Preston couldn’t see where he
was going in the dark. He couldn’t see the man laying on the ground
until he’d stumbled over him and went flying into the concrete. He
looked closely; it was the man from the nightclub! And he seemed hurt.
He pulled him up and hoisted him over
his shoulder. It was only three blocks to Preston’s apartment so he
carried him there. Once he got inside, he laid the man on the couch and
covered him with a blanket. He didn’t know what else to do, he
contemplated calling an ambulance for the man who looked beyond sick,
but he didn’t know if he should considering what he thought the man was.
Preston could be indecisive any longer, he felt himself being grabbed
similarly as he was in the nightclub and the same fangs being sunk into
his flesh. He was only in the desert, in his mind, moments before
snapping back out and sitting back on his heels. The man’s eyes were
closed, but he licked his lips.
“Hello?” Preston asked, his hand over the blood that
trickled lightly from his own neck.
The man’s eyes flew open. He jumped as if he was
startled upon seeing Preston there. He looked around himself nervously.
“I’m sorry. I took you here because you were just
lying outside on the ground. Are you ok?”
“Who are you?” The meek, but rough voice came from
“My name is Preston.” He paused before asking,
“What’s your name?”
There was a silence, which was quite awkward for
Preston. He asked Alec, “Did you have enough blood?”
Alec jumped up off the couch and stared Preston in
the eyes. “How do you know about… about that?”
“You bit me twice.”
around nervously again, and spun quickly for the door. Preston, on
instinct, reached out and grabbed his clothes. Instead of catching Alec
like he was sure he would be able to do, he just went flying into the
wall beside the door as the apparently super strong vampire made a swift
exit. He flinched at the pain in his now slightly injured head, and
looked up to see that his door had been broken through and there was no
longer any sign of the vampire Alec.
the chair, flying into the table. It was hit with such a force that the
table legs collapsed as well, leaving just a single pile of wood on
Agustus’ kitchen floor.
“Argh!” He exclaimed, kicking at the wood. It flew
through the room, ricocheting off the wall into the sink. He
couldn’t believe that Alec was still alive. After killing his sister
Agatha, and hiring his vampire associate to kill Alec, he was sure that
they both passed on to the next life. But no, his associate had failed.
Had failed! And his only task was to kill a fledgling no less!
couldn’t get too mad. It wasn’t the associate’s fault that he’d gotten
caught by a hunter and killed. But still, if Agustus had a choice, he’d
rather be the one sinking a knife into the heart of his associate. But
now he had to kill Alec himself. What a drag. It would be so easy; it
wouldn’t even be any fun. Even with the hunters running around like they
were that night wouldn’t make it any more alluring than it already
wasn’t. He sighed to himself. He decided he would have mercy on his
destroyed kitchen table and hang out at the vampire bar for awhile. That
would at least be a little interesting to hear the latest gossip about
what hunters wounded which vampires. At least he’d get in a good laugh
The moment he
walked into the bar, however, he knew he could have much, much more fun
than he’d originally thought. Because standing at the bar was a
wonderful, interesting red headed creature who called herself Lenaye.
She was a hunter. She was the type of mortal who would stand beneath the
“no human” sign that hung on the wall, casually licking her teeth and
pursing her lips at the vampires that walked by. Why? Because every
single vampire in the building knew she could kill them in less than a
second if they dared look at her wrong. Everyone except Agustus that
was. That was where his fun came in.
“Hey darling.” He drawled to her, leaning beside her
against the bar. Despite his unexpected appearance, her facial features
showed no shock or fear. Only resentment.
“Call me that again and you just might lose an
important body part.” She threatened, her fingers casually gracing the
top of the handle on her sheathed dagger, as if it were merely a habit
by now to pull it out. Which it probably was by then, she'd been a
hunter for many years now- and the one most known to be crueler than
others. She had the most kills on her record and every vampire in that
area knew it.
“What, my tongue?” Agustus asked.
She grinned and turned around in response, ordering
a drink from the bar. The vampire bartender looked nervously from one to
the other, knowing only luck would leave him alive if the two began to
It took Agustus a second to realize what she had
meant. He glared; his pride wounded that she’d outwitted him so quickly.
He came up behind her, placing his arms around her
and his palms on the bar. He pressed his stomach against her back so
that she could do little more than squirm. But she didn’t try and get
away, she knew she was trapped but she only casually glanced over her
shoulder at the menacing vampire. “Careful who you mess with, little
“I’ll be sure to tell all my little girlfriends to
stay away from you.” She
too much. But he couldn’t kill her; he had his business with Alec to
care for first. He let her go, and spun her around to face him. “You’re
lucky I have something more important to do than turn you into a shish
kabob of sorts.” He turned his back to leave the bar. “Don’t be here
when I get back, or you’ll be very sorry.”
|16 Aug 2004|| Goddess|
Ok i have no idea why that comment came out weird...Oh well...IM GOING TO READ YOUR OTHER STORIES NOW...
|16 Aug 2004|| Goddess|
No comments? weird<grins>...well I just wanted to congratulate you on another good story...bravo!<claps>
FAIR WINDS BE YOURS!
|14 Dec 2006|| Velvet_Emo_Goth <mist|
Wow. This a great story. I had me o the edge of my chair lol
|25 Nov 2008|| David of Valio|
ha i love these stories