Post by laura on Sept 13, 2007 23:17:20 GMT -5
“Nuh-nuh-no!” I stuttered weakly. “Duh-don’t want… evil… li-like you.” I looked up at what I understood to be a vampire, pleading with my eyes. Kill me, do whatever you want with me, just don’t make me like you. I silently willed him, knowing fully well that vampires could not read minds.
“I’m afraid, sweetheart, you don’t have a choice. Do you know how we “bastard plagues upon humanity” as you put it, turn humans?” He asked, standing and pacing around my body. “First, they have to have a wound of some sort.” He looked down and smiled evilly. “In your case, I think it’s covered. Then, we have to wound ourselves.” One of his retractable claws came out, and quicker than my eye could follow, he slashed it across the palm of his hand. “Then,” he whispered, “we press the wounds together, and allow my blood to pump into your veins, where my vampiric cells will begin the job of eating your human ones, and reproducing themselves. You won’t be a fully-fledged vampire for awhile, but I think being only half of one will suit you just fine.” With that, he pressed his hand to my back, and I could almost feel the way his cells were killing mine.
Fire surged through my veins, and beautiful colors swam my eyes. I felt weak, yet at the same time, stronger than ever. In pain, but more at ease than I had ever known before. Every scent was apparent to my, every sound as sharp as if it was right next to me. I could sense the life around me, as if the very presence of something living gave off its own glow. The once dark alley seemed nearly as bright as day.
And I blacked out.
*****
“Finally decided to wake up, eh?” A voice snapped. I opened my eyes, then quickly squeezing them shut, the bright light almost blinding me.
“Please…” I heard myself mutter. “Turn the light off. Too… bright”
“Listen, sleazebag. I don’t take orders from murderers. So, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. What’s it going to be?”
“It’s not going to be either, ass hole. You’re going to turn the light off before I turn it off for you, and then you’ll tell me where the hell I am and what I’m doing here. Okay?” Before I could say another word, someone reached over and slapped me hard across the face.
Ooh, naughty, naughty. You shouldn’t talk to police officers like that, Laura.
“Do you even know how much I want to throttle you right now? I’ll give you a clue, vampire killer. One of your victims? She was my sister. How could you have done that? An innocent little girl, with her whole life ahead of her! I’ll tell you how. It’s because you’re scum.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, holding my head in my hands. “I didn’t kill anyone.”
You shouldn’t lie to him, Laura. Remember that “Damn bastard” you and Seth shot last night?
“Fine. You’ll talk better with the light off? I’ll turn the bloody thing off. There was some grumbling about having to wait until “bloody one in the morning” just to interrogate another ass hole, who would be better put to use in an electric chair, before the light clicked off. Slowly, I opened my eyes, sighing in relief as I saw the room sufficiently dimmed. “I don’t know why you wanted it like this.” He muttered. “I can’t see a thing.”
“That’s odd.” I told him. “I can see fine.” My headache was fading too, greatly improving my mood.
“Alright, if you can see so great, recognize this guy? He was found on the ground next to you, dead, after an anonymous tip we received.” The man I talked to was tall, about six-two, and his face was bright red. You could see by the broken veins in his nose that he drank a lot of alcohol, and was possibly an alcoholic. He slid a photo across the table, and the laugh about to escape froze on my lips as I saw who it was.
“No, it can’t be! The sun… it was… the body…”
“Ah! So you do know this guy! Why’d you kill him?” He sat back in his chair, clearly pleased he’d managed to extract this information from me.
“I’m not telling you another word until you tell me who you are, and where I am.” I barked, attempting to stand up and cross my arms indignantly. It was only then I realized I was handcuffed to the chair I sat upon.
Struggling to hold back a laugh, the guy pulled out a flashlight, and rummaged around in a bag beside him, pulling out some sort of i.d. Agent Richard Skylar, F.B.I. You’re in one of our interrogation rooms.”
“In that case, I demand a lawyer and my one phone call. What? What’s so funny, I know my rights!”
Wiping what appeared to be a tear away, ‘Dick’ looked at me like I was crazy. “You certainly do. And one of them is the right to remain silent. So please, invoke it.”
“That’s not what I meant, ass”
“I know that. Here.” He pushed a phone across the table, looking at me like I was expected to make my call with him sitting there. “Well?”
“Am I not entitled to a little privacy?” I asked, slowly picking it up.
“Nope.”
Rolling my eyes, I dialed the number, eagerly awaiting my friend to pick up.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
“Hello?”
“Tara! Thank God you picked up. We… We’ve got a bit of a problem here.”
“Laura? Fuck, it’s two in the morning, what is it?”
“It’s…” I paused, looking over to before whispering into the phone, “code 4456, and 4485.”
“Laura, don’t be an ass. You know I don’t do codes.”
“Killed a vamp, partner shot me, blacked out, body was found, got arrested. Now, if that was clear enough for you, would you please call the network and get your asses down here?”
“Why didn’t you just say so? Of course, we’ll be right down.”
Click came the sound of the receiver being put down. I placed mine on the receiver as well, and sat down, turning to face .
“Now, where’s my lawyer?”
"Sleeping. It's two in the fricking morning."
"I'm not saying a word until he gets here." I said stubbornly, holding my head high.
"Look, Laura, was it? We-"
"Hold on a second." I interjected, a puzzled look on my face. "How do you know my name?"
"The guy who called in told us. Why?"
"You don't find that even the littlest bit suspicious?"
"No. Now, as I was saying, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You can tell me why you killed those people, or you can rot in a federal prison."
"Don't you think that's just a little cliche? we can do this the easy way or the hard way? Come on." I could tell he had really thought he was something when he had said that, and my two sense had really ticked him off.
"Now, on the phone to your friend, what was it, Tara? You said something about "killing a vamp?" What was that?"
"Yes, I killed a vampire, but I'm not the vampire murderer that plagued the city! He was!"
"So. You did kill someone."
"Didn't you listen to a thing I just said?"
"Yes, actually, I did. Now answer the question please."
"Yes." I sighed, looking into a corner of the bleak cell.
"Why?"
"I already told you why!"
"Because he was a vampire? You do realize that they don't exist?"
"They do too..."
"Whatever. Now, this partner of yours. You said he shot you?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I dunno, something about killing his brother."
"The vampire."
"Yes."
"Ah. You do realize, Laura, that there's not a mark on you?"
"What?" I looked down, and only then did I realize that he was right. Not only was there not a mark on me, all the blood was gone. "How?"
Ah, clever girl. You finally figured that bit out. Now, what do you think happened last night?
"Shut... up." I told the voice, getting tired of its input.
"What?" looked at me incredulously, as if I was actually talking to him.
"Nothing."
"Who is "the network"? A cult of some sort?"
"No." I snapped. I was really getting tired of this guy.
"What is it?"
"An internet organization I belong to."
"Bring it up." He pulled a laptop out of his bag and pushed it across the table at me.
"Fine." I typed in the URL and logged in, praying he didn't notice the "kills:" section. "There you go."
"You have got to be kidding me." He muttered, staring at the screen "Vampire Hunters United? What the Hell is this?"
"The network" I said smugly.
"Kills to date? What?"
"How many vampires you have under your belt." I sighed. "See, I've got nine."
"So you are a murderer."
"No, I'm a slayer. There's a difference."
"A slayer of what, pray tell?"
"Vampires."
"You know what Laura? I don't think you should be in jail."
"You don't?" I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back, happy to have this ordeal over with.
"No. I think you need to be committed!"
"What?" I yelled, jumping to my feet,
“I’m afraid, sweetheart, you don’t have a choice. Do you know how we “bastard plagues upon humanity” as you put it, turn humans?” He asked, standing and pacing around my body. “First, they have to have a wound of some sort.” He looked down and smiled evilly. “In your case, I think it’s covered. Then, we have to wound ourselves.” One of his retractable claws came out, and quicker than my eye could follow, he slashed it across the palm of his hand. “Then,” he whispered, “we press the wounds together, and allow my blood to pump into your veins, where my vampiric cells will begin the job of eating your human ones, and reproducing themselves. You won’t be a fully-fledged vampire for awhile, but I think being only half of one will suit you just fine.” With that, he pressed his hand to my back, and I could almost feel the way his cells were killing mine.
Fire surged through my veins, and beautiful colors swam my eyes. I felt weak, yet at the same time, stronger than ever. In pain, but more at ease than I had ever known before. Every scent was apparent to my, every sound as sharp as if it was right next to me. I could sense the life around me, as if the very presence of something living gave off its own glow. The once dark alley seemed nearly as bright as day.
And I blacked out.
*****
“Finally decided to wake up, eh?” A voice snapped. I opened my eyes, then quickly squeezing them shut, the bright light almost blinding me.
“Please…” I heard myself mutter. “Turn the light off. Too… bright”
“Listen, sleazebag. I don’t take orders from murderers. So, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. What’s it going to be?”
“It’s not going to be either, ass hole. You’re going to turn the light off before I turn it off for you, and then you’ll tell me where the hell I am and what I’m doing here. Okay?” Before I could say another word, someone reached over and slapped me hard across the face.
Ooh, naughty, naughty. You shouldn’t talk to police officers like that, Laura.
“Do you even know how much I want to throttle you right now? I’ll give you a clue, vampire killer. One of your victims? She was my sister. How could you have done that? An innocent little girl, with her whole life ahead of her! I’ll tell you how. It’s because you’re scum.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, holding my head in my hands. “I didn’t kill anyone.”
You shouldn’t lie to him, Laura. Remember that “Damn bastard” you and Seth shot last night?
“Fine. You’ll talk better with the light off? I’ll turn the bloody thing off. There was some grumbling about having to wait until “bloody one in the morning” just to interrogate another ass hole, who would be better put to use in an electric chair, before the light clicked off. Slowly, I opened my eyes, sighing in relief as I saw the room sufficiently dimmed. “I don’t know why you wanted it like this.” He muttered. “I can’t see a thing.”
“That’s odd.” I told him. “I can see fine.” My headache was fading too, greatly improving my mood.
“Alright, if you can see so great, recognize this guy? He was found on the ground next to you, dead, after an anonymous tip we received.” The man I talked to was tall, about six-two, and his face was bright red. You could see by the broken veins in his nose that he drank a lot of alcohol, and was possibly an alcoholic. He slid a photo across the table, and the laugh about to escape froze on my lips as I saw who it was.
“No, it can’t be! The sun… it was… the body…”
“Ah! So you do know this guy! Why’d you kill him?” He sat back in his chair, clearly pleased he’d managed to extract this information from me.
“I’m not telling you another word until you tell me who you are, and where I am.” I barked, attempting to stand up and cross my arms indignantly. It was only then I realized I was handcuffed to the chair I sat upon.
Struggling to hold back a laugh, the guy pulled out a flashlight, and rummaged around in a bag beside him, pulling out some sort of i.d. Agent Richard Skylar, F.B.I. You’re in one of our interrogation rooms.”
“In that case, I demand a lawyer and my one phone call. What? What’s so funny, I know my rights!”
Wiping what appeared to be a tear away, ‘Dick’ looked at me like I was crazy. “You certainly do. And one of them is the right to remain silent. So please, invoke it.”
“That’s not what I meant, ass”
“I know that. Here.” He pushed a phone across the table, looking at me like I was expected to make my call with him sitting there. “Well?”
“Am I not entitled to a little privacy?” I asked, slowly picking it up.
“Nope.”
Rolling my eyes, I dialed the number, eagerly awaiting my friend to pick up.
Ring… Ring… Ring…
“Hello?”
“Tara! Thank God you picked up. We… We’ve got a bit of a problem here.”
“Laura? Fuck, it’s two in the morning, what is it?”
“It’s…” I paused, looking over to before whispering into the phone, “code 4456, and 4485.”
“Laura, don’t be an ass. You know I don’t do codes.”
“Killed a vamp, partner shot me, blacked out, body was found, got arrested. Now, if that was clear enough for you, would you please call the network and get your asses down here?”
“Why didn’t you just say so? Of course, we’ll be right down.”
Click came the sound of the receiver being put down. I placed mine on the receiver as well, and sat down, turning to face .
“Now, where’s my lawyer?”
"Sleeping. It's two in the fricking morning."
"I'm not saying a word until he gets here." I said stubbornly, holding my head high.
"Look, Laura, was it? We-"
"Hold on a second." I interjected, a puzzled look on my face. "How do you know my name?"
"The guy who called in told us. Why?"
"You don't find that even the littlest bit suspicious?"
"No. Now, as I was saying, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. You can tell me why you killed those people, or you can rot in a federal prison."
"Don't you think that's just a little cliche? we can do this the easy way or the hard way? Come on." I could tell he had really thought he was something when he had said that, and my two sense had really ticked him off.
"Now, on the phone to your friend, what was it, Tara? You said something about "killing a vamp?" What was that?"
"Yes, I killed a vampire, but I'm not the vampire murderer that plagued the city! He was!"
"So. You did kill someone."
"Didn't you listen to a thing I just said?"
"Yes, actually, I did. Now answer the question please."
"Yes." I sighed, looking into a corner of the bleak cell.
"Why?"
"I already told you why!"
"Because he was a vampire? You do realize that they don't exist?"
"They do too..."
"Whatever. Now, this partner of yours. You said he shot you?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I dunno, something about killing his brother."
"The vampire."
"Yes."
"Ah. You do realize, Laura, that there's not a mark on you?"
"What?" I looked down, and only then did I realize that he was right. Not only was there not a mark on me, all the blood was gone. "How?"
Ah, clever girl. You finally figured that bit out. Now, what do you think happened last night?
"Shut... up." I told the voice, getting tired of its input.
"What?" looked at me incredulously, as if I was actually talking to him.
"Nothing."
"Who is "the network"? A cult of some sort?"
"No." I snapped. I was really getting tired of this guy.
"What is it?"
"An internet organization I belong to."
"Bring it up." He pulled a laptop out of his bag and pushed it across the table at me.
"Fine." I typed in the URL and logged in, praying he didn't notice the "kills:" section. "There you go."
"You have got to be kidding me." He muttered, staring at the screen "Vampire Hunters United? What the Hell is this?"
"The network" I said smugly.
"Kills to date? What?"
"How many vampires you have under your belt." I sighed. "See, I've got nine."
"So you are a murderer."
"No, I'm a slayer. There's a difference."
"A slayer of what, pray tell?"
"Vampires."
"You know what Laura? I don't think you should be in jail."
"You don't?" I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back, happy to have this ordeal over with.
"No. I think you need to be committed!"
"What?" I yelled, jumping to my feet,
