AN: Hey guys I'm back with a new story! This fic is a Vampire twist on the Once characters we all know and love with inspiration from the Underworld films. I like to dabble in all genres but this is my first vampire related narrative so please be gentle :D
This is mainly a supernatural horror so it will be very dark. Trigger Warnings will be indicated at the begging of each chapter for your discretion but be warned, there are a lot of ups and downs, emotionally and physically in this story so if that's not your cup of tea, don't read..
Please review as I'd love to hear what you guys think...
London, England...
Victoria Anderson, an average yet quirky girl of twenty four holds a stable job at a local bar. She works night shifts that rarely give her the chance to see her family or friends but since she was a child, shes always dreamed of traveling, visiting the wonders of the world and taking one or two selfies along the way as proof to show her not so accepting father. However, stuck in a low end flat in the middle of dreary London, where your safer keeping a tazer or at least a brick in your handbag at all times, makes her question her life choices.
"Where the hell?! I'm going to be late!"
A Primark bag and fake leather jacket is tossed across the room.
"Finally!"
Victoria snatches up her keys, quickly checking her dark makeup and cocktail dress in the mirror of the small bedroom and darts out of the flat.
Throwing her coat on, Victoria quickly dashes down the stairs and out of the apartment block. The vast amounts of uninterested people on the streets unluckily find it their mission to bump into her and slow her down. Thinking happy thoughts, Victoria gently pushes the placid pedestrians from her path and speed walks down a grungy back ally. Knowing the streets and her route well, she picks up time, pulling her coat together to battle London's cold air. A short girl in jeans and a crop top, smoking a cigarette flags her down.
"Hey Vic, thought you weren't working tonight?"
"Well you know Vinny, stingy as fuck and hates me."
The girl laughs.."Take it easy."
Victoria steams ahead, a quick wave to the girl behind as she approaches the neon flashing lights of a nightclub. Le Gato Negro flashes in bright pink and blue along the front of the building as Victoria quickly runs across the road, the beeping of oncoming traffic echoing behind her. She rushes to the front doors, a tall, well built man with black trousers and jacket stands in front of a line of giddy men and women.
"Hey Dave."
"Hey Victoria, thought you were off tonight?"
"Yeah well, you know Vinny."
The man chuckles, opening the door for her.."Yeah I do."
Thanking him, she heads onto the main floor, her ears adjusting to the pop music blaring from the speakers. She pushes passed the crowd of drunken Londoners who bounce up and down, raising beers in the air and cheering at the DJ hidden in his booth before she finally manages to break through to the bar and quickly throws her bag and coat under the desk.
"Your late!"
Victoria whirls at the thick Italian accent from behind and stares at a frowning man. Vinny is a small time club owner, making an additional small profit off selling a few bags of cocaine and pills to his closest friends. His light blue jacket and trousers are pulled over his beer belly suggesting class, but everyone knows he's small time.
"I left my keys in the apartment, had to get the landlord to open it!"
"Don't let it happen again!"
"No problem!"
He cocks a finger behind the bar and she refrains from rolling her eyes..
Several hours later the door to the back is launched open, Victoria almost running out into the crisp air and inhaling her freedom from the cesspool of sweaty bodies.
"..Fuck.."
She sighs, grabbing her phone from her purse and taking a sip of the amber liquid in her glass. Blue eyes glance up noting the time on Big Ben several miles away, 1:20am, early so the club isn't as hectic, but leaving the drunkest of Londoners behind on a Thursday night. She looks back at her phone and continues typing from her previous text.
You still up? Xx
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Yeah cant sleep, his snoring is making the house shake! :/ Xx
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Lol that bad? Xx
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I have this urge to pinch his nose and smother him! Xx
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Roll him on his side, you'll be fine ;) Xx
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I thought you weren't working tonight? Xx
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You and me both but Vinny's a dick and he hates me so meh..Its fine tho, Ive been racking up tips and made sure he saw lol :D Xx
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Bet that pissed him off lol Xx
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A dark figure suddenly steps out of the ally not far away and blue eyes glance up apprehensively. Victoria shuffles, her wary attention flickering from her phone to the figure.
Right, Gotta go, see you on Saturday? Xx
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Yeah course, we can try that new place you were on about, its gonna be sick! Xx
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Cool, see you then Xx
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Bye sis Xx 3
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Victoria glances back up and startles when a second figure is stood staring at her from the opposite ally. With slight panic, her phone is dumped back in her bag and she quickly heads back inside to finish the rest of her shift..
The club is silent while staff collect glasses and janitors move in to mop up sticky floors. Victoria grabs her bag and coat from behind the bar, one of her friends retrieving a rag and cleaning the bars surface.
"You working tonight as well Vic?"
"Yeah."
"Jesus, Vin's really riding you."
"He wishes."
Mark chuckles as he wipes the bar clean. The DJ slides passed with a case full of wires and a sound desk which Victoria happily opens the back door for him. With a thanks, the man slips through and she throws her coat on, attaching the cheap black bag to her shoulder.."Right I'm off, see you tonight?"
"I've swapped with Paul."
"Fuck sake, why cant I ever swap."
"Let Vin have a ride and he'll probably consider it."
"In his dreams, and my nightmares." She grins, sliding out of the door.
"See you later."
With a wave and a goodbye to Mark, Victoria promptly heads for the streets. Normally a taxi would be in order but after spending the last of her cash on a few drinks and wanting to keep her tips for that nice fabric sofa she saw at DFS, Victoria plods back down her regular route and keeps a wary hand on her bag.
She quickly enters the ally and turns down the fork towards the main street but a figure suddenly steps out from behind a dumpster. Victoria stops abruptly, slipping her hand into her bag to grab her tazer and promptly heads in the opposite direction. She passes the fork and spots another figure pacing towards her. Panicking, her pace picks up and she almost sets off in a jog as footsteps get closer behind.
Just as she feels a hand ghosting over her shoulder, she steals a glance back and plows straight into a dumpster. There's a hiss of pain at the cut gouged into her arm as steel rips her black coat. She thanks god she bought a black coat instead of cream before blue eyes dart behind her and spy an empty ally. She jumps again when drunken teenagers round the corner, laughing and bellowing to one another as they head into the darkened ally. Her heart races but after a pause, she composes herself, heading out of the darkness and into the light of London's busy streets.
Two sets of shimmering red eyes pierce the darkness, first focusing on the small rabble of teenagers heading further down the ally, and then to the young woman venturing into the light. His companion hisses, jumping from their perch on the fire escape a few stories up. The figure lands with a heavy thud, sniffing the air all too intently before slipping into the shadows behind the dumpster. An abnormally white finger traces the filthy metal, scooping up black gunge and small droplets of blood from the sharp edge of steel. Eagerly the digit is slipped onto his tongue and a primal growl ripples around the area. His companion quickly drops down behind him, licking the droplets of blood and grease directly from the dumpster. Fierce growls and mad chuckles invade the darkness as the two figures jump several feet back to their perch and wait in the shadows for their next meal..
Thousands of miles away, oversea, over mountains, through snow and across rivers lays an ancient and towering palace. No one knows the goings on in the fortress, the surrounding area made up of gardens and the palace itself scaling on the size of Buckingham palace. The elegant yet intimidating black building looms over Lake Placid and its natural beauty. Several miles away, the residents of a small town never ask questions about the mysterious goings on at the palace, only interested in welcoming constant tourists to the lake and living their own peaceful lives.
Passed the electric steel gates, heavily armed guards and high tech security, the palace is a building of knowledge, antiquities and many many dark secrets..
Elegant double doors glide open and a woman clad in black combat gear with blond wavy locks and pale like completion quickly enters the private study and drops to one knee.."My Queen, we've heard word two of our England coven have gone feral. London base has confirmed the men have gone rogue and gossip suggests pure blood is involved somehow."
Dark brown eyes shimmer a bright white and quickly dart to the bowing blond. The Queen takes a predatory step towards her second in command, black four inch heels clicking on the marble floor as she frowns deeply.."Then you are to report to London, kill the feral's and see if there is any truth to this gossip."
"May I request David as my second your majesty?"
"Very well Emma, I expect the job done tomorrow night, report directly to me using secure channels, I don't want rumors and speculation about pure blood spreading amongst the council."
"Understood." Emma swiftly gets to her feet, backing away and retreats through the dramatic black doors.
The Queen wanders to the large pane glass window, looking out over Lake Placid and snarls, a set of razor sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight...