For better and for worse
Disclaimer: I'll only say it once: like all other writer's in the site, I don't
obviously own any of the Beyblade characters I'm using, but I do own my original
characters.
WARNING -There will be bloody scenes, disgusting descriptions and
crimes, as well as some dirty talking. You have been warned, do not complain it
is violent, read at your expenses.
This story I dedicate to kai and mariah gurlie fan, for she gave me the
idea and the inspiration to write this =)
I'll mix the original names and the dub names from Beyblade along the fic.
I've seen John Carpenter's Vampires and Resident Evil sometime ago. When I decided
to make this fic, I chose John's way of portraying vampires and mixed it with
my own interpretations. Resident Evil also provided some inspiration - my
vampires don't die with cutie wooden sticks and they can survive for a bit
under the Sun. There might be a slight parallel with those movies.
I have to thank Isa Koliki for editing my story and checking my mistakes
once again! *_*
Chapter I
"Cries"
All alone in the night, the building could remember few memories of its past splendour;
once the most beautiful mansion in the whole city, it now resembled a huge
barbecue, useless to anyone.
Or at least anyone amongst the living...
The flames had consumed the house completely, the only things preventing it from
falling was the paint! 1000 square feet of gothic architecture, one of the
oldest exemplars the world knew of, burnt out! But how? It didn't matter, there
was no one there anyway, all 2 floors and basement were completely uninhabited.
No wonder, the house was said to be haunted, the city hall had no money to pay
for it's rebuilding- and who could possibly want to buy that burned out old
thing?
But the strangest thing was the phone call. Someone telling them that there was
a fire about half a mile from the city's boundaries - only a hard crossing,
dirt road led there, no one would ever go to such a place in the middle of the
night! So, why on heart did the fire station receive an anonymous call at 4
p.m, telling them there was a fire? Who could it have
been?
_________
A blood bath, literally, was the only word able to describe the creepy scene: the
bathtub was a small pool of crimson, the bathroom tiles- once beautiful
different shades of green- were now stained as the dried blood persistently
remained glued to it, scaring even the toughest doctor; moving to the living
room, the scene wasn't particularly pleasant either... some trails of blood now
and then, fingernails marks scratched in the walls, as if someone had tried to
dig a hole through the wall to escape something. But the most macabre and morbid
scene was yet to come: a heart, a real human heart laid on top of a broken
three legged table, bloody words around it, written in a language known only to
a few, and spiked on it's middle, was a slayer's wooden pole- how amusing, a
vampire with a sense of
humour...
Finally, in the basement, were the bodies; despite only having a few hours, the
decomposition was very clear - the disgusting smell irradiating from it would
make the same doctor puke. They were shredded, torn to pieces, their entrails
spread all around them, identification of the bodies was useless - even the
gender was hardly discernible. Besides the fact that they were dead, there was
only one other thing in common between all of them: they were the so called
"society's trash". That house was inhabited for about 6 years, legally anyway.
Now, it served as comfy home to many homeless people- junkies, dealers, you're
all welcome in Hell's Dome! And yes, it was hell... 10 people... in one night? Someone
was hungry! Or there were several different occurrences in that night. No, that
was clearly the work of vampires, the heart pointed to that.
To them, it was a feast! 10 people: some couldn't move, some were so high they
wouldn't even notice what was about to happen.
Then again...
*** A few hours before
Nocturnal predators approached the silent city: it was
named Bernangwa, the name of it's original founder. He had wanted to make sure
he would not be forgotten once he died - and he was not...
"It's time! The calling has begun! All of the Children hear the cries of the Great
Master! Let us feast, we shall not live in fear ever again!" cried out the pale
leader.
"There will be a Battle ahead of us! Let us feed ourselves first... YOU! Check
the city for targets!" he spoke again, ordering one of the recently embraced
ones to go and check for potential targets. A few hours later he returned. He
headed towards the Master, reporting the movement in the city; fortunately for
him, the Master enjoyed the notices, for he was known to unleash his anger at
the nearest person.
"Follow!" he ordered again.
15 minutes later they arrived to the "target"
"There is nothing here!" the Master screamed.
The young one shook, fearing for his life.. or death if you put it in the correct
terms.
"My lord, I know is seems deserted, but inside, there is plenty of food, ready
for the taking - most of them are so high they won't even notice what happened!"
the man replied, trying his best not to enrage is Master. Too late - moving as
fast as he could, the Master stood in front of him, his left hand piercing
through is chest.
"Where is the _fun_ in the chase, if they're half dead anyway!!!" he shouted
at him.
He tried to reply, but as he opened his mouth, coughs of blood splashed out of
it hitting the Master's face. This only made him even more mad, if possible.
Licking the blood with his filthy tongue, he tightened his grip on the poor
man's heart, fully aware of his strength, he twisted it to the left, the body
accompanying his movement. With one last stoke, the young one tried begging for
mercy, but it only made his situation worse, as the silent assassin drew a
smirk on that over paled face. With all his strength, he grabbed him by his
shoulder blades and threw his heart out. Blood was pouring out through the hole
that just opened on the middle of his chest. The young man had lost his of
chance for eternal life. Stepping back, the Master allowed the dead body to
fall to ground with a thud, making more splashes of blood hit him and those
around him. He approached the now dead body and deposited the heart near his
owner. He stared at it with a blank expression as he moved away from his dead
companion. He muttered something indecipherable and someone removed the body as
he spun on his heels and headed for the house.
"Let us eat!" one of the older vampires told the rest, leading them inside the
four-story house. It took only a few minutes before the screaming began.
***
trimmm...trimmm...trimmm...trimmm...
The phone rang. It was 3 P.M and the BLOODY TELEPHONE WAS RINGING!!!
...
"What the fuck do you want, Marshal?" the young man roughly complained
"My, my, you sure are in a bad mood Kai!" a voice joked on the other side of the
line.
"Yeah, I wonder why" he replied in his usual bored voice, letting slip a slight
hint of cynicism.
"Well, if you're gonna be this rude, I won't tell you what happened!"
beeeeeeep…
The line was dead. At the other end, a pissed off voice: "son of a ...! Kai, you
bloody bastard!"
A few seconds later...
trimmm...
"Ah, ah, ah, you have such a cute sense of humour... now listen up: 2
hours ago, we intercepted a police call, a satanic group doing some shit in the
old neighbourhood, seems like someone was screaming like hell, and our great police
did nothing until 1 hour ago. We managed to suppress their authority for now
but they'll be back in a few hours, so hurry up!"
"Marshal? What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Dead bodies, 10 total..."
"Do I look like a freakin coroner?"
"Well, considering you were sleeping, I'd say you probably look like a freakin
nature's aberration, I've seen you in the morning and it's not a pretty sight"
he joked again.
"I'm gonna hang up again..."
"Fine, fine! Met me in St Patrick street in 10 minutes, you'll understand when
you see it."
"Fine"
"Kai? Be prepared... real prepared... Solomon's Creep, you've been there 3 years
ago, right?"
"What?!"
"I think he's back... he left his trademark..."
beeeeeeep…
Dead line again, and a concerned expression spreads all over Kai's face.
"A heart with a slayer's pole... Bac'shama" he mumbled.
End of Chapter
Well, what do you think? More? Or should I remove the story?
Well, please be so kind to leave a review, on the purple button, com'on, you
know you want it! Even if it's flames, I just wanna know what you guys think!
*Left side of brain: not working... Right side: try blackmail* Good idea! The
next chapter will have some touching things and a bit on Kai's life, BUT, in
chapter 3, Kai will kick ass! And get ass kicked too... I promise! But, I'm not
gonna write if no one reads, and I can't know that if you don't review *have I
begged enough yet?*
Well, as I said, this I dedicate to kai and mariah gurlie fan who gave
me the idea, and it was corrected by Isa Koliki. All to all, I have to
thank these two wonderful people for all their help! But I must also thank all the
writers in the site, specially those whose stories I review! All stories are a
great help - good ones serve as examples and inspiration, the not so good ones
help us understand our own mistakes, warning us not to do the same. Thank you
all!
Joke
The doctor was stunned: the patient had a wooden testicle and an iron one. The Doctor's
question: Do you have a normal sexual life?!
The patients answer: Of course! I even have twin sons - Pinocchio and Robocop...