What If I: Combustion
Synopsis: Event takes place in what should have been a bombing in Godric's nest. Someone stops the human before he could press the detonator.
She is just one of the nameless faces in the sea of crowds, moving in and out unnoticed and ignored by many. There is a certain peacefulness in blending in with the crowd, little moments that she enjoys, while waiting for something exciting to stumble in.
They are gathering to celebrate the return of their lost sheriff, according to what she has listened in. All the high ranking vampires in Dallas are planning to welcome him personally.
Either they are too eager, or they are just plain dull, but she notices the signs. A human male walks into the nest, carrying a trail of sweat and residue. He looks nervous, his steps trembling but persistent.
Lifting herself from the wall she is leaning on, she follows the human soundlessly as he sneaks into the center of the nest. And then he stops walking, hand reaching for something in his pocket.
The female vampire approaches the nearest sitting area, where there's a particularly large couch lounging near the fireplace. She kindly asks the vampires who are sitting on it to allow her to borrow it, using a little bit of persuasion from her compelling crimson eyes. Circles of grey appear in their eyes, indicating a compulsion is in place. They leave their sits without any struggle.
She knows that the human is packed with a bomb hidden under his clothes by the scent of that residue. She can pretty much guess what's a human so nervously-looking walking into a house full of high-ranking vampires. And she can tell by the way his finger is closing around what she can guess is the detonator, that he is prepared to die for his cause.
Everything happens so fast. Mere split seconds before he activates the bomb, she throws a large couch at him. The furniture must have some weight, but she flings it across like its an empty box. The couch mets the man mid-air. He pushes the detonator.
The bomb goes of, splattering red and silver. Thankfully, the couch manages to catch most of the explosion, containing almost every bits of silver as it pushes the source against an empty wall. The rest of the after-effects either slip through the gaps and splatter across the ceiling or pool around the floor.
They feel the shake, and everyone stop and turn to the sight at once. They watch as the couch gives and falls back to the floor, revealing the remains of the bomber, which has now taken reside against a crumbling wall. Torn clothes soaked in blood and chunks of meat occupy the space as proof of the aftermath.
The moment she steps out from the crowds, her glamor falters. Not entirely, if not even halfway, but the act is enough to draw attention to herself.
"Nice try," she gives compliments to the body stuck on the wall, her tone victoriously self-flaunting. She continues to stare at it admiringly, as if appreciating a work of art in a museum.
It takes a few moments to realize what has just transpired. Someone threw the couch at the intruder, knowing full well of the situation at hand, and has saved them all from potentially getting killed by the explosion.
"What have you done?" a male vampire asks. She takes her time admiring her work, before turning her attention to the new person. At first glance, he looks no more than a teenage boy, but the calm and collected look on his face says otherwise. But by the question he asks that he is more disapproved of what she has done to the human.
"It shouldn't be me you're concerned about. It's the masterminds outside, attempting to run away with their van," she warns them. The boy-looking vampire nods at a few others, and they move out to chase the attackers.
Then she turns her attention back to him. "Look at it this way: those are silvers, those are silvers, and I believe there are more silver dust over there. By the depth of the dent on that wall, you can estimate that he wanted to blow the whole house down, not to mention killing himself. He was ready to commit suicide when he attached that bomb on himself."
He nods, accepting her reasoning for the moment. Then he turns to the rest. "They may come back. Go to the hotel, Camila, leave and alerted. Security in place," he tells the woman in black. The rest starts moving as ordered.
Outside, she can hear a handful of human running for their lives as angry vampires hunt them down, tearing their flesh and spilling their blood.
Just when she is about to leave, a voice stops her. It's that vampire again.
"Wait. I have not thank you for your help. If it wasn't for you, my people would have had suffered."
"It is much appreciated," she gives a simple nod, about to leave when he interrupts her again.
"Who are you? I've never seen you in this area before."
"I am simply a traveler who seeks thrills of the night. Amethyst."
"Godric."
The woman bid her goodbye. He thinks that will be the last he sees her, but he is wrong.
He is in the hotel's rooftop. He is about to meet the sun. He is alone, but he is not scared. Because he knows that what he is about to do is for a bigger cause than himself. With this, the others will understand—
"They won't understand, you know," a female voice, as if reading his thoughts, startles him. He turns around and finds the same vampire who stopped the bombing.
"You wouldn't know until you try—" Yet she interrupts him again, only this time it is not his train of thoughts.
"Oh, someone did try," she says, her tone not amused, "and someone failed miserably. Told him it was a futile attempt, but he was being young and foolish."
"I've lived for over 2,000 years. I have no regrets."
"Do you? Knowing what could have happen if you stay? A change doesn't happen on its own, you know. You need to fight for it."
Godric pauses to think about what she is saying. True enough, human have faced stages of change throughout their history. But these changes are not done without some pushes. The same can be applied to the vampire race, if one work hard enough.
By this point, the ancient vampire thinks over his decision. But as he weight his options down, the sun is about to rise.
"I'd make a run for it, if I were you," she says, making him glances at the door.
"What about you?"
"I'll make it. Will you?"
Without a word, Godric runs in super speed into the building. He passes the door just as the light touches the surface of the roof. He turns around, expecting the other vampire to follow, but find no one. It's too late to go back now.
A/N: Like Amethyst's character? Then you might want to follow her advanture in an original series called Vampire Empire. Ebooks are purchasable from Amazon (Kindle) and Smashwords (epub).
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