his hand was wrapped around, there was a long cylindrical metallic piece attached to the handle, it was cold, hard, then there was… Flash’s heart missed a beat, there was a half moon piece between the two and his finger was on it, Flash swallowed, however, there was nothing to swallow, is mouth was as dry as a bone, he knew what this was, it’s was a gun, a berretta to be exact, he had one of these under the pillow, next to the sawn off, he brought himself to look back at his love, he stared directly at the hole in her forehead, it was a bullet hole, a bullet hole made by this gun, then gun that he was now holding, he finger still over the trigger, the trigger he pulled. He dropped the gun, it was like slow motion as it fell towards the floor, it hit the ground and the noise was deafening.
That angelic voice was still there, but there was concern “All you alright, please stop it your scarring me”
Flash looked at her with pleading eyes, the white sheets now stained a deep maroon colour ‘ this can’t be he thought to himself.
“Please let me help you, Please!” There was genuine concern from her bashed in, blood stained mouth.
Flash looked down at the floor, the gun, no that won’t do it, the sawn off, ‘yes’ he thought, he walked over to the top of the bed and next to his pillows, her final resting piece. Flash picked up the sawn off and brought it up and pointed it at her
“Honey, what are doing” She was scared, terrified, blood ran down out from the side of her eye socket and ran down her face, like she was crying
“Please, I beg you don’t do it, what ever I’ve done, I sorry, Please baby, honey, please” She choked on sobs, blood now freely fell from both eye sockets
Flash looked at her “I’m sorry” and pulled the trigger.
Flash Screamed, a high pitched terrifying scream and bolted up right in the bed, a light came on next to him
“Honey, you o.k?”
Flash turned to his head to face the sound, it was her, she was alive and in one piece, eyes, nose, cheeks, it was all a dream, a horrific nightmare. He grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her in a strong embrace.
“It was a nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare”
She returned the embrace with one of her own soft, loving hugs, she ran her fingers through his hair, like you would a child “it’s ok, it was just a dream, just a dream”
Flash broke the embrace and just stared at her, he could take his eyes off her and that image came back in his head, her, beaten and broken, blood soaked and stained, he shook his head
“Honey, What’s wrong?”
He looked up at her, a shocked look on his face, he has been here before, he quickly ran his hands under the pillow and looked for the Berretta, it was still there – he grabbed hold of it and through it across the room, it hit the wall with a load bang.
“What the hell was that for” She screamed at him
“Sorry baby, it was a really bad nightmare”
She stared at him, confused, concerned
“You sure your ok?”
“Yeah, Promise, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” He reached over and kissed her in the centre of the forehead, he wiped his face which was coved in sweat.
Flash rolled out of bed and headed out the door, straight across from the bedroom was the bathroom, he crossed the hall walked in, turning toward the basin, Flash turned the cold tap on and let the water flow for a couple of second, he bent over, placed his hands under the water and splashed his face, the water felt refreshing, cooling, he washed the sweat from his face, turned the tap off and reached for the hand towel, it wasn’t there. ‘damn it’ he thought she must have done the washing. Flash shook his hands and then wiped his face and paused, there was silence, he shook his head, he could have swore he just heard something, he paused again, nothing, Flash chuckled, ‘that nightmare really shook me up’ he thought
Then it happened. That scream, high pitched and female, Flash recognised immediately – it was her, he ran across out the bathroom, across the hall and into the bedroom and there she was, in her nightgown, pinned up against the wall by one hand by a female, her long jet black hair covered most of the leather jacket she was wearing, his partners legs dangling helplessly by the slashed black trousers the unwanted guest wore. She turned and face Flash, her dark lips and purple eyes looking directly into his, she had a sharp narrow face and strong cheekbones.
“So you’re her saviour, are you?” Her voice was quiet, calm, disturbing.
“Let her go, please, whatever you want take it, you want money, I have some, just let her go, please”
“Let her go” She cackled, a wicked, terrifying cackle “Let her go, fine, but I want something first”
“Whatever it is you can have it, take it”
“I want… you” Flash stool there stunned “Yes, you will do” you comment was a demand, not a request
The choked muffed broke the conversation “NO, he’s mine leave him alone”
“Ahh, a woman with fire – tell me do you really love this man”
“Yes, with all my heart”
“Good” that word was like ice as it came out of her mouth
“What do you want with us anyway, we haven’t done anything, please just let us be”
“Oh, it’s not your fault, well, yes it actually is, one of those wrong place, wrong time scenarios, I hope you can understand”
Flash found his resolve “Let her go – now” his voice was firm, strong
The mysterious woman looked at him curiously “Now what have here, a boy trying to be a man? Oh how very cute.” Her face tightened “Now you listen to me, boy, you want to see the night fall again, then you had better…” She smiled, it was a smile that made Flash shiver “behave”
She turned her attention back to Flash’s other half “Now where was I… oh yes I remember now” She smiled “I can see just how much you love him, very difficult to find love in this time” she brought her lips to the other woman’s ear “Between you and me, I like you so I’m gonna let you live” She lowered Flash’s partner down so her feet touched the floor and released her grip, she turned to face Flash
“You have quite a woman, I can see that you are strong of character and she can see that, against my better nature I’m gonna let you go.” She released her grip on the other young woman who immediately started to run to Flash, arms open, tears in her eyes.
Flash didn’t know what happened, but in the blink of an eye the dark haired woman moved across the room and grabbed his woman by the top of her hair, it was as if this dark haired beauty could move with the wind. A sickening smile was on her face, her other hand around the young woman’s chin
“I’m gonna let you all go to hell” with that she pulled her arm back and spun Flash’s partner’s neck around, there was a sickening crack and she fell to the floor, dead, her eyes still wide open.
Flash stood there silently, there was no sound being made, no screaming this time, no nothing, he just stared at her and her lifeless body, this was no dream.
A voice came from behind him “And now my young friend it’s your turn, but I will give you a gift, a new life and you will thank me for this later”
Flash didn’t care, nothing mattered anymore, no one mattered anymore.
The Dark Haired lady, produced two fangs where he canine’s should have been and plunged them deep into Flash’s neck. His world went black.
Flash opened his eyes, longest blink in history he thought, maybe two or three seconds, Time to settle the score, he reached over to the passenger seat and stroked the berretta, Turning his attention back to the road, he looked up and saw a green sign ‘New Los Angeles City limits 5 miles. He put his foot on the gas pedal and accelerated down the freeway.
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nelacar
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excellent cant wait for chap 4 
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Raziel666
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Registration Date: 06-26-2008
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Your wish is my command
give me 5 mins to copy and paste - I will also include chapter 5
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Raziel666
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Chapter 4
“Ohhh, yeah, let’s go, come on lets go”
“Let go, I’m coming”
Fregillon turned his head to look at what the fuss was about, he sighed, ‘and they think they have problems’ he watched as the two talked into the distance ‘Fuck sake’ he chuckled, ’what a couple’ both of the girls’ where slim, one was petit, spiky multi-coloured hair with the most awful dress sense, her bright yellow jacket looked something like a homing beacon, the other, Elegant, tall, graceful, she ware a small red dress and her dark hair waved gently in the small breeze. They really where the oddest couple he has seen in a long time and coming from the West End, he has seen some crazy shit. He watched them walk to down the boardwalk for a couple more seconds then turned his head back to the dark murky waters.
‘Why the fuck am I here, doing a skivvies job, I’m a vampire not a delivery man’ the wind blew inland again, Fregillon’s long matted hair, blew up behind him, he closed his blue eyes and felt the breeze run through his black leather trench coat ‘I can’t believe I let him talk me into this’ Fregillon knew this overseer personally, for how much longer he wasn’t sure, the only thing that lived less then a runner in the west end was the leader. Patris had led the west end now for about 3 days – a new record, so he must have been good, there had been 22 attempts on his life already, shootings, bombings, stabbings, attempted hanging, poisonings. Buses, cars and a boat – that was a new one, but nothing seemed to kill him, Fregillon thought it was strange, but hell, in this town, anything’s possible.
Patris has asked for Fregillon personally, this was an errand he wanted Fregillon to run and only him, unlike the rest of the west end, Fregillon was clean cut, non-scarred and generally looked in good shape, his short tidy goatee coming to a small point made him took like a French criminal mastermind. This was a drug run, and not just any run, it was for one of the vamp clans. Vamp clans pop up all the time, they tend to leader, either through fear and terror, or required for the protection of a city, they came in all shapes and sizes and every clan keeping to themselves, there was generally no real fighting, unless of course, they were seizing for control territory – that’s when things get nasty and innocent bystanders get hurt, not that Fregillon really gave a shit, he kept himself to himself, ran a few jobs for money, a loner by trade, he had no friend or family.
Fregillon kept his hand in his pocket, the small amount of crystal meth he was hold for this clan was worth over two hundred and fifty thousand logo, it was just a few grams, it would be crushed down, mixed with various other crap and resold to the general public, this stuff was only thing that gave you highs, lows and even more highs, it lasted for 3 days, addictive the second to tasted it and gave something to people – the ability to forget the shithole that they now lived in and called their life.
‘How much longer’ Fregillon had been standing there for over 30 minutes so far and he was getting more pissed off by the second, he didn’t wait for anyone, let alone another junked up runner.
He heard a car stop behind him, the brakes squealing and whining. Cars where old things, bags of rusted crap on wheels, however, if you have one, you either had money, or you where a very good thief. Most clan lords had one, but that was about it, well that and…Police.
Fregillon’s mind started to wander, the police, shit, better not be them, not they could do anything to him, they’re just a pain in the ass, they didn’t care about law enforcement, it was just a group of people with a little power and they abused what little power they had. Beatings and shooting were not uncommon with the police, Fregillon remembered about an old magazine he found in a house once, it was dated before the third world war – real antique, it was about cops in the old days, man someone must have given these vigilantes that book, the cops of old seemed to like nothing better to do then drive someone off the road, blow their brains out and all for nicking a loaf of bread – then going a getting a doughnut with a cup of coffee , it was uncannily similar.
Fregillon turned round to face the car, it was black and rusted, kinda of the same for every car, the front windows where missing and the driver was looking nervous, Fregillon smiled, newbie driver – he’ll be toast by the end of the week.
The back window opened – a miracle in its self – a fat slightly chubby looking man was in the seat “You Fregillon?”
“What of it” Fregillon tone was sharp – unpleasant
The chubby man smiled and opened the car door “You have something for me, I presume”
“Naa, nothing” He knew he was lying, but he needed to be sure the man was for real
The Chubby mans smile vanished “Look pipsqueak, I have been sent here by the Lost Cause, hand over the crystal meth like promised and we will have no problems, got it?!”
The Lost Cause was one of the more minuet gangs, a waste of space – why was Patris dealing with these guys
“Fine, here” Fregillon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small plastic bag, inside was the crystal meth.
“Excellent, Wonderful, Patris has done a brilliant job.” The man reached into his pocket and produced a handgun and pointed it straight at Fregillon’s head “Now, put you hands up where I can see them, you low life piece of shit”
“Your fucking me aren’t you, you mother fucking piece of shit!” The anger on Fregillon’s face was quite clearly evident.
“Ah, ah, ah, don’t forget who’s holding the gun now, I think I’ll be asking the questions don’t you?” The chubby basterd has a cheshire grin on his face “Right, now questions, nope I have no questions for you”
Fregillon had one though “Who put you up to this and why”
“Now that would be telling would it, surely thought that would be really clear”
Fregillon turned his head slightly ‘Patris, but why, what have I done to him…’ then it dawned on him ‘That little fucking shithead, he stitched me up’
“Ok then, how about this question, why did Patris set me up?”
“I have a better question – why don’t you shut the fuck up get in the car and I will take you down the police station for questioning.”
“Why don’t you actual go and do some proper police work, might I suggest that you go arrest that doughnut you passed coming here you fat, fucking prick!”
The officers face went red with fury “Right you fucking little punk, I’m gonna give you the beating of your life!!!”
Fregillon smiled “Come get me pork chop”
The officer ran at Fregillon full speed, gun raised above his head looking to rap it around Fregillon skull, Murder of any kind was still illegal and punishable by death, severe beatings however, were not, Fregillon just stood there, waiting, smiling, he had the fat basterd exactly where he wanted him. The officer took a wild swing at him, Fregillon stepped out the way, it was like slow motion to him, another swing and a miss, followed by a large foot, again Fregillon sidestepped
“Come on then you fat fuck, thing of this as exercise” Fregillon responded to the series of attempted blow. The officer took anther all mighty swing and this time it connected, the barrel of the gun impacted with Fregillon jaw sending him two feet off the ground, he landed in a crumpled heap, the officer saw his chance and repeatedly landed one blow after the other, contacting with Fregillon face, arms, chest, ribs, Every blow landed caused another crack, another bone broken. Then the beating stopped, Fregillon brought himself to his knees and spat, the spit impacted the ground with a hard splat, it was red, it was blood.
“Oh you little shit, you want some more” The officer kicked him in the ribs, Fregillon collapsed back to the ground, pain and agony racked his body “Come on then you little fuck, you think you so tough” another foot landed, another rib cracked, Fregillon coughed and spat out more blood.
“Fregillon whatever the fuck you last name is, and I don’t give a rats ass, you’re under arrest for drug smuggling and verbally and physically assaulting a police officer, you do not have to say anything, and anything you do say, no one will really give a shit anyhow.” He laughed “God, I love this job”
He reached down and twisted Fregillon arms around his back, a loud pop followed by an agonising scream occurred as the officer pulled Fregillon arm out it’s socket, he slapped cuffs across Fregillon’s wrists, grabbed him by the blood soaked dark blue t-shirt and hauled him to his feet. Fregillon’s head was lowered and he was swaying and staggering, trying to stand under the pain
The officer pulled Fregillon forward so he could speak in his ear “Not such a fat fuck now am I sunshine”
A smiled passed Fregillon lips “Yeah, you’re right, you now a dumb, dead, fat fuck, asshole” Fregillon muscles flexed and with one heave, he shattered the central chain binding the handcuffs together. He grabbed the officer by the back of his short brown hair and pulled his head sideways, Fregillon canine’s extended and he tore into the officer neck. Screaming followed, a high pitched scream, a scream of agonizing pain, Fregillon ripped himself away, tearing skin and vein from the officer neck, blood spurted everywhere and covered them both. Fregillon picked the officer up the neck with one arm and dangled him in the air. “Bet you really love this job now, don’t you” Fregillon was full of anger and hatred, no one had ever got the better of him and it showed. He looked up at the officer, blood now staining most of his white shirt, a short gurgling noise could be heard from him, Fregillon just stared at him, watching the blood run from the open wound, he smiled, a small sick smile, it was time, time to put this fat basterd to rest, he walked over to the wooden beams protecting people from the long drop into the freezing waters below.
“Tell me, how does it feel now that you are one looking to die” Fregillon threw the officer over the railing and held him, legs dangling in the air, the officer’s eyes widened in fear, he grabbed Fregillon jacket around the arms, his grip tight.
Fregillon was cool, collected, blood still flowing from his forehead where a previous impact had struck “Tell me, why did he sent you?”
The officer just looked at him, wide-eyed, scarred and fearful
“TELL ME!!!”
“Go fuck yourself” The officer spat
Fregillon looked at him, smiled and released his grip, the officer’s hold on Fregillon fell away, he hadn’t the strength to hold on and he fell into the icy waters landing with a large splash.
Fregillon smile left him, the car, the other person, he turned around, the car was gone “Bollocks” there was gonna be some shit now, he was wanted, now marked for death, killing a police officer was not a very smart thing. Fregillon shrugged, oh well nothing he could do about that, however, Patris, yes, there was something he could sort out, looking down he saw the officer’s revolver, bending down Fregillon picked it up, opened the chamber and looked at the cartridge, it still had all six rounds in it, good, flicking the gun back the cartridge bay relocked into place, he place the gun behind him, tucking it between his black trousers and black leather belt, time to settle the score, hopefully word about this wouldn’t get around, fat chance, but hey… you never know.
Fregillon rested his back on the wooden fencing and winced, it was gonna take time for these wounds to heal, he needed to lay low for a while, but were, he couldn’t go back to the west end, everyone would recognise him.
Fregillon walked down the boardwalk, deep in thought, he looked up at the skyline, the rooftops breaking the midnight sky there was something up there, running across the rooftops, he could just make out the outline, following it down, Fregillon kept his eyes firmly on the shadow, all he could make out was that it was male, wearing a long trench coat that was flapping behind him, he seemed to be watching something, following it, Fregillon walked across the road, head still looking up, suddenly there was a loud screeching of breaks followed by a load bang, Fregillon went flying through the air and landed on his face, chin first, rolled 3 times and came lay motionless.
Steam was poring out of the truck, a large man over 6 feet tall emerged, he looked at his truck and then back to Fregillon
“You stupid asshole, why don’t you look where the fuck you’re going”
Fregillon didn’t move, he just laid there
The large man shook his head “Shit, I don’t need this crap” he walked over to Fregillon’s body and knelt down “Hey buddy, you ok?” he shook Fregillon
There was no sign of breath, no rise and fall of the chest; he rolled Fregillon over onto his back, his eyes where open and the barrel of a revolver was now being pushed into the large man’s throat.
The man was stunned “How can you still be alive, your not breathing. Not unless… “ He paused “Not unless you’re a…” he couldn’t bring himself to utter the final word, Fregillon finished for him
“Vampire?”
“Yeah” The man’s heart sunk and Fregillon could see the sadness in his eyes, this man wasn’t dangerous nor was he human
Fregillon lowered his gun “You gonna help me up or something” The man grabbled Fregillon by the arm and hoisted him to his feet”
“I know your one of us.” commented Fregillon, there was silence for an answer, the large man turned around and started walking back towards the truck.
Fregillon called out after him, but there was no reply, Fregillon needed to be out of here and there was his ticket, and non responsive muscular giant, thinking fast, he ran to the side of the truck “You’re gonna need to get this fixed and I now this city well”
The large man just looked at him and nodded “Get in”
Fregillon opened the door and jumped in, the truck itself was a disaster area, rubbish scattered the floor, there was no stereo and none of the dials seemed to work, the seat was shredded and foam was poking out all over the place.
“Nice Truck” Its was all Fregillon could think to say
“Thanks” came the disheartened voice
“Fregillon”, Fregillon stuck him hand out, his was greeted with the one of the large mans own, they shook.
“Flash, now where do we go?”
The truck whined and the wheels started to rolled forward, they moved down the road, next to the Broadway, got to the end of the road, turned left and disappeared into the city.
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Raziel666
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Chapter 5
After thirty minutes the squeaking in the bed finally stopped, the room they were in was small with only one tiny window and a double bed that squeaked, there was a small table against one of the walls with a large mirror propped up against it, from top to bottom flowed a crack, just one single crack. The reflection showed a young woman, no more then nineteen years old, sitting on the edge of the bed, her long blond hair disappeared past the bottom of the mirror, her hair flowed down past her lifeless, yet radiantly bright blue eyes, drifting near her slender cheeks, red ruby lips and over her left shoulder, it was loose and free falling, her hair flowed down her slender and very pale white body and covered one of her small, but pertly formed breasts. A tear fell from one of her eyes and she was quick to wipe it away.
Viona turned her head round and faced the man that was laying next to her, he was hairy, very hairy, it was running all down his chest, arm and legs, his dark black hair gave way to a few flecks of grey. Deep lines ran under the mans eyelids and his forehead was slightly wrinkled and haggard, his face was chubby, not fat, but this man definitely didn’t bother with his exercise routine, in his withered and dry mouth hung a cigarette, most of the ash was still attached and hadn’t yet fallen off, the corner of his lips bore something that resembled a smile, Viona turned away, disgusted, she was disgusted with the old ugly pig next to her and violently hated herself for doing what she just did.
“Come on love, I wasn’t that bad, was I” The dry and cold statement came from the stranger
“Please leave” the response was sad and tired
“Now why would I want to do that?”
“Get out” again the response was quiet and sad “Get out – you already make me feel sick”
“Fine – you were a shit shag anyway”
The man got up, walked over to a chair in the corner and put on his cloths, Viona kept his back to him.
Once the man was dressed he pulled out a wallet “What do I owe you, I can’t remember” like hell he couldn’t, this was just a sick game and not the first time he had played it
“Two thousand”
The man took the money out of his wallet and threw it on the bed, the notes scattered, some flew off the other side, the rest impacted the small of her back, she flinched.
He walked over to her and bent over bringing his head near her ear, she could smell the cigarette smoke on his breath and the grease that emanated from the checked red and blue shirt he wore
“Thanks baby, we gonna have to that again and soon” Viona flinched “you maybe shit in the sack, but you are so young and beautiful” he placed a hand on her head and stroked her hair, Viona turned her head away
“Don’t touch me!” she spat
He glared at her and grabbed her round the jaw with one of his large hands, his grip was vice like and he dragged her head round to face his, his eyes were evil and his face was contorted with anger “I’ll touch you anyway I like, you little whore, don’t forget I pay for your talent!” he threw her head back round.
He ugly smiled returned “I’ll see you soon, baby” with that he turned around and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
Viona screamed, she had never been so humiliated; she picked up the logo and threw it violently at the door, the cash missed and impacted on the nearby wall. Tears started to fall from her eyes, she place her head in her hand and sobbed violently, why was she here, why did her do this to her.
“Father!!! Why!!!” she screamed
Her father was one of the members of the order of the black hand, a secret organization born from the demise of the mafia during the third world war, he was well respected and very wealthy, until he was found in bed with the orders’ bosses wife, needless to say things didn’t go well, he was stripped of his title and all asset were taken from him and he was publicly executed, torn apart by four vehicle moving slowly in different directions, he begged for forgiveness and screamed as he was literally torn limb from limb. Viona’s mother suffered immensely as well, she was stripped naked and thrown on the street, she was raped, tortured and went insane, grief and despair overcame her and she went the highest building in New Los Angeles went to the roof and threw herself off the top, the police removed her body five hours later. As for her, she was told that the debt the her father had made had to be repaid and as she was the only one left alive, he would be the one to repay it. That was how she ended up in this whorehouse, this wasn’t the first job, unlike her mother and father, the crime bass new her little secret – she was a vampire and had been for six months, he knew she had heightened speed and strength, come of her ‘tasks’ as he like to put it were, hit man, drug runner, spy and also assassin, however, when told her had to kill her best human friend, she refused, this was nothing more then his sick joke, another way to hurt her. He had her stripped naked and flogged for thirty minutes non-stop, the ear piercing screamed never stopped, he then personally rubbed a mixture of lemon and vinegar in the wound to ‘purify her’ and then threw her in this brothel and make sure she was ‘taken care of’ and here she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and crying, miserable, sad and completely depressed, Viona now started to understand how her mother felt, why she committed suicide.
Then came that burning rage, her father, how could he, how could he be so selfish, so inconsiderate, so god damn… there were no words to really describe her true feelings.
Viona stood up and walked over to the dresser with the mirror on top, beside them where her clothes, nothing special, her underwear, no bra – he wouldn’t let her wear one, said she looked sexier without one, a tight white t-shirt and a pair of tight blue denim shorts.
Once changed she looked around, when could she go home that’s all she wanted, to go home and forget this madness, but… she would never be free, never see the sunlight, never know what hope is, falling against the wall by the dresser, Viona slowly fell to the ground, clutching her knees, she swayed back and forth, tears once again silently falling down her face.
Viona looked out the window, she could see the stars and the bright crescent moon, she closed her eyes and remembered a time when all this wasn’t happening, she remembered playing on the grass outside her old home in Atlanta, the large five bedroom two story house in the distance, she was being pushed on the swing by her mother, Viona couldn’t have been anymore then eight, smiling, going back and forth, back and forth, her mother asking her if she wanted to go higher and higher, there was laughter and smiles and no pain.
There was a knock at the door and Viona quickly wiped her eyes, the door opened and he walked in, white suit and shinny black shoes, he was carrying a large cane with a snakes head on the top.
“Did you have fun my dear” The voice was sinister and malicious, Viona didn’t respond, he walked over to her and looked down
“Did I not make myself clear, did you have fun my dear”
Viona fought back the tears, the rage and anger “I won’t dignify that questions with an answer”
The man chuckled, a evil was in his eyes, he raised his cane and struck her across the face, Viona collapsed on the floor “You answer will be yes, I did have fun, thank you for being so kind, now lets try again, did you have fun tonight my dear”
Viona looked at the floor, “Yes” the words came out softly
“I didn’t hear you my dear, what was that?”
A single tear fell “Yes, I really enjoyed myself” she choked
The man knelt down “Then why don’t I believe you”
“Believe what you want”
“Well I know that man, a friend of a friend wasn’t too happy and I said you would be fantastic” his words hissed quietly “Looks like you have been a bad girl again…” he paused and stood up “Looks like you need another lesson in politeness”
He man once again raised his cane, Viona threw her hands up and he brought in down on her, this time impacting on her wrist.
“I give you a roof over your head and food to eat and all I ask if you to do a few favours for me, is that too much to ask” The cane came down a third time, this one connected with her leg, there was a bone shattering snap followed by a silence, she had learned that it was no use screaming, no one came to help. The fourth blow was followed by the fifth, which was followed by the sixth, and seventh, she just waited for it to end, she knew her scars would heal – the physical ones anyway.
After the eight blow, he stopped, blood splattered his white suit, he looked at her, her left cheek had been gashed open, her eyes where puffy and showing the first signs of bruising, her mouth ran with blood, there where numerous cuts caused by the cane top to her arms, legs and chest.
“Look at my suit, it’s ruined, now apologise for ruining my ten thousand logo suit”
Viona stayed silent – if she said anything she would be beaten, if she said nothing she would again be beaten, it was a no win situation.
He smirked “Come on Viona, say sorry and all will be forgiven, I want you to apologise for ruining my suit and whilst you at it you can say sorry for forcing to show discipline, I don’t like doing this to you, but I have to you are a very bad girl – you where just like you mother and she was taught the same”
Viona’s fists clenched “You left my mother the street gangs, you can keep you mercy, I rather have your beating, at least I know what a self righteous prick you really are!”
The man exploded “How dare you!!! You insolent little bitch!!! You… You… Cheap little whore, you are just like you mother, a little fucking whore, a tramp!!!”
He raised his cane again, Viona closed her eyes, she could feel her blood racing, something was calling, a hunger, a hunger for blood. She felt powerful, alive, she re-opened her eyes and everything had stopped, nothing moved, no wind, she looked up at the crime boss, he looked frozen in time, she knew what she had to do. Time seemed to speed up slowly, the cane coming down to meet the tip of her skull, this time she would be the one smiling.
“I’ll teach you, you little bitch!!!” The cane came round straight for Viona’s head, this time he was swinging to kill, the cane fell fast and just before it reached her head, an arm appeared and grabbed the snake’s head, the man was stunned, she was smiling, this him the evil smile was on her face, using all her strength she pushed against the snake head and with a load crack, broke it off, she threw it to one side.
“Teach me will you” She tone was calm, there were no tear, no emotion, she was neither happy nor angry “Cheap little whore am I” She tore the reminisce of the cane from his hands.
“Little Bitch am I!” The first hint on anger was now appearing in her voice “I’ll show you just how much of a ‘little bitch’ I can be” with lightning speed she grabbed him by the throat and threw him over the bed, he slid along the floor and ended with a crash against the wall.
“How does it feel to be abused” Viona was losing control of her emotions as six months of slavery was bubbling to the surface, we walked over to where he lay and picked him up again, this time by the front of his shirt “Well!!!” she threw his again and this time he hit the dresser – the mirror smashed into thousands of pieces “Oops, does this mean seven years bad luck” a crooked smile passed her lips “Don’t worry, your bad luck’s about to end”
“Your right” the man spat “and so are you” he pulled out a gun from his pocket, it was a berretta and he pointed it straight at her and pulled the trigger. The bullet exited the chamber, spinning as this improved the accuracy, its high velocity round was headed straight for it’s target and impacted perfectly in Viona’s chest, she collapsed to her knees.
The man walked over to her, smiling, pleased with himself “Any last words you psychotic bitch” he paused “No… good” he pointed the gun at her head “Say goodbye” he pulled the trigger.
She was gone, ‘That can’t be’ he thought to himself ‘no one can move that fast’
A voice called from behind him, it was a quiet, calm voice “Goodbye”
He felt her hand touch the side of his face and pull his head sideway, we winced as a sharp pain penetrated his neck and he felt himself getting weaker, weaker, more tired, his eyes were getting heavy, call out? Yes, he tried to, but no sound emerged and everything went black.
Viona dropped his lifeless body on the floor, wiping the blood away from her mouth. She had never felt so alive, she looked at his body and there was a piece of paper sticking out of the top, reaching down she picked up the piece of paper, there was only one word ‘Raziel’
“Raziel eh?” she stared at the piece of paper “I think I owe you a little personal time” the small smile returned, she looked around, the gun was next to him, picking it up she thought ‘Might come in handy’
Viona stood up, turned and walked out of the room, making sure to close the door quietly behind her.
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TIME TO LOST SOME WEIGHT - I WANT MY MITSI !!!
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Mortis
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very good one.. can't stop reading..
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nelacar
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top class.
a great read.
looking forward to the next chapter 
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Raziel666
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Registration Date: 06-26-2008
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As per everyones request - the next Chapter - Also I must advise that this is only a rough draft on my story and changes and additions will be made to the whole story
Chapter 6
“Don’t you ever shut up, I can’t her myself think” Maiden’s head was pounding, since leaving the boardwalk, Elfinlied had done nothing but talk about what she was going to do to him when they found him, first she was going to slit his skin a thousand time with a rusty razor blade then bath him in a concoction of lemon juice, salt and vinegar, then she was going to slowly stick nails though each of his eyelids, fingers and toes and let him slowly bleed to death, then it was the fiery hot poker up the rectum – Maiden shivered at the thought of that one – not a nice thought, and it continued for neatly an hour, Maiden looked at her watch, check that, it was nearly two hours, no stop, how could anyone talk for two hours non-stop she had trouble trying to keep conversations alive for ten minutes let alone two hours.
The pale moon shown dimly down on the dank alleyway they were walking down, this was one of the side-passages leading to main street, rats scurried into the dark holes in the terrace houses either side of them, the dim glow of the light shinning in the dust stained windows, the smell of old and wet garbage hung in the air, a warm breeze blew threw the alleyway, whipping up Maiden’s hair around her face, she pulled her hair back round her ears
“Why would I do that, I mean, come on, you need to join in the fun – stop such a…” Elfinlied paused
“Yes?” Came the calm reply
“Cold, you’re never happy, I mean when was the last time you where really happy?”
Maiden didn’t reply, she just kept looking ahead of her, her eyes full of emptiness, she thought to herself ‘happiness, what a laugh’ she smirked ‘she’s right though, I can’t remember the last time I was truly happy’ Maiden looked up at the moon, it’s pale colour still giving up it’s cold light.
The heat was staggering, must have been at least thirty degrees, maybe even higher, the young girl of eighteen pulled her light green t-shirt up and tied a knot in it, exposing her soft, slightly tanned skin, her thigh length skit blowing lightly in the calm wind, her look up at the bright blue sky and a smile beamed across her face, her long red hair bunched up in a pony tail behind her.
“Sarah! Sarah!” A voice called from a far, Sarah looked around, running from across the grass in a large green park ran a young man, his curly short brown hair bounced around with each step, he wore a white shirt, the top two buttons undone showing a small amount of chest hair and a pair of neat black jeans. He was slightly older then her, nearly twenty, he was toned and thin, Sarah had met him back in Colorado when she was sixteen and took an immediate liking to him, she a shy girl and saw him everyday, but did want to talk to him for fear that she might say something stupid or embarrassing or both, this went on for two months, he was working as a mechanic, grease monkey by trade, always in overalls, always with no top on and always covered thick in oil and dirt, his face and arms black with muck, his muscles in a constant state of flex, she always walked by and was him there and the same thing always happened, a shiver would run down her spine, a cold tingle of excitement followed by the harsh reality of something that would never happen, a dream, a nightmare an uncaring false hope, ‘oh why can’t she I like other girl’ she would say to herself, why was she so afraid, she never knew the answer, she only had more questions, everyday she would walk passed the garage, everyday she would see him, everyday the same tingle and everyday the same wanting shattered by her own depressing thoughts. He knew she was there, she just wasn’t good enough to be noticed, she was a nobody, a ghost… a ghost living in a world of unfairness. She lowered her head and let her dark red hair fall down and cover face, hiding from the world, hoping to hide from herself.
“Maiden, Look out!!!” Elfinlied grabbed Maiden round the arm and pulled her off the road, the sound of a car horn echoing in her ears “Jesus, that was close, what the hell were you thinking!!!”
Maiden looked round at Elfinlied, her blank expression greeting her friend “What…” Maiden paused to regain her composure “Sorry, I must have drifted somewhere, Sorry”
“You ok?”
“Yeah, sorry, Yeah I fine” Maiden gave one of her half smiles “Really, I’m fine – I promise”
Maiden shook her head slightly; the busy main road was right in front of her, people everywhere, the tall buildings and bright light of the main street strip. She looked up the road and paused… it couldn’t be, no it wasn’t possible, standing in the middle of the road was a man, five foot eleven inches, wearing dark blue overalls, a strong muscular frame, short curly brown hair and dark foreboding brown eyes, he was sad, almost lifeless, his ashen white face staring directly at her. All she could do was stare back, this wasn’t possible, how could this be possible, was this man also a vampire like her, their eyes locked together a bonding stare passed between then, then something caught Maiden’s eye, a light, two lights, a pair of lights on a metal frame – a car? – no a truck, it was heading straight for him, his back was turned from the vehicle, he couldn’t see it, no, it would kill him, no not again, the car came speeding straight for him, why didn’t he move, why couldn’t she move, she was frozen, was this fear, horror, she didn’t know, she had to warn him, but where were the words, a lump, a large lump was stuck in her throat, she strained to call, she felt sick, the lump, it wouldn’t move, goddammit, why couldn’t she call out to him, why couldn’t she save him, the truck, it was nearly on top of him “why don’t you fucking stop you bastard” she screamed – her voice, it was there, she called upon all her strength - “STEPHEN!!!”
The truck connected and she turned away, ready to be sick “No, please NO!”
A pair of hand grabbed her round the shoulders “Maiden, God sake woman, pull it together, what the hell is wrong with you, who the hell are you yell at, your making more of a scene then I do”
Maiden looked up at the road, there was no one there, the road, it was…empty, there were no cars, no trucks, only the bustling of people, no one paid attention to her outburst, it was quite common to see crazy people yelling to themselves – is that what she had become – a crazy woman, she turned to Elfinlied, her eyes wide, she was breathless, taking large intakes of breath, she was shaking
“Maiden…” Elfinlied’s voice was quiet, concerned “what just happened?”
“Didn’t you see him?”
“Who?”
“The man in the street”
“The was no one”
“You must not have seen him”
“Honey, there was no one there I promised you”
“He was there!” Maiden cried, she could feel herself getting angry, she was she being believed
Sensing the tension, Elfinlied decided to quickly ask a different question
“Who was this man then?”
“Stephen”
“And who’s might Stephen be?”
“My…” Maiden closed her eyes, she couldn’t tell her, she couldn’t tell her friend the truth “ Just someone who used to make me happy” she sat sown on a nearby bench and her friend sat next to her, Maiden looked down to the ground, saddened, a single tear fell from her eye and rolled down her cheek, it formed into a droplet at the end of her chin and then fell to the floor.
The heavens opened up and the rain poured down, typical, it was the one day Sarah forgot her umbrella, her hair was tangled in knots and stuck to the side of her face, her long black coat was drenched and she could start to feel the water seeping through, she shivered, it was a bleak March, a cold March and she was freezing, water was falling on the top of her head and then falling down her face, it didn’t matter through, at least her should get to feel a little warm, if only for a second, she coming to her favourite spot, the little building, with a large steel shutter, it would be raised and there would be him, greasy, dirty, muscular, handsome, dashing, she shuddered at the though of it, a little warm, if only for a second, it would be all she needed. Sarah turned the corner and could see the top of the buildings, only a short way to go, minding the puddles that had formed on the sidewalk, she passed the final hedge to bring the building into view and for the first time, she stopped, the shop, it was… closed, the large shutters where down a large steel padlock was placed around the door handle and a piece of paper was attacked to a small window, Sarah went to have a closer look – once she was in reading distance she looked at the writing on the paper – closed due to shorted of Logo. Sarah’s heart sank, and a cold shiver descended upon her – and this shiver was not a nice one, it was cold, damp and dreary. She looked through the window, there was nobody there, it was deserted. Sarah was so preoccupied looking through the window and re-reading the note over and over she failed to hear the footsteps behind her.
“We’re close, if you have a vehicle booked in I’m afraid we can no longer help you”
Sarah Froze, that voice, it was young, sweet, yet rugged, she turned to face the stranger, it was him, he was holding a large umbrella and wore a large duffel jacket that cover this shirt and most of his black jeans. He looked at her
“Hey aren’t you that lass that walks past here like every day?”
Sarah went a little red, he noticed her, but why, she wasn’t worth noticing, she was a nobody and he was just a fantasy, however, here she was and this fantasy was talking to her
“Yeah, but I’m not stalking or anything” she blurted – ‘Oh that was great’ she thought ‘I’m not stalking, god what an idiot I am, can I do anything more stupid’
The man just looked at her “Sorry, I didn’t catch that, did you say you where stalking me?”
“No no, nothing like that, I come this way to work every day, I promise, I would never do anything like that” She was shaking, nervous, she did want the first conversation she had with him to be one that scared him off.
He smiled “Ok I believe you” he notice just how nervous she was, he looked at her, her matted hair strewn across her face, she resemble something like a drowned rat with clothes.
“Here” He handed her his umbrella
“No you need it or you’ll get soaked”
“You’re already there, take it, come on, lets get you into town, at least you might be able to buy a cup of coffee to warm you up”
He had noticed her walking passed everyday, sometimes in shirts and skirts, sometime tank top and jeans, he like her, well, he like her appearance, she was different somehow, not like other girl, he knew she was timed from what other people said about her – sometime she was a bookworm, other times she was the nice quiet girl, then she was the freak – that was from some of the girl’s her age, most people didn’t know her nor did they know she even existed.
She took the umbrella, she hands were shaking from the cold “Ok, sounds good, it freezing out here” what was she thinking, she was saying yes to a cup of coffee with a man she had hardly known, but… there was something about him, she could trust him, she didn’t know why, she just knew she could.
“Stephen” The man had a radiant smile on him
She returned the warm hearted smile with one of her own “Sarah” suddenly, she didn’t feel cold nor sad, she was happy and warm. The two of them walked down the street and out of sight.
“Coffee…” The word was quiet, almost dazed like
“What? What are you on about” Exclaimed Elfinlied
“Lets go for coffee” she smiled gently
“Ok? What’s brought this on”
“Oh nothing, just thinking”
“About someone other then him”
“Him?”
“Raziel”
“Oh yeah, right, him, no for once its not him, coffee first, I don’t think we will come across Raziel tonight and I will tell you all about it”
“Ohhh can’t wait and I want all the details - coffee it is then, hey I know this great place – I’m sure you know it, it a little pub called the Black Flag, great coffee, you need to trust me on that one, best coffee you will ever have, promise you”
“Fine, Black Flag it is then”
Maiden stood up, she looked back at the road where she thought Stephen had stood ‘I’m defiantly going mad’ the thought echoed in her mind for a few seconds
“Ready Elfinlied”
“Born Ready, let go, I think a drink will do us both some good”
The two girls walked off in down the high street and disappeared into a small brick built house with a little swaying sign attached to it – it read - the Black Flag.
Up on the rooftops a man in a tattered black t-shirt, scruffy black jeans and a black trench coat, rested his back against a dormer window, his arm folded across his chest, his eyes fixed directly on the entrance that the two women entered.
He drew in deep breath “For the shadow of death draws near my young one and you too will understand the true meaning of fear” The man walked to the side of the house and jumped off the roof down to in the dark alleyway below.
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is this the first long story uve written or have wrote stories before????
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I've dabble in stories in the past - never one this long though -
I'm looking to finsh this and hopefully see if it can be published
I have also now reached Page 30 - on chapter 10 - so still some reading time to go
I'm glad you're enjoying this though
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please sir, can we have some more
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ok - next chapter is here - I have now started chapter 11
Chapter 7
The door to the pub flew open and two men walked one was large, stock and muscular, the other tall and thin, they walked over to the bar and sat on the stools, the large man looked around – The place was dusty, look as though the cleaner had packed up and left, most of the tables were battered and the seats in the booths surrounding the outer walls where all torn, ripped or shredded, rubbish was strewn round the place and there were rats in the far corner, scurrying, looking for any food that may be laying around.
“What a shit hole” The thin man pointed out
“You got a problem with?” A gruff voice called behind him. The thin man looked around, behind the bar was a man at least six and half feet high, and at least that wide, his bald head showed the reflection of the ceiling lights, his one good eye was staring straight at the thin man, the other housed a large scar that flowed from the top of his forehead down to his square jaw. His bulk was enormous, his large leather vest just about came together and the zipper strained from busting out, the man wasn’t fat, he was just extremely large.
“No, Nice place you have – I was talking about the last pub we visited” The retort was quick and clean
“Wise ass, what will it be”
“Two cold beers”
“What the hell do you think this place is – the Ritz” He snorted a chuckle and slammed two warm bottles on the table, turning around he walked off into the back.
The thin man pass one of the bottles over to the large man, taking his own bottle he place the top to his lips and took a swig, it tasted like warm urine, he winced, this stuff was fucking awful.
“What the fuck is this shit, tastes like it came from a werewolves ass”
The large man nodded his head in agreement and slammed the bottle down on the counter and grunted “I can’t believe this – you promised me my truck would be fixed”
“No – I said that I knew a garage – not my fault it was burned down and the man tied to a cross with a couple of nine inch nails through his head – hey this ain’t my idea of a holiday either buddy”
“This is full of shit – I have a damaged truck, stuck in a bar, drinking warm piss for beer and talking to a man who as of two hours ago I run over in my truck causing the damage in the first place”
“Your point being?”
“My point being that so far my life as a Vampire has been shit, dull and boring, my woman dead, killed by you lot, I have to roam around in the night sucking on rat’s blood just to stay alive, that’s my point.”
“Wow, harsh beginnings, but hey afterlife’s not a bed of roses – shit happens – deal with it”
“Shut the fuck up – what the hell do you know”
“Man, you’re a miserable basterd to hang around with, has anyone else ever told you that”
“If you don’t like then there’s the door” Flash’s eyes gleamed with anger
“Hey chill out man”
“Chill out, you want me to fucking chill out!” Flash stood his bulk of a body up.
“Look sit down and shut the fuck up you miserable basterd”
Flash look at him, staring, he turned his head towards the door ‘oh easy it would be to just walk away’ he thought to himself, he turned back round to Fregillon who’s hand was re-offering a seat. Flash plonked his arse back down.
“Right, few thing you need to learn, firstly, look on the bright side of life – ok so your missus was horribly killed by some Vampire, you got turned and everything you knew has been destroyed…” Fregillon paused and thought quietly as he looked at bar, the stained wood housed numerous beer stains, scratches, knife scars and bullet holes, he faced Flash “Ok, you win, I’ll let you off being a miserable basterd, however, what do you want to do about it? You have no I idea where she is, what’s she’s doing or anything – have you?”
“Well…” Flash paused, his face turned from anger to one of sorrow “I suppose not… but…”
“But nothing, your revenge will have to wait.
“Fine” Flash crossed him arms and leaned back against the chair
The two stayed silent for a couple of minutes, just looking round, There was only a few other people in here, one in the corner, a woman, her blonde hair flowing over her saddened face and down her shoulders, draping over her tight white t-shirt, a clear drink was in front of her and her eyes were transfixed to a piece of paper.
A burst of laughter came from anther booth, both men turned to look, there were two women, one look almost respectful and elegant, the other something out of a punk rock band.
“Hey Flash – any of the ladies interest you – I know, how about the blonde, she looks nearly as miserable as you”
“You little fuc…” He was cut short
“No, no its in a good way, you’ll have something in common” Fregillon smiled
“You really are a sick fucker, aren’t you?”
“What?” The smile grew more intense “Come on stop looking so down”
“Perhaps that’s how I want to look – ok, just leave it, please”
“Fine, Fine whatever you say”
Fregillon kept quiet and again looked at the others sitting in the Pub, the two women where still talking, well, the punky looking one did all the talking, the other was solemn, quiet, more a deep in thought kinda of person, she spoke little. He couldn’t understand why, giving the vast contrast between the two people, did these two know each other, why would they want to know each other, it baffled him, it didn’t make sense, where they lovers, friends, perhaps it was business, that would make sense, Perhaps the punk was a runner, a delivery person for important people – Runner’s life span tended to be quick – usually about 1-2 days – if you where lucky, however, there where a few who where very good at what they did, running tended to pay high, if you could get the info to the intended destination and even then there was no guarantee you would walk out alive – that’s how most runners met their fate – looking down the barrel of a gun to the person they just delivered the message to. There was an old saying runners are good for 2 things, deliveries and target practice; actually there was 3 things good about runners – but that only ever applied to the ladies.
Fregillon’s turned from the two ladies to the one, she was all alone, for the half hour that he and Flash had chatted, no one came for her, ‘someone that beautiful is never alone, and there is always a reason, either she’s an assassin or has a shit load of baggage’ he thought to himself. Never get involved with baggage, he learnt that one the heard way, but that’s another story. The woman was holding a piece of paper and never took her eyes off of it, it was funny how some people acted, it was like this piece of paper was her life and she was looking back over it, you got it in this town, broken people, you could only pity them, but then again why would you want to, they can’t be bothered to look up at life, take it by the horns and stand up strong, no these pitiful people lost something, sometimes loved one, sometime businesses, sometime both, but they all share a common problem – there where all selfish, they had no ability to do the world a favour to jump off the nearest building, or step in front of that bus, hell, there’s a pier in this city, strap on some extra weight and go for a swim.
Fregillon looked her over, he couldn’t put his finger on it, there was something not quite right with this picture, Fregillon loved his fashion, in fact he was wearing his best designers at the minute, they would have been is best were they not ruined by the large dope now sitting in front of him, well the large dope and the bent cop “Fucking faggots” he cursed under his breath
“What, you say something?” Flash asked him
“What?” Fregillon looked at him and then shook his head “Oh… it’s nothing, sorry, just talking to myself”
“Whatever” Flash took another sip of is warm beer
Fregillon attention returned to the lone woman, he smiled to himself, that was it, he figured it, she was well groomed, she look after herself, that was obvious, her make-up was nearly applied, only lightly, he glanced down at her legs, she had them neatly folded underneath her chair, she had manners and an elegance, also her legs where cleanly shaven, no cuts, so a good quality razor, no cheap shit, but… her clothes, her t-shirt was two sizes too small, she had no bra – something so self respecting woman would be without, her jean shorts where also far too tight, not that Fregillon minded, she worn no jewellery, not even a small watch, strange.
Fregillon kept an eye on this woman, she was fascinating to look at, she had two stories and he wanted to figure them out, he got one of them, but the second, that was a tricky one. The woman pulled her hair back and then quickly let go of it again, it was as if she was covering something up, and she was, however Fregillon quick eyes caught it, and all became clear, a bruise, it was round the back of her neck and a deep purple, he studied her, every time she moved, she gave a very small wince of pain, it was only minor, hardly noticeable, Fregillon presumed that she had been beaten, and quite badly by the looks of it, she covered it well he thought. There was only one person who took personal pride in appearance, yet had to wear cheap tight clothes and the bruises only confirmed this – the was a prostitute, Fregillon shook his head, a slut for hire, pity, she was nice too, there where usually two types of prostitute, the first was the ones that belong there, they started teenage life looking like a whore and finished up as one, these where the druggies, the dropouts and the deadbeats, you got with one of these and never ended up the same again, never knew that they carried, a night with them would either get some horrible sexually transmitted disease or have your head caved in by the bedpost, like I said, you never know what they where carrying.
Then there where the other ones, the ones who didn’t belong there, they should be with their parents, provided their parents didn’t sell them for protection, money or drugs, these girls, never had an option in life, it was usually fuck that big fat hairy bloke or this gun with fuck you, this prostitutes usually had a ‘father’, some sick shit who took pleasure in their misery, he would have his fun with her, any backchat or refusal would result in a severe beating, usually with a large implement, a bat, chair leg sometime they would just break their leg, far a the fathers where concerned, she would only have to raise them in the air, and that became their life, getting screwed for a living.
Fregillon thought this girl was one of the latter prostitutes, she didn’t have that sluttish look about her, he felt a bit sorry for her, should he offer her some help? He didn’t know, no bout she escaped, it happens sometimes, they are usually found and then found again, in a dumpster. If he did help her and was found out he would be marking his own death sentence, well if he wasn’t already dead that was.
At that moment the door swung open and a man walked in, his figure was strong and slender, his long leather trench coat, flapped forward from the wind coming through the open door, his matted and tangled long brown hair flowing past his jagged chin, his eyes scanned the room, he looked at the beefy bartender, then over to the table where say two men, one thin and ratty the other muscular and tall, his gaze moved over to the young woman over in the corner, she was staring straight at him, then over to the two ladies, well one lady and one something, the elegance woman was staring at him, her eyes where red, red with hate, her hands where clenched in a fist. Then mans expressionless face kept his eyes on her, he smiled slightly from the corner of his mouth.
“You…” the lady spat “You…”
His smile left “Maiden, it’s been a while”
The Punk woman looked up at maiden who was now standing “You know him?”
Maiden didn’t respond, her gaze was locked onto his, her mouth formed just one word “Raziel”
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Here you go
Chapter 8
Raziel strolled over to the bar, his face was still sowing a small smile, he looked at the bartender “Beer, and make it a cold one”
“One Beer” The barman started Raziel straight in the eyes “Warm” and slammed the bottle on the table
Raziel ignore his frivolous comment and picked the bottle up, bringing it slowly to his lips, he paused, his glance moving back to Maiden “No hug?” and took a swig of the beer.
Maiden didn’t dignify him with an answer, she just starred, thoughts passed through her mind like wild fire, why are you here, does he know, how did he find her, can I hurt you, can I kill you, can I… Her thoughts where cut shorts as a thin man stood up from the table next to her and turned to face Raziel.
“Wow, my luck gets better every day, the notorious Raziel, bounty hunter? – Maybe, mercenary? – most likely, pain in everyone arse – defiantly, lover, killer, assassin, vampire” Fregillon glanced at the floor looking for the right words “All of the above” Fregillon smiled him sly smile “Did I miss anything”
“You point being” the response was cold, direct
“No real point, just making sure that my…” Again Fregillon paused “Sources are correct”
Raziel just looked at him, his sword was by his side, he could just slide over there and remove his head from his shoulders, might be good for a laugh, if nothing else it would keep his stupid little trap shut, a small smile passed his lips.
Fregillon just looked at, he wasn’t scarred of him, maybe a little awe struck, but not scarred “They say you’re a cold hearted basterd, but then again aren’t well all” The other in the bar looked at him “I guess I’ll be the one to started the niceties, the names’ Fregillon and this rather large, depressed, suicidal hulk of a man is my pal Flash”
“Not surprised he’s suicidal following a lap jockey around”
Fregillon’s smile left him; Raziel continued, “Sorry have I hit a nerve, Fregillon…” Raziel Paused “Patris’s lap dog, drug runner I take it, how’s he doing these days, oh yeah, that’s right, tried to have you killed didn’t he, shame he didn’t succeed.”
“Hard to kill that’s which is already dead”
“How true, I suppose it’s also helps not to send the long flabby arm of the law, bout the only thing more useless then you”
Fregillon grit his teeth and let the comment pass.
“Oh my god!” a voice came from the left of them “How much testosterone is in this building” The Punk has stood up and was now facing them “I mean boys, boys, boys, there must be an easier solution to all of this, tell you what – pull your cocks out and I’ll measure them – biggest dick wins”
Fregillon smiled at the passing comment, Raziel just glared at her and raised his head ever so slightly “Hey look, all the colours of the rainbow, all rolled up in to one fucking misfit”
“I know, I know… it’s just terrible I’m a misfit that like to fuck, big deal, whoopee do, so what”
A calm voice spoke out “Does everyone want to stop acting like five year olds, Elfinlied, shut up and sit down, you won’t win – he feels nothing… for anyone”
“Maiden?” Elfinlied looked slightly concerned for her friend
“Just sit down”
Elfinlied didn’t answer, she just did what her friend asked
Maiden returned her attention to Raziel “You’ve got some nerve showing your face after all you’ve done”
“That’s rich” Raziel returned “Wasn’t it you how just tried to kill me?”
He took a bag out of his pocket and threw it Maiden, she caught it and a loud jingle followed, it was a bag full of logo “Fifteen thousand in there, I took my time and expenses out of there – call it compensation” Raziel smiled “Oh and next time, try someone more experienced”
“Who said I wanted you dead?”
“You mean the vampire hunters don’t give that one away.”
“Fine, you win, I wanted you dead, can you blame me after what you did”
“I did nothing, you took it the wrong way” He voice was still, calm, emotionless
“Nothing! Nothing, you did more then fucking nothing you pathetic little bastard!” she screamed back, Maiden had lost all control, her face had turned scarlet, everyone just starred at her.
Raziel said nothing, just took another swig of the beer and leaned back against the bar, his arms folded across his chest.
The was a rare moment of silence that passed the room, no one was daring to make a sound, it was like a fuse and been lit and the lightest movement would set it off, Maiden’s chest heaved up and down in fury, Elfinlied just continued to look at her, she dared not say a word, she had never seen her this angry, Maiden and her had always talked about Raziel, what they where going to do to him, how much they hate him, but she had never actually seen him, it was strange kind of feeling, he wasn’t was she had pictured, he thought he would be… taller.
Flash just sat there once again reflecting on how he was in this predicament, what did he do so wrong to deserve this, why could he be back at home in his little bungalow with the woman he loved, reality followed, his woman was dead, as we he, even though breath still left his lips, his life back in Arkansaw was over and all he had left was anger and resentment towards the world, no… not the world, one person, the one whom had done all of this to him, his suffering torment and eternal agony.
Fregillon was glancing at Maiden ‘A woman’s scorn’ he laughed in his mind, this reminded him of the time he was in China, witnessing a Chinese stand-off - now they where fun times, a bunch of people ready to kill each other and no one daring to move, ohhh… how he loved this tension.
‘So this is Raziel…’ Viona’s thoughts darted round her head ‘didn’t think I would find him this fast, and none too popular either, but what was his business with her…’ her mind stopped for a second ‘previous employer’ if they where the right words to use, she thought maybe woman beater or sack of shit might have been a more fitting title, however, the word Fregillon used to describe Raziel puzzled her mercenary… this word stuck in her brain… mercenary… mercenary, well he was cold enough to be one, could he have been hired to kill his mother… no… she was killed by the street gangs Viona was certain on that, there really was something about his demeanour though - the only word that she could place her finger on was honourable.
‘So you didn’t really want me dead… if not dead, then what…’ Raziel couldn’t figure it out, why was Maiden after her after all this time, she there was history between them, but hell… he didn’t think she would take it like this and why after all this time, it had been over a year, two at most… give or take, how long can someone hold a grudge for. Raziel pondered his option, should he just walk out – no that would only incur more of Maiden’s wrath, take her out – no…bad option, she hadn’t done anything wrong really, nothing he couldn’t handle anyways, what to do with her then, Raziel couldn’t decide so he continued to do nothing.
‘I hate you…I really hate you, you ruined my life and now I have you… but, I can’t do it…yes I can, I can do this…but I really can’t, why are you doing this to me, why am I so weak… no, I am strong… no I’m not, I’m pathetic…I’m nothing…I’m…I’m…’ The doubt was beginning to be too much, why did she go after him, she didn’t know, why he followed her, that was too obvious, he tried to kill her, but did she really try, or was it all a façade to get close to him again, she was unsure of what to do.
Maiden’s Breathing eased “So what did you want?”
“Clarification”
“Hold on, you follow me for no other reason then you want to know why?”
“Yeah… pretty much”
“You are unreal”
“Undead actually” Raziel smiled
“You know what I mean” Maiden continued “Why did you do it, why did you do it to me”
Raziel gave her a puzzled look “What are you talking about?”
“Just over a year ago you…”
At that point the large frosted glass window shattered as an object flew threw it, Maiden and Elfinlied spun their backs to the window and raised their hands to shield their heads. Flash rolled off his chair, fell on to his knees and like Maiden and Elfinlied, shielded his head from the shards of flying glass, Fregillon was starting straight at the window the it blew, all he could do was bring his hands up in front of his face whilst thousands of shards bit into him, Viona just sat there, she was well out of the blast radius, she watch the shards fly across the room along with an object, however, she wasn’t able to make out what it was, Raziel just stood there, shards of glass tore at his open flesh and ripped his clothes as they darted by, this didn’t concern him, it was the object that flew in with it. The object was small and oval shaped, jagged spikes could been seen protruding from the smooth circular surface, Raziel watched it’s flight as thought it was in slow motion, the object flew over Fregillon head, passed two rows of tables and impacted against the back wall, there was a dull thud followed by clunk as it hit the floor, it bounced it way under the two tables and came to rest by the feet of Fregillon who starred at it for a second, then his eyes widened
“Oh shit!!!” he screamed “Firebomb, get out of here, now!!!”
Viona jumped over her table and out the window closely followed by Flash, Elfinlied and Maiden, they all scattered in multiple directions, Raziel calmly and quickly walked out the front door, turn right and then stand just in the alleyway, Fregillon threw himself out the broken window when there was an almightily explosion. All the windows shattered outwards from the force of the blast followed by pieces of chair and cloth, a large fireball blew out of the all the exits, the front door was blown off its hinges. The energy of the blast also blew Fregillon mid-flight out of the window and into the side of a large passenger bus, there was a loud thud and he connected, metal bent inwards abound him and he fell to the ground, leaving his imprint behind, the bus chugged off in the distance, the driver not wishing for confrontation.
Fregillon lay there, semi-conscious, he could feel nothing but the rack of pain running threw his body, whoever his him with the sledgehammer when he was down – he wanted their name and number.
Raziel came round from the alleyway, still showing the cool, calm composure he has always shown, he stood on front of the pub window and look at the destruction caused, the smell of charred wood, singed cloth and something else, something he knew the smell of, just not so flambéed – flesh, he looked across at the bar and there was the barman still standing there, his hand placed on the worktop, he had been burned into place, the right half of his face had deteriorated under the intense blaze, bone and sinew partially showing under the bloody muscle, the other half of his face a black and charred. Raziel thought what a way to go as the barman’s right eye slid out of his socket and fell to the floor.
“Lovely” Elfinlied had returned to examine the damage “Well if your gonna go – might as well go with a bang” She giggled
Raziel just looked at her and then shook his head.
Viona was next to emerge, she stayed silent, her thought raced in her head, whom had done this, were they after her, did they find him, shit they found him and now she was on the hit list, she looked at Raziel and Elfinlied, maybe they could help and she could also find out about that piece of paper, Viona would wait to see who things unfolded.
“Maiden, shit look at this, wow you gotta see this guy, I mean talk about loving your establishment – he died with it, hasn’t even moved, cool.” Elfinlied paused to catch her breath “I mean do you think his bar will go with him to wherever he goes, I mean I know people get attached to places but that is kinda of going over the top, don’t you think”
“What? Huh? Hmm Yeah, Whatever” Maiden wasn’t paying attention to her, instead her attention turned to Raziel
“Looks like I’m not the only one after you?” Her voice was calm, peaceful given the situation
“Why do you think they where after me, don’t you think you could have pissed someone off yourself” The response was just as calm, although Maiden expected as much
“True, but I’m not the one with a bounty on my head now am I?”
Raziel looked at her and smiled, he knew she had her on that one, there where plenty of people he had pissed off in the past, more then likely one of them would have tried to do something like this if they found him.
“Nobody help the dying here then!” Fregillon groaned
Everyone turned around to look at him; he was on his knees, one hand covering a wound on his side, blood running down from his forehead and over his left eye.
“Mother Fucker that hurt, what the fuck happened, one minute I was drinking the next a bloody firebomb appears and blows the shit out of me”
“Wow man, you gonna be ok, you look like shit” Elfinlied walked over to him “Here let me help you up, don’t worry well get you stitched up in no time”
“I’ll be fine, I’ve suffered worse”
Elfinlied let him go, Fregillon groaned at he stood up, he limped over next to Raziel and Maiden, still holding his side, blood was dripping through his fingers “Who the fuck did this?”
Raziel just shrugged, Elfinlied joined them “Maiden and I think that they were after Raziel”
“Typical” Fregillon laughed and then winced from the pain, he turned his head to face Raziel “Why is it that wherever you go, trouble follows” Fregillon glanced around “Where’s Flash? I saw him jump out the window”
“Don’t know, don’t care” came the calm levelled response from Raziel
“Shame, I was kinda getting to like him”
“You don’t even know him”
“Yeah, I know, but hey gotta take a chance once in a while”
“Trust no one but yourself, that way your not relying on anyone”
“How sad” Maiden piped “You should always have someone you can fall back on”
A deep grunting voice came from behind them “Is everyone just gonna stand there so we be targeted again?”
Everyone turned around and there was Flash, standing in the middle of the pavement, arms folded, he had managed to escape the blast with a few minor scraps and cuts along his arms.
“Where the hell did you get off to?” Fregillon demanded
“Oi curb the attitude, I went to find somewhere he could hide”
“Hide, you want me to hide?” Raziel tone was one of pure disgust “I hide from no one”
“Ok then, gather our thoughts, if you prefer that, or shall we just stand here so someone else can try and blow us to bits”
Maiden butted in “It’s not a bad idea, I have to say”
“Yeah Raz, you can then think who wants you crispied”
Raziel just looked at Elfinlied “Raz?”
“Yeah, it sound good”
“Whatever” Raziel had never come across anyone like her before he thought to himself ‘how, in this life, can anyone be so happy and carefree’ he had to admire her though, not too many people could have such a positive outlook on life, he certainly didn’t, however what the point of being happy when all there is in the world is suffering and despair.
“What make you all so sure that Raziel was the intended target?”
Everyone turned around to Face Viona, her blonde hair had been pulled over one shoulder, bruises still covered her neck and a small line could be seen across her cheek, she stood there holding the berretta she had taken earlier.
Fregillon looked at her puzzled “What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly what I said, what make you so sure that Raziel was the intended target”
“Well…” He paused, what Viona made sense, I mean Patris could be looking for revenge on him, he wouldn’t put it past him to try something like this.
“Point taken”
“So it is possible that they were after you.” Raziel pointed out
“Anything’s possible” Viona responded
“But then again.” Raziel looked at Fregillon “They could have been after you, I’m not the only one to piss people of.”
Fregillon didn’t respond. Raziel continued “Or perhaps it was you they where after Maiden, you’re not exactly an Angel are you?”
Viona stepped in “I sure we could all find reasons why people would want us dead, I suggest we take this big man suggestion, disappear out of sight and figure out what to do.”
“The name’s Flash, lady”
Viona ignored him “Where is this place then?”
“This way” Flash responded
Flash led them down the road and then turned right down a small alleyway, after about a minute, he stopped and pulled a heat grate from the side of the wall.
“In here, it leads to back of an abandoned building”
One by one they went through, Raziel first, sword drawn, followed by Viona, then Elfinlied, Maiden disappeared after her, Fregillon looked at Flash and a smile passed his lips “What a day, beaten, run over and blown up.” Once again we winced from the pain “What a day” and with that bent down and slipped threw the grate closely followed by Flash, who pulled the heat grate back into it original position.
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dont think ive been so interetsed in a story for quite some time now. 
but hey what can ya do.....................................(post more plzz)
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Thanks - I really appreciate it
any favourite characters yet?
oh - next chapter will welcome some of the baddies to the story - just a snip it for you - to keep you really interested
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a big fight always ends stories
and this one isn't anywhere near finished
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hmm fav charecter atm has to be the happy go lucky rainbowed haired elfinlied.the way you describe her as been totally out of place compared to the trench/long coat wearing vampires who are all so serius in the story so far makes her a fun charecter to read about.
her and the un-flinching angel of death himself...Raziel..
but once more charecters are introduced(i do love a good bad guy)...my mind might and prob will change.
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Chapter 9 will be attached in about 1.30 hours
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
The bullet exited the chamber of the desert eagle as the trigger was squeezed, it flew threw the air, turning due to the grooves inside the barrel, the bullet impacted a surface, it was soft and had no resistance passing through, however the next obstacle was of a stronger material, bone, still the bullet managed to pass through this and enter a gooey substance, the outer shell of the bullet started to separate into small shards which flew off in multiple directions and at high speed, the shards tore through brain, tissue, sinew and then embedded itself in the skull. The main shell continued to pass though the brain and out the other side finally impacting the back of the skull and exploding out of the back of the head, leaving nothing more then a large hole.
The man collapsed to the ground, his eyes still showing a surprised expression, his mouth, slightly open, blood flowed out of both holes and pooled across the floor.
A large black polished shoe stepped into the pool of blood, and twisted towards the body, a pair of pin stripped tailored trouser hung neatly over the top of he polished shoes, a matching pin stripped tailored suit jacket, tidily met the trousers roughly three quarters of the way up, a desert eagle was being held by a slightly tanned and slightly lined hand, the hand wasn’t old nor was it the hand of someone young, it was somewhere in the middle, the other hand was in the trouser pocket pulling the tidy jacket behind the arm ruffling it slightly. A white collar protruded ever so slightly over the collar of the jacket, the jacket itself was pulled to and fastened by two buttons on the front, it was a double breasted jacket with the jigger done up, a faux pocket on the upper left chest and the notched lapels coming down and stopping just above the top button holes. A plain jet black tie obscured the clean white shirt underneath, the shirt itself was a cuff linked shirt, the cuffs where pinned in place by two platinum skull, the eyes of the skull held a pair of brilliant fiery red rubies.
The left hand came out of his pocket and raised it to his pointy chin, he stroked his facial hair that formed part of his goatee, the facial hair followed the heavy stubble round his thin, tight lips and connected together under his sharp and lightly pointed nose. His frameless thin octagonal glasses on top this bridge of his nose, peering from the glasses where his dark brown eyes, they where slightly narrow and full of malice and hatred faint lines where showing underneath exhibiting further signs of his middle age, his forehead was showing signs of wrinkling and his hairline was high but his ebony black hair was still think and voluptuous, it had been pulled back in a ponytail falling shoulder height.
The man took another step threw the blood towards the body, this was followed again by another and another, the steps where small, uniformed, he stood over the body and looked at it, almost examining his handy work, the bullet wound, dead centre in the forehead, he raised the Eagle and pulled the trigger again, a further bullet left the grooved chamber and impacted the man in the chest, there was a dull thud and it penetrated the skin and muscle, blood oozed out of the wound, the black jumper slowly absorbing the thick crimson substance. The chamber emptied a second round from it casing and again the bullet found it mark, next to the other bullet just fired and once again this was followed by a dull thud and more blood, the man on the ground was already dead from the first bullet, but there was something pleasing and therapeutic about releasing your vengeance, a smile passed the mans thin lips.
He looked up, the room was large at least forty meters in length and twenty meters wide, the walls were made from metal, aluminium profile cladding to be exact held together by a steel frame that was then integrated into standard brick masonry. Steel poles had been erected upto six meters high and connected by more poles running at ten meters lengths, these length were applied every two meters high forming a large frame, poles where inserted across the breadth every three meters as well as vertically, connecting to the horizontal poles on the next level, a hives of rectangles formed once all the poles had been connected and reinforced aluminium mesh was slotted in the rectangles, creating shelves, the shelving units where place four meters apart from each other and ran the entire length of the building, after every ten meters, there where three meters gaps, creating gangways.
The man stood in the intersection of two joining gangways, around him where several other people, he turned to one of them, the man was skinny and ratty, he had a very thin face and a sharp pointed nose, his beady eyes starred at the man in fear.
“Get this piece of shit out of my sight”
“yes…yes sir” came the response
He ran over to the body and picked him up by the arms, blood dripped of the ratty man’s fingers as he dragged him off into the distance, a trail of blood followed.
The man being dragged off was the unlucky basterd to have to tell this clean, suit man, that they had failed to eliminate the targeted vampire in the pub, it shouldn’t have been that hard, throw the firebomb in and then watch everyone burn, it was too perfect, what he didn’t realise at the time was that there was more then one vampire present in that pub. He thought that maybe he could place the blame on someone or something else and decided to do just that, the result – a bullet in the head, needless to say the suited man was not impressed with the excuses made.
The florescent strip lighting that illuminated the metallic building reflected off the man’s glasses as he looked at the remaining people, he look was menacing, dark, broody.
“What do I pay you people for” Silence answered his question, he walked upto one the man, a short stocky fellow, he was no one then five foot seven inches, his t-shirt stretched out of shape around his bulk of a stomach, his breathing was heavy and short, we wheezed after every breath.
“Well?” the man looked down on the fat little man now in front of him.
“Umm…” He gulped, sweet beaded down his forehead
“I’m waiting”
“I…umm…I don’t know.” He murmured
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I quite heard you” his tone was precise, every accent was pronounced correctly.
“I don’t know” the response was a little more assertive
“I don’t know” the man walked away, taking slow steps, he kept muttering to him “I don’t know” his voice was getting slower and slower “I…don’t…know” he huffed, his breath being expelled from his nostrils, he turned back to them
“I pay you good money to run a few ‘simple’ errands and the response I get is I don’t know.” he kept his voice calm even though his face was turning a slight shade of scarlet
“What do you people take me for” his voice grew louder, angrier “a fucking idiot!!!”
Another man of the group piped up, his voice was bold, daring “It’s not our fault if they managed to escape – we did our job as you asked”
The suited man looked him and looked back at the floor, the pool of blood from earlier on ran just left of his shiny black polished shoes, a small smile passed his lips “You’re right” He nodded his head to agree with his statement “ You know what, you’re quite right you did exactly what I said” he watched as the trails of blood drizzled down a nearby drainage hole, the blood slowly swirled around the corroded iron grate. He turned his head slightly so he could see this man that would question his, he wore a pair of torn jeans which covered his steel toe capped boots, his black t-shirt hung loosely off his small and wiry body “You did exactly what I said, except for one thing.” He raised his right arm up, fully outstretched, clenched in his hand and turned on it side was the chromed desert eagle, he used his index finger to pull the trigger and send another bullet down the chamber, the bullet flew with grace again spinning in the air, and found it mark right in the middle of the man’s forehead, blood splattered in all directions some of it covering his gang mates, most of it fell harmlessly to the floor, creating a splatter pattern as it dispersed upon impact with the concrete. The man fell to his knees and then keeled over, a crumpled heap on the floor, blood flowed from the hole in his head running over his wide-open brown eyes and matting his shaggy hair.
The suited man lowered his arm and tugged gently at the bottom of his suit jacket to tidy it up slightly, he was still looked that the man he had just killed “You fucked up”
“Excuse me, Lord Patris” A voice called out from behind him, Patris turned around to face where the voice had come from, A man stood in front of him, like Patris he wore a tailored black suit, black tie, white shirt, polished shoes, however, the cufflinks on his shirt where different, he wore two ace of spades.
“Ahh… Icon, please tell me you have better news then these misfits”
Icon smiled and nodded
“Good, good” came the response from Patris “Come let’s get out of here, before I lose my temper again”
Icon looked firstly at the body slumped on the floor, the blood still oozing from bullet hole, the thick red substance was edged it was down and then joining with the other trail of blood that headed down towards the grate in the floor.
Icon didn’t always agree with the way Patris ran things, he was at the best of times, violently aggressive, highly demanding and could be a down right arsehole when he wanted to be, however, he had respect for him, he kept order and discipline even though it was with an iron fist, using fear and intimidation to get what he wanted but to get things done in the west sector, you had to be that way. Icon looked at his this person now next to him, he had known Patris for nearly fifty years and had come to consider him as a friend the only one Icon had, he distrusted everybody and everything, someone was always out to get you.
“Bad day at the office?”
Patris shook his head “Bunch of fucking morons, I should have than all killed”
“Do that and you will have no one else to do your errands, you know full well if you want something done you should do it yourself”
“Yeah and when I return I find some cocksucker think he’s better then me and try to take control of the city” he glanced over to Icon “No… I can’t take that risk”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you after him so badly”
“Knows too much, about me, this operation, everything and is too much of a liability to be left alive”
“What do you want me to do about it?”
“Get a merc clan in”
Icon looked at his friend, slightly amazed, slightly puzzled “You sure about this, there not cheap and they’re unpredictable, you’d be running quite a risk getting them in”
Patris didn’t respond; he was lost in thought, there was one clan he could call upon, they owed him a favour back when he part of the clan wars. After a minute of so, he glanced over to Icon “Contact a man known as Grim Tale, get him and clan to help you out…” Patris paused for a moment – “he owes me a favour”
Icon just nodded in agreement.
The two walked out of the building to a man wearing black suit, black shoes, black tie, white shirt, button cuffed this time and supporting a hard rimmed hat, we was standing in front of a jet black, metallic car, the window where shaded by a pitch black film that covered the windows. The car was over fifteen feet long running on twenty inch chromed alloys. The man walked over to the rear of the limousine and opened the door.
“Good evening sirs” Came the reply from the man
Patris ignored him and hunching down, disappeared into the vehicle, Icon nodded to him and followed Patris into the Limo. The man closed the door after Icon and walked around the front of the car, opened the drivers door and slide onto the seat, the keys where already in the ignition, he pressed a button on the side of the door and a screen between the front and the back of the car lowered
“Where to sir?”
Icon responded “L.A. Towers”
“Not a problem sir” he pressed the button in the opposite direction and raised the screen.
Icon turned to Patris “Everything will be taken care off, don’t worry about that and about tonight, everything is at hand”
“Thank you Icon, at least I can rely on you to do thing properly.”
The Limo pulled away from the curb and drove down the road and disappeared out of sight.
Machine gun sounds could be heard reverberating round inside the warehouse.
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More?? I really like it Raz, and by the way I love the way you portrayed yourself here.
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Raziel666
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Chapter 10
A light wind blew through Raziel’s black shoulder length matted hair. He was sitting on the angled roof of the building they enter a few hours ago, his long black trench coat flowing gently over the terra-cotta clay tiles that overlapped each other; two nails held the tiles in place and stopped them from slipping off the roof.
Raziel looked up at the night sky, the clouds had cleared and there was nothing above him except the stars, they shown in their own little light, all together and yet somehow… all alone, each one never being able to be close to the next one, a sorrow light, each sparkle a tear in the universe crying out or someone to notice it. Raziel felt a little like this, at least he use to a long time ago, he had seen too much to nowadays even care about it, he sometimes wondered if he was completely dead both inside and out, perhaps if was a defence mechanism, he had pissed off a few people in his undead lifetime and no doubt there was also a large bounty on his head should any one be brave enough to try. He lowered his gaze at the stars and drifted his attention down to the street below; the streetlamps dimly lighting the main road, the small amount of electricity required to power them giving off a gentle hum, they bathed the people below with something more then light, it gave them a sense of protection, something to scare the evil that lurked in the dark, the shops threw even more light from their window and re-enforcing the glow emanating from the lamps. The people walked around in their own little world, some where looking in the shop windows, other going home to loved ones, some walking down the road with their loved ones, there where people in suits, people in jeans and t-shirts, or dresses or skirts and tops, there were white and black people all wandering together, blissfully unaware of what the world really did hold, Raziel felt that it was better this was, the dark was a horror to behold for those who really knew about it.
Raziel looked at his watch, titanium with a perpetual date run by a tri-lithium battery – state of the art, the titanium band rapped tightly around his wrist, just above the bone, it was quite a thin watch, no more then quarter inch thick, 3.35pm, the slender hands pointed to the corresponding numbers. Raziel looked back across the terrace of houses, their chimneys’ black against the faint darkness, given it was mid summer, the sun’s eerie glow started to appear across the horizon, only really another hours or so before sun rise.
“Damn the night too short” Raziel whispered under his breath.
A voice came out from behind him, it was soft, almost a whisper “Don’t get frazzled now will you”
Raziel recognised the voice, Maiden, he smirked and gently shook his head “Yeah and whilst I’m at it, I’ll make sure to cross running water”
Maiden returned the smirk with a small smile, Vampires, unlike what the Hunter’s guide tells you, do not burn up on contact with sunlight, their skin is ultra sensitive to the light and burns very easily – on a hot sunny day a vampire’s skin might take only fifteen to twenty seconds before they start to show initial burns, second degree burns occur after about five minutes and first degree burns after roughly seven. No one really knows why this is; one speculation is that as Vampires prefer the cover of night to hunt and generally maintain their secrets, over generations, they have developed a reaction to photosynthesise, making them more susceptible to the ultra-violet radiation that the sun gives off. Given enough time, the hunters guide might become true, however, scientist state that if this where to happen and the likelihood is – it won’t, nothing will happen for at least another twenty to thirty generations. Other comedies from the handbook state that vampires can’t cross running water, a real joke amongst the Vampire culture, as most do prefer to bathe and keep clean. How about garlic – another handbook speciality – this actually does work, but not for the reasons you think – would you want to go near someone who reeks of garlic?
Stake to the heart – yeah – this does kill in the same way that ramming a stake through anyone heart would kill, so to do shotguns, knives, swords, bombs, speeding trucks and collapsing masonry. Yes, The handbook does state that Vampires are quick, fast to recover and strong – and this in part is very true, that said, knock a stone gargoyle off a church spire on to the head of a vampire and the effects will be pretty much the same as dropping a stone gargoyle on the head of a human – lots of blood, splintering bone, shattered stone, big gooey mess and one dead vampire.
So the next time you get your hand on a copy of the hunters guide to slaying vampires – remember that most of the book is full of shit and what is true kind of follows the basis rules to life.
Maiden stepped on to the roof of the building and sat a few feet away from Raziel, she gazed over the rooftops to the horizon line, Raziel didn’t bother looking at her.
“You know it always puzzled me” Maiden voice was clam and serene
“Which was?” The response was cold and distant
“Why you did it”
“Did what?” Raziel knew full well what she meant, but he was enjoying this moment
“Don’t play those games – I know them all to well, don’t forget I travelled with you for ten years”
“Eleven actually”
“There you go again, you always have to be right don’t you?”
Raziel didn’t respond, he didn’t really want this conversation; the past as far as he was concerned should stay in the past problem was Maiden wasn’t going to let this go, at least not without a fight.
Maiden continued to stare at the lightening horizon, it wouldn’t be long now before she ventured back indoors, back to the darkness, her mind wandered, wandered back into the past.
The aroma of the bitter ground coffee was heaven, A slender hand picked up a small white jug, a white thick liquid was inside; cream, she poured a little into her cup, her pink painted fingernail, rapped around the small handle, she watched as the creamed started to turn the almost black substance a lighter brown colour, she placed the jug back down with a gentle care, picked up a small spoon that was next to the white cup, placed in into the coffee and started to slowly spin the spoon round the rim on the cup, she watched as the light cream mixed with the dark brown coffee and turn it even lighter, the swirls slowly started to dissipate and blend, it was transfixing.
“Do you always stare at your coffee like this?”
“Sorry” The woman shook her head, slightly, coming back into reality “Really sorry, I was a million miles away”
“That much was apparent” The man gazed that this red headed beauty with his dark piercing blue eyes, his thick pulsating lips in a constant smile. His large strong hand picked up the small white cup, his fingers rapped around the cup, brought it to his lips and drank the coffee in one.
“Sarah, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah” she lowered her head just enough to allow her hair to fall over her face and hide her, she wasn’t use to people taking an interest in her, well not in a good way anyhow.
It didn’t go unnoticed “You like doing that, don’t you?”
“What”
“Hiding, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you scared of?”
“Nothing” Her response was quick and almost breathless
“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry”
She looked at him, he looked genuinely concerned for her, but why, he didn’t even know her.
“Why do you care so much? I mean you don’t even know me.”
A smile broke from the man’s face “I don’t like to see people unhappy, I suppose it just who I am, I always say you should be yourself and don’t let anyone change that.”
Sarah paused at that statement, be yourself, she could never be herself, she always had to be someone else in order to fit in somewhere. “What if you can’t be yourself, what then?”
The man thought to himself for a minute “Then I would ask, are you changing for you or for someone else”
The question caught Sarah unaware, its was a rather bizarre question to ask “umm…” Sarah looked down at her coffee, she hadn’t drunk any and this conversation was starting to make her feel a little uneasy, someone was delving into her psyche, perhaps he was trying to analyse her, she if she was good enough for the world, good enough for him maybe, she wasn’t sure, all she knew was, she didn’t want to be here.
“I’ve… I’ve gotta go, I’m sorry, I can’t be here, I’m really sorry, I’m…” Sarah hastily rose out of the chair, banging her knee on the underneath of the table, she winced from the shock of the pain, the coffee spilt over the rim of the cup, flowing onto the red and white chequered tablecloth. Sarah ran out of the front doors, making a left down the main street and quickly turned down a side alley, she leaned up against the wall, exhausted, trying to catch her breath, she wasn’t quite sure what she had just done, she kept thinking to herself ‘ why couldn’t I just give a straight answer’, she always knew she was a bit different, she was used to it, the ridicule, the torments, but was he just trying to be nice, get her to open up, she didn’t know, it scarred her to think that someone would want to her, maybe it was better if he forgot about her, she could fade away into the distance again, no one had to know her again.
The pain was still there, her leg was killing her, but she didn’t care, she turned and looked down the alley way, it was full of garbage bags, sunlight lit the alley allowing her to see then end of the passage, she limped down, her knee bursting shots of pain up her body, she managed half way down her thoughts still continuing to haunt her ‘why did he care so much’ or ‘did he have to be so bloody nosy’ the final one caught her though ‘Am I always going to be alone’ this though got stuck in her though, she stopped and leant against the wall ‘I’m always going to be alone… I really really am, who would want me.’ She felt a tear runs from the corner of her eye and down her thin cheek line ‘I’m just a freak and I know that no one will want me’ and with that though she collapsed onto the ground, head in her hands, sobbing.
A few minutes passed and Sarah hadn’t moved, in fact she hadn’t stop crying, the thought of being alone was just too much, the fact that a really great looking guy was just trying to be nice was just the icing on the bitter cake she hated it, what she was, why couldn’t she be like anyone else, it would be so much easier.
A shadow cast over Sarah, there was someone there, a mugger, murder or rapist maybe, she didn’t care, perhaps they would do her a favour, a strong masculine hand gently clasped her shoulder “I’m sorry, I didn’t to pry, didn’t mean to hurt you”
Sarah didn’t look at him, it was Stephen, the calm voice and strong demeanour, but why was he here, did he follow her, she couldn’t understand why, why would anyone want to follow her.
Her voice quivered “It’s wasn’t what you said, it’s what I thought. No one has ever wanted to show an interest in me.” She breathed in, her breath shuddering and her tears still falling, she still refused to show her face to him, she refused to let someone look at her in this vulnerable state.
“I’m showing you an interest” Stephen knelt down next to her, she turned her head slightly, still refusing to show her fragility.
“Why… Why would you even want to look at someone like me”
“Maybe I actually like you, I noticed you walk by the garage everyday and I know you always kept looking at me”
“But you are so…” Sarah lost her words again
“Go on” The voice was again soft and caring
“Good looking, you should be with someone that looks as good as you”
“Maybe I have found someone that I think is as good as I am.”
Sarah still couldn’t let herself be brought in by this man, he was too perfect, he was handsome and caring, he was to good for her. “Why would you want me?”
“Ever since I first saw you pass the garage, there was something about you, you’re different from the other women, you care more about personality then looks”
“How do you know that, how do you who what I’m like”
“Don’t know really, just a feeling I suppose”
Sarah slightly turned her head towards him, she wanted to look at him, hold him, and feel safe and secure, something she had never felt, maybe he really did care about her. She smiled and let slip a little laugh “A feeling? You want to be with me on a feeling?”
“Well, I don’t really know you, never really met you, so I have to go on something” He smiled
“A feeling it is then” She turned her head to look at him, he was smiling that radiating smile she enjoyed whenever she passed that garage.
“Come on, I still owe you that coffee” he looked passed her red swollen eyes and the smeared eye shadow and could see her and her glowing beauty.
“I’m sorry I look a mess”
“What mess?”
“You know what I mean” she knew he was just being nice
They both stood back up, he kept his gaze on her the entire way “Come on, lets get out of here”
They look a step and Sarah knee gave in, she started to fall and was caught by Stephen’s strong arms
“Sorry, I must have really hurt my knee when I smacked it against the table”
“Here, let me help” He placed his arm under her arms and allowed her to use him as a support. Together they walked down to the end of the alley was and disappeared out of sight.
Maiden continued to look at the rising sun until the light started to hurt her eyes, she turned to look at Raziel, his black hair slowly blowing in the gentle breeze, he eyes still focused straight ahead. Maiden stood up and walked back towards the open door on the roof, she was just about to walk in when she turned back to Raziel
“The past isn’t always as painful as you think, perhaps you would do well to remember your own” Maiden then disappeared into the darkness. Raziel though about her words for a few minutes before standing up himself and walking through the door, the rays of the sun rose to bring is light to the roof of the building, the morning had arrived.
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nelacar
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getting better with each chapter
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Raziel666
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Registration Date: 06-26-2008
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Chapter 11
The pulsating noise started to become irregular, beating faster and faster, trying desperately to cling on to its last moments in life, pulling the blood through its arteries, strong and harder, the blood flow was lessening, it had no knowledge of what was going on, only that its nourishment was being ebbed away at an alarming rate, the veins in the body working overtime to pump the blood into the right atrium, the atrium then pushing the de-saturated blood through the tricuspid valve and into the right ventricle. The ventricle collected the much-needed blood and pushed it through into the lungs. From the lungs the required oxygen was mixed into the blood whist removing the carbon dioxide and purifying the blood, ready to be pushed round the body. The blood entered the veins and immediately began to be pulled upwards, through the main jugular; it was impossible to fight against the pull, the haemoglobin was being sucked up through this main vein, it reached an opening and began to spurt though it at high velocity.
The blood breached the skin and poured down a slender neck, flowing down the front of her white cloth shirt, which was now stained a deep crimson, once the blood couldn’t absorb into the fabric any longer, it ran further down the v-necked shape shirt, passed over and in between her ample breasts, down past her stomach and until it reached the bottom of her top, there is formed into a droplet and fell to the ground with a dull splat. Drop after drop fell and formed into a puddle on the floor, her bare feet were kicking and sliding on the blood as she desperately tried to find her footing and wiggle herself free from her attacker. The tips of her blonde hair started turning a dull rusty red and started matting together and the blood started to twine itself in amongst the blonde, she cried, tears flowing from her deep blue eyes, her pale white face being stained black from her mascara as it ran down her slender cheek bones and passing her gentle ruby red lips. She only wanted one thing – to be with her mother, it was her fifteenth birthday today and it was going to be a big party, however, she had a fight, a major fight with her mother over the silliest little thing and she ran out of the house, all she wanted was to be held by her, loved by her, not to be here.
The grasper bit down even harder on her neck, she young girl let out a scream of pain, and a smile passed the young mans lips, he was enjoying this, the pain, the suffering, he knew how she felt, he knew the how this would end, he had been there; only he would give her the salvation he wasn’t granted. The salvation he once yearned, the salvation he begged for, the salvation his bitch of a sister wouldn’t give him, the sister who only cared about herself and not wanting to be alone in this world, the sister that would damn him for eternity in this body of undeath. A small amount of blood flowed out of his mouth and ran passed his thin nearly pointed chin, the blood contrasted against his ashen white skin, but then again so did his sapphire blue eyes and short curly blonde hair.
There was a further whimper came from the young girl and the young man withdrew his fangs from her neck and she slumped in his arms, exhausted and glad that it was over, maybe now he would let her go, let her back to her mother and never see this nightmare again.
“You do know that she is only about fifteen, if you lucky” the voice was soft yet firm
“Pure blood is always the best, you taught me that sis.” His reply was cold, calculated, there was a real intelligence about him.
“I taught you to survive, not to indulge in your young girl fantasies”
He smiled “Do I sense a touch of jealousy from my lovely older sister” he emphised the older, knowing that this would infuriate her, he found it fun to annoy her.
“How many more times do I have to say it - we’re twins you idiot, you know that, I was born like minutes before you” her purple eyes were glaring at him.
“Still make you older, those – doesn’t it”
“Grow up Lestat, I’m tired of this”
“I can’t – I’m dead, you made sure of that didn’t you Lys.”
“Oh my god, I can not believe you are bringing that up again, its been like what three thousand years ago, what do you expect, I was young, naïve and being chased by the senate, what do you expect” She stopped to gather her thoughts “Look, I didn’t want to leave you alone with no one, don’t forget mama and papa abandoned us and left us for dead, I raised you, looked out for you, got us food and shelter, I worked till my fingers bled for you, and when I was turned into this, I wasn’t going to leave you, no ever, so I brought you with me for eternity.”
Lestat looked at his sister “Do you really feel that way sis”
“How many times do I have to tell you, you mean more to me then anyone and I will kill anyone that would say otherwise.”
For all of Lestat’s mouthy antics he still relied heavily on her, she was right, every since they where in their early teens, she had looked after him and for all the aggravation he gave her, he loved her for it.
The twins where born and raised in Rome, which was still under the watchful eye of the great Caesar, the emperor of all of Rome, a powerful and mighty country, Rome looked to conquer all of the known world, Lys was born under the name Lysandra Alexandra Tiberius and Lestat was under the name of Marcius Octavius Tiberius, he changed it in the late twentyth century after a film about vampires, in fact he changed his whole aprearance to minic this Lestat, hair, dress sense, soft speech, he didn’t know what it was, but he like him and all the fun he had. He was going to carry this name forever.
The Tiberius family was strong, rich and powerful, a strong name and their father was an even stronger leader, however, we couldn’t risk this strenght bleeding into the ranks of lesser names and everyone according to Octavius Mercius Tiberius was lesser then he, His son who would named after him, his power and his greatness, would one day lead this family so Octavius himself could one day become Caeser, that was until one day his son desided that he didn’t want to fight hoards of men and die for some family honour. Octavius’s proudest possesion shattered in an instant, he tried to presuade the young man to change his mind, but the stubborn youth would have none of it. Octavius beat Mercius over and over again, each time shattering and breaking, Mercius would huddle into the corner, cowering from the rage his father would fly in everytime he saw his useless son, after the beating Lysandra would hold and cuddle him, whist he cried for being so weak, he wanted to be like the other boys, strong and loyal to family, carving a name for himself in the great roman history, but he couldn’t he didn’t want to fight and die. Everyday the same beating and everyday Lysandra would hold him and she herself would shed a tear, Marcius was slowly being beaten to death by his own father and there was nothing she could do about it.
This continued until Marcius turned thirteen, his father had stopped the beating two years ago and had now completely ignored his, as far as Octavius was concerned, Marcius ceased to be a part of the family, his mother was taken her own like the previous winter after Octavius lost his postion as head of the guards, forced out of their grand home and into a small squaller, they unded up living like peasents, something his mother could not face.
Octavius being a strong proud man, took up work as a blacksmith, he was going to work his way back up the ranks and back into a postion of power. Lysandra had grown into the starting of a beautiful teenanger, her hair was long and black, her hazel eyes escentuated her thin face and narrow cheek bones, she would help around the house, clean, cook and do everything that her mother had taught her, however, like her father she was strong of character and not afraid to answer back, several times being on the back end of her father’s hand.
It was during this summertime that thing changed, it was the Lysandra’s birthday and her father was busy getting everything perpared, this was going to be a special day for her. Lys tried to convince her father to hold one for Mercius, however, he would have none of it, he was to spend the day in the cellar, out of sight. The day came and went, her father threw a big party for her and left Mercius with the rats, Lysandra couldn’t help but notice how sad she felt without her brother by her side.
The night came and Mercius looked through the bars in the window looking up a the moon, he wished there was a way out of this, he hated it here and he hated his father, he just wished he would drop dead, the olny time he saw anyone was to brng up another keg of beer, no doubt so his father could wash away his memories of him. The moonlight shown on his face and he closed his eyes to listen to the sweet sounds of the night, the owls hooting, bats flying around in the tree, the high pitch scream of fear, panic and despration, that scream, he knew it, it was Lysandra, another high pitched wail emerged, panic and fear filled Mercius and he runsed to the door, he grabbled the handle, it opened, his father obvously forgot to lock it, another scream of pain, he quickly looked around the room, his father’s sword, perhaps he could now show his father what he was really made of, he grabbed it round the leather hilt and rushed up the stairs, the sounds where coming from her room, he ran to the door and could hear another person with her, was she being attacked, he gritted his teeth and kicked the door, the bolt snapped and the wood splintered round the lock, Mercius starred at the sight he saw, Lysandra was lying on the bed, her own father on top of her, Octavius looked surprisinly at his son “Get out, get out of here now!” he bellowed
“Mercius, please help me, please” her eyes were filled with tears, her face full of panic “Please….”
Mercius drew the sword and pointed it at his father “Get off her you sick bastard”
Octavius stood up and brought himself to his full six foot four inches height “You know nothing, you are not apart of this strong family and no one will taint it with scum blood, I warned you to get out, now do it or I will make sure that your sister becomes an only child”
The sword shook in Mercius’s hand, he was angry, angrier then he had ever felt, so angry that he, for the first time in his life, wanted to kill “No…” his voice was quiet, yet firm and resolved “No… you will not harm her, you will not harm my sister, you are nothing more then a sick bastard, brazened in a glory that you will never have.”
His father laughed “And let me guess, you’re gonna stop me” he burst out laughing “You feeble little shit, give it your best shot, and if you don’t, I will make sure that your sister truly knows what it means to be a woman”
Mercius screamed a high pitch wail and charged his father, bringing the sword over his head, he swung with all his might and brought the sword down, it his the stone floor with a clang, his father had just stepped a side, Mercius face was met with a large menacing fist, it knocked him back several feet and he fell to the ground, about him, his father, red faced, was standing over him, a menacing smile was plastered on his face, Mercius reached for the sword he had dropped, it wasn’t there, he had let go on the hilt when his father hat punched him, he had nothing to defend himself with.
“I am going to enjoy this, for years you have let me down, the son I never wanted, a weak pathetic feeble little boy I gonna do something I should have done years ago, end your pathetic excuse for a life” Octavius approached Mercius, his fists clenched, murder in his eyes, Mercius shuffled himself backwards, fear in his eyes, panic stricken, he didn’t want to die – not here and not now, then he hit something hard, cold and stone, it was the wall, he wasn’t going anywhere, his father approached slowly and twisted smile across his face, Mercius closed his eyes, waiting for the killer blow, then a loud scream followed by a sharp intake of breath and then a gasping cough, Mercius opened his eyes to find his father on his knees, blood pouring out of his mouth and his stomach, from out of his stomach was a large piece of pointed metal, the blade of a sword, his father’s sword, but how, his father slumped forward onto the stone floor, dead, the hilt of his sword protruding from out of his back, Lysandra standing over top of him, rage and tears filled her eyes, she was shaking from all the hatred she felt for him “Leave my brother alone” she spat at the lifeless corpse.
Mercius looked at her, he couldn’t believe when she had just done, he stood up walked over to her and embraced her in a hug, filled with emotions both twin sat back on the bed and cried – they had just killed their father, and it wasn’t tear of sadness, it was tears of joy and release.
Lestat smiled, it was true that Lysandra was always on the lookout for him, sometimes he just didn’t care for it “Say just out of interest where did you disappear the to other night?”
Lysandra looked at him for a minute then smiled “No where special, just…” She thought her words carefully “Out to have a little fun”
“Out to ruin someone’s life no doubt”
“Something like that”
Lestat looked at her sister, her jet black and midnight purple hair complementing those deep purple eyes, she still had her slender figure was accentuated by the tight leather corset she wore round her middle, the top of her perfectly formed breasts where pushed together for show, her short leather skirt allowed her to show off her long thin legs, her calf muscles toned and stopping just below the knee where her tight laced up boots.
“Lestat”
“Yeah?”
“You actually gonna let that girl go”
The girl smile to herself, she was soon going to go home and forget all this happened
“Yeah” Lestat smiled, he lifted her chin by the one hand, grabbed the top of the shoulder with the other and spun her neck around a full one hundred and eighty degrees, she fell in her own pool of blood, the small smile of home still on her face.
“That’s not quite what I meant”
“I know, but I didn’t want to give her the choice that I had to make all those years ago” Lestat smiled “And besides, we all know humans are just disposable resources”
“What do I do with you?”
“Praise me, hug me and then let me go and play” Lestat’s voice never deviated from his cool calculated demeanour.
“I do that anyways”
The both stepped over the body and headed for the front door of the abandoned house, standing at the entrance was a man in a pinstriped suit, he stared at the dead girl for a minute and looked at the twins “Lysandra, Lestat, Patris had requested that you came with me, he requires your help in a matter”
“What if we don’t want to help?” Lestat piped up
“We’ll help” Lysandra responded ignoring his brother
“Very good” came the reply from the suited man, he turned to walk out
“Icon.”
“What”
“Tell Patris, whatever it is, we will be even”
Icon nodded his head, with his back still to the twins, he walked out of sight
“What was that all about?” asked Lestat
“Nothing, just paying back an old debt, care to help?”
“Yeah, of course, whatever it is I’m sure the Family of Darkness can help”
“Yeah, let go get the rest of the family and tell the, to possible suit up for a fight”
Lestat nodded and the two walked out of the front of the house and disappeared into the darkness.
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07-21-2008 20:03 |
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Woah, really good, nice1 raz
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07-22-2008 09:55 |
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Raziel666
Double Ace
Registration Date: 06-26-2008
Posts: 146
Location: Caught in the Maelstrom
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Thanks
you sound almost surprised
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nelacar
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Registration Date: 11-07-2007
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i like i like lol.
good stuff.
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07-28-2008 21:43 |
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nope not suprised, just impressed
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07-29-2008 15:27 |
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Illania
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Registration Date: 03-18-2009
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Back by some demand - And yeah - it is me - Raziel - new name - same old me
Sorry it's taken ages - writers block is a bitch - hope you enjoy
Chapter 12
“You have got to be fucking kidding me” came the blurted expletive out of Fregillon mouth “They could have been after you or anyone else for that matter”
“True, true, but I think you are the most likely target, well you and Raziel anyway, I haven’t done anything to piss anyone off” The cool response came from Elfinlied
“Elfinlied, we have no real way of knowing who they where after” Flash replied
“No, No hold on mate, lets see what else she has to fucking say, she wants to accuse me of nearly getting us all killed, I want to hear what else she had to fucking say”
“Look, you where working for a crime boss, and not just anyone, it was the top brass, Raziel said it himself before all this happened, so perhaps you pissed him off of something, I don’t know, you just seem to be the most likely suspect and you always have to….” She cut her sentence short seeing that Fregillon eyes had turned bloodshot with rage.
“Always have to what?” His voice you quiet, slow and full of anger
“Umm…” she didn’t want to answer him.
Flash stepped in “Fregillon, look getting angry won’t solve anything”
“No but ripping her little fucking spiky head off her shoulder will do” he curled his lip in a sort of half smile.
A voice responded from an entrance way at the back of the room “Lay a finger on her and I will personally make sure that the thing you like to call a manhood is painfully and slowly removed and stuffed down your neck, do I make myself clear”
Fregillon looked at the figure in the doorway, he threw his hands up and shrugged his shoulders “Fine, whatever, I don’t really give a shit anymore”
Elfinlied bounced over to the figure in the darkness “Thanks Maiden, I owe you one” She rapped her arms around the red headed beauty and gave her a mighty hug.
Viona stood up, tugging her tight jeans down a little “Look we are all suspects here as to who the attacker was after, for all we know it could be a couple of people, I mean, you have Raziel, I think most of L.A. is after him for one reason or another, then you have Fregillon, your mouth runs faster then anything I know, Maiden…”She paused for a minute “There is your attitude problem and I pretty sure that Raziel hasn’t been your first target for Vampire Hunters eh?”
Maiden clinched her fists but stayed quiet, Viona continued “What about you Flash, what have you done”
Fregillon stepped in “Flash has done nothing, he was only turned a short time ago and what about you, your so fucking quick to judge everyone else, they could be after you”
Her voice remained calm “Would it surprise you to know that I am no different then Flash, I was turned about six months ago, however my demon are before that time, Flash could be no different”
“He’s not like that, are you Flash?”
Flash just looked at the ground, Fregillon looked at him “Flash? …” he paused “So what’s you past troubles then?”
Flash looked at him “Nothing, I’ve done nothing, it’s just…” He paused, a sadness filled his heart “I just want to know who killed my partner, that’s all I live for now.”
Fregillon looked at Flash with concern and turned back to Viona “See, so that rules out Flash and as far as the killer goes, I said I would help him out.”
“The facts still haven’t changed, anyone one of us could have been the target, any one of us could have at some point in time pissed off the wrong person”
“That’s true Viona, but remember that in the end the light will always purge the darkness” The voice was deep, still calm. Viona turned round to face Raziel.
“You really are an enigma rapped in a riddle, covered by a question aren’t you?”
Raziel for once had the puzzled look “Pardon?”
“It’s nothing, forget I said anything” Viona’s hands where placed in her pockets, fiddling with the piece of paper. Her thought’s started to wander ‘How did he know her captor, he doesn’t seem like the sort of person that would associated with those types of people’ This thought plagued her, he was gonna have to ask, but not know, later, yes, definitely later.
“Yo Raz, what did you and Maiden talk about, getting all smoochy up there eh?”
“I think not” came the immediate reply from maiden, Raziel smiled to himself.
Flash piped up “What about this firebomb, anyone have any more ideas on the where it would come from.”
Silence reverberated around the room, no one really had any idea, it could have been any one, too many suspects, too little time to eliminate them all.
“One things I still don’t get” Fregillon stepped up “how did someone know we would all be there, I’m mean, we couldn’t have all been followed, could we?”
“Eh? Duh, you dip, like we first said, they were only after like one of us.” Elfinlied sarcasticness returned.
“Shut the fuck up!” The response was immediate.
“Wow, problem much.”
Viona stood there with one hand on her forehead, listening to the bickering of the two, the insults, the comments, they where like two little kids, it was enough to give anyone a headache.
“Would you two please, please just shut up.” Her voice was calm, steady and quiet, Viona looked at the two of them. They paused and looked back with puzzled expressions on their faces, but they were silent
“Right…” Viona Paused “In order to figure anything out, we need to trim down the suspects and to do that we need to retrace our steps.
“Literally?” Elfinlied immediately clamped her hands over her mouth and mumbled an apology; Viona ignored her outburst
The Blonde haired beauty continued “What Fregillon said might not be as far from the truth as possible, it is foreseeable that one person is behind all of this. We have to eliminate all the people in this room without connections to people who would want us dead.”
“Lay a finger on me lady and I’ll rip you fucking head off, ain’t no one eliminating me!” Fregillon blurted at Viona.
“You stupid F…” Viona closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in deeply, in nothing else to stop her hit the complete idiot, she composed herself “Not quite what I meant, we need to rule out people that have no connections to say for example crime lords, drug barons, people with power, that sort of thing – you follow.”
The response was mainly blank stares with the exception of Maiden and Raziel who looked at each other and smiled.
“Well hey look lady, I’m new to this, so I ain’t done nothin’.” Flash piped
“Don’t be too sure about that darling” The voice was new in the room. Everyone turned around to see where it came from, standing there was a tall female, at least six feet, her long purple and black hair swirled about her slender body. Her composure was calm, sedate, she worn a tight black leather corset, which met a very short leather skirt, she thighs were toned and muscular, and rippled down to her black knee-high boots.
“Who the fuck are you? A jacked up whore on Halloween?” Fregillon snorted
The woman ignored him and looked straight at Raziel
“Why do you allow yourself to deal with such petty little commoners? You are far above them you know” Her voice was soft, seductive.
“Really?” Raziel raised his eyebrows
“Oh come on now, I’ve been following you for nearly five hundred years, you don’t think a gal wouldn’t get to know you in that time do you?”
Everyone looked at Raziel.
“Five hundred years…” Elfinlied mouthed “Five hundred…” she couldn’t believe it
Fregillon however has able to finish what she wanted to say “Fuck me man, Five hundred fucking years old, you old basterd, even I didn’t think you where that old”
A polite sigh came from the woman “You people really are pathetic and narrow minded aren’t you” she didn’t even bother to raise a tone in her voice, this was now boring her.
“I do not believe that everyone has been along for as long as you or Raziel, I believe that it just comes as a shock as you do not look over twenty-five – obviously some of us have a lot to learn.” Viona commented at this dark haired beauty
“Finally, someone with some respect…”
Raziel stepped in “Ok look cut the crap, what do you want; this conversation crap is staring to bore me.”
“What makes you so sure that I want anything.”
“Hmm… let me see, Leader of the Family of Darkness, three thousand year old vampire, raised in Rome, if I’m correct, where is your sidekick otherwise known as Le Stat, still out chasing the young girls, that boy needs to grow up.”
“Leave Le Stat out of this” She answer through gritted teeth, and then re-changed he demeanour “Other then that, well done on the homework” She smiled
Maiden responded in the background “Who are you then? You know so much about us? Yet we know nothing about you?”
“No love, I know nothing about most of you, your nothing, brought to this life in a moments passion, left sculling the earth like a parasite, lost and forever roaming, I don’t want to know you. Raziel… not you are different, what is someone once said about you, oh yeah…” the edge of her midnight purple lips curled “A riddle rapped in a puzzle. Quite true if you ask me. Who am I; he knows” She exclaimed nodding her head towards Raziel.
Once again everyone turned to face him. “That is…”
“The fucking bitch that killed her” The outburst was full of hatred and malice, everyone turned to find Flash, his eyes where bloodshot red, his muscles bulging, the tear mark where appearing in his chequered shirt “Now I’m gonna kill you!!!”
He ran towards her fist raised, with in less then a second he had traversed the entire length of the of the room, his fist came down and met squarely against her chest. The Dark haired woman was sent flying through the air and came to a sudden stop impacting the wall, she crumpled to the ground, the stone work behind her caved in and crumbling.
Flash didn’t stop, and other loud scream of anger and other charge to attempt to finish her off, his foot came round for a strong kick to her head, however, it never landed, instead it was him that got flung the though the air, impacting one of the stone support pillars, the impact was followed by a loud crack as well as stone dust and debris, as the dust settled, Flash was unconscious, the stone pillar has been completely destroyed.
“Touch my sister again, and I’ll kill you.” A boy of no more then sixteen stood in front of the woman on the floor, his blonde hair matted, we wore ruffled clothing that looked to be dated from the nineteenth century, he bend town and carefully helped her up. Blood was dripping from the side of her mouth.
“Thanks” she mutter “Lets get out of here.” She turned to Raziel “This isn’t over darling, you just wait and see, I promise you that.” The pair started to walk out the opening of the doorway, she stopped “oh one more thing, keep that thing on a leach next time, play things don’t bite” She gave a quick smile and the pair disappeared.
“Raziel, lets get the fuckers, I ain’t gonna take being pushed around like that, are you?” Fregillon demanded
“Leave it Fregillon, it’s not worth it, there will be another time, I suggest you see to Flash, I think he will need you help, and some explanation as to what happened.” Maiden responded
Fregillon nodded, he actually for once saw then sense she was making. He rushed over to help his friend.
“Raziel, Maiden, I’m confused, I too was only turned no more then six months ago, what happened, I mean Flash seemed to be the really quiet type.”
“It’s complicated…”Maiden said “All vampires have a sort of dormant ability, or a power or something, I don’t really know what it is, but it is in our blood when we really need it. It will tend to ‘activate’ when we are at the most extreme of emotion, rage and searing hatred rather then just anger, the deepest depression rather then just sadness, it hard to say exactly what triggers it, Flash’s was trigger by the hatred he felt for that woman, why?, I do not know, I will find out though, Vampire ‘powers’ can be increase strength, toughness, speed and there are others, I know Raziel uses his power to absorb these and use them to his own use, As you learn these ‘powers you will be able to control them more and soon they will become second nature, reason why that little boy could throw Flash forty feet and through a stone pillar.”
Viona looked are her “Ok… I think I get it and I think that I have seen something of this power with myself, I felt that I could move faster then the wind itself… but that was only because…” She paused, not wanting to finish the sentence.
Elfinlied walked over Raziel, Maiden and Viona “Who where those two, man they had some serious chip on the shoulder issues.”
Maiden glanced at Raziel “Who where those two, they seemed to know you rather too well”
Raziel glanced back at her and then re-averted his gaze back to the empty door “Too well…indeed”
“Well Raziel who where they”
He paused and without moving his gaze from the door “Lysandra and Le Stat”
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Raxis
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Hmm I'm not so much into this. Sorry Raziel. It's well written, but it just doesn't have the hook I'm looking for... still it's a nifty piece
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Illania
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Thats the great thing about stories
even though it not to everyones taste - it still generates debate
Thanks for the Honesty
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Mortis
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Reread again as it was quite time ago you post your last.. so far I like it.. if you have more chapters post them.
Thx
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