Not So Immortal
Part One: Rising
There is blood on my face . I noticed, looking down at my hand, then him. He stood there, just like the child he was, hardly any expression on his face, contrary to mine which I now know was showing that of astonishment. Not at what I had done...but what was I going to do?
We walked throughout the damp, filth ridden passages of the old subway, making our way towards the station above. He followed me, silently. I could feel the heat radiating from him as we proceeded, the slight breaths he took and hearing his feet lightly touch the damp concrete floors.
We came to a passageway that led towards the above terminal station, the door was up a few steps but was however locked as I tested the handle. I slammed my shoulder into it to break down the door. He came close to me, and undid the latch holding it shut. Not looking him in the eyes, I proceeded through the open door and into the station.
The smoke and time worn tiles lined the walls, no sun came in, this was underground and the steps to the streets were far down throughout the other coridors. Humans buisily went through the terminal, all of them having somewhere to go; except for myself and him.
I looked ahead to the empty smoking area, still hearing his distinct footsteps following closely behind me. I closed the door behind us as we walked in.
He sat down, staring at the telivision that was reporting the weather. I locked the door behind us, and put down the blinds.
He looked up at me as I sat down.
"Don't ask me what we are going to do now; I don't have any more of an idea then you do." I told him straight out, not meeting eyes.
"I never asked." He said, a slight smirk coming across his face.
"Here", I told him, handing him some paper money from one of the pockets of my holster, "Get a shirt and make yourself decent."
"Yes, ma'am." He said, with a mock salute. I watched him closely as he left, closing the door behind him. Now I was alone finally.
I slid back in the worn plastic chair and held my head in my hands, not crying however, brushing my hands through my hair that was now matted with blood, the feeling of it on my scalp familiar. I needed somewhere to go...my allies, they were either dead, or wanted me to be so. Except...no, I know better. Edward would never take us in. He never stated to me his reasons for being a death dealer, I am sure he had good intentions but still, we had been friends for over one hundred years. Not terribly long while looking at the vampiric lifespan which we know to be unlimited but still. I have to locate him first, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, then threw it at the wall letting it shatter to pieces with a spark and the sound of splintering plastic. The Ordoghaz held all of my assets for now, the death dealers including myself had our own budgets. My phone was tapped I'm sure, knowing Kraven.
Bastard, wonder where he went. Probably back to one of his little scurrying friends, rats, all of them were. Anyone who was involved with Kraven to the least bit had the same sickening slime dripping off of their presence. Except Viktor.
Selene you idiot, you knew all along something was amiss...
He came back in, wearing a gray short sleeved shirt and carrying a cup of hot noodles and a highly caffinated drink.
"Hungry?" He said, his mouth half-stuffed with noodles, as he struggled to get some in his mouth with the fork.
"No thanks, you might as well eat though. We're going to China." I told him. They'll trust me once they hear what I have to say.
"What??" He asked, nearly choking.
"I will not repeat myself; take nothing with you. Give me that." I said, grabbing hold of the hospital pager from his waist, probably for use while on call. I smashed it in my hands. "They can track us, from now on we leave nothing behind, no trace until we are safe. We have two days until the next Elder is at full strength. They'll awaken him I'm sure." I said.
"Huh? Elder? What the hell are you talking about? Can you tell me something about this Coven, I'm a little bit..."
"Mortal, I know" I told him, finishing his sentance. A slight disgust at the emotions once held by the weakened human flesh. "But you aren't anymore and...oh, never mind. I'm booking a flight to Hong Kong for tonight, we have to stay awake now, they will come after us."
"How can you be sure of that?" He asked, that mortal curiousity and hopefulness coming through in his voice.
"The vampires are at least, I have slain an elder and his body has my blood splattered upon it. And with the number of informants and agents they have around the major cities of this world we are most definately not safe." I told him, "Do you have any open accounts at banks, or credit cards?" I asked him.
"Uh, one card, one account, why?" He asked, sipping on the soup.
"Withdraw all you can, max out your cards here, we need to erase all records of you." I told him, I had enough to provide airfare for us to Hong Kong and a few nights stay at a hotel. But that was my limit for now.
"Fine, what about my family in the states? They are already worried sick and..."
"Don't call them, you are dead to them now. Get some rest while I'm here." I told him, changing the channel above.
"Fine...aren't you tired?" He asked, laying down upon some chairs.
"I'll sleep once we are at 3500 feet, for now though" I said, taking the safety off one of my berretas, "I'll keep watch. You rest." He nodded and turned away from me.
He, he looked so vulnerable asleep. Just like how I was once.
Don't think of that Selene
