New Girl: Chapter 1
"I knew Lincoln." I declare. The girl looks at me in shock, then scorn, her bangs covering one eye.
"Yeah, sure, and I'm Marceline the Vampire Queen. I mean, dude, don't drink that much if you can't hold it. See, I can keep this all down, no problemo." She gestures to the six empty shot glasses, four beers, and one margarita sitting on the bar.
"A girl only drinks that much when she wants to kiss a man or kill somebody." I slap her on the back, and, of course, a small black pistol falls out of her leather jacket.
She discreetly picks it up and sticks it back in her pocket. Then she walks off, stumbling out the door. I sigh and follow her.
I trail her across the city, all the way to an old apartment complex. She presses a buzzer and says "Mr. Pembrook?" After a moment, a voice replies "Yeah? Whaddya want?" She glances around to see if anyone is watching, which they obviously aren't, seeing as most people are not awake at four in the morning, then says "I got a package for you." She waits for his reply, and is relieved to hear "Come on up."
She looks around again, before going up the rickety steps. I carefully follow her, keeping perfectly silent. She stops at a door marked 17B, and knocks. The door is opened by a tall, pale, blond man who looks both annoyed and interested.
He takes a long drag off his cigarette and blows the smoke in her face. "So, it's a little early for a package, ain't it, sweetheart? Another question is, where the hell is it?" She draws the gun and points it at his face.
"For Gabrielle," she whispers. She begins to pull the trigger, but Mr. Cigarette Smoke grabs the end of it and throws it behind him.
"Now, now, sweetheart, you shouldn't go pointing guns in peoples' faces. It ends badly," he says, grabbing the back of her neck.
I have to give her credit, at least she didn't beg for mercy, or some other stupid thing. No, she had to go do something even stupider.
She spits in his face and says "You aren't people." He wipes her spit off with his free hand and says "I'm going to kill you now." He lets his face go full vamp, tilts her neck to the side, and is about to bite when I come over and sock him.
I grab her as he goes flying across the room. I half turn to her. "Get the hell out of here! Now!" Mr. Cigarette Smoke comes at me then, and slams into me. I throw him off, and he crashes into the wall. Literally into it. He is embedded in the Sheetrock.
The girl is still here, so I turn and yell at her again. She still doesn't leave, so I go to push her out the door. Suddenly Mr. Cig Smoke is behind her. "I'm still gonna kill you, but I think I'll have some fun with this one first."
With that, he picks her up and throws her at the wall. As she collapses on the ground unconscious, I launch myself at him and, after a short struggle, throw him out the window.
I go over to the girl and examine her quickly. She is bleeding from a large cut on her arm. Her nose is bleeding, as is her lip. Other than that, she seems fine. Nothing's broken.
I lift her up and carry her back to my apartment. When she wakes up, I'll decide what to do with her.