A/N – I got inspiration for this story from several sources. One was an author on fanfic…and then the Anita Blake stories. Hope you enjoy.
The girl sat at the computer surfing the internet for anything…anything interesting. She was bored, as she got so often over the past years. The girl was very beautiful with long thick black hair, a perfect alabaster toned skin, stood about five eleven, a nice figure that was thin but toned, and dark almost black eyes that were haunting; mysterious; and very sexy. She appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years of age. The girl frowned as her stomach growled and looked at the clock on the computer. It was a little after one in the morning and she had yet to eat since she woke. She sighed since she really did not want to go out but knew she had too and decided to surf a few more moments and then go grab a bite to eat. She searched a web show category and ran down the long list and then paused at one. IAm Sam it said. She decided to look at it to kill some time before she went to eat. The girl watched a few moments and even giggled at the antic of the very pretty blonde girl on the show. The girl looked about sixteen or seventeen, had very long curly blonde hair, seemed to stand only five five or maybe even an inch shorter, thin waist with a nice shapely figure. The brunette watched the show intrigued by the girl and her somewhat cruel but funny practical jokes on the doorman of her building. The camera zoomed in on the blonde as she announced it was time for her show to end and the brunette froze and paused the recorded video. She reached out with her hand and her perfectly manicured crimson painted nails caressed her computer monitor.
"Octavia." The girl whispered and then shook her head, "No…she is dead. She died a long time ago…but this girl looks just like her." The brunette stared for a while at the paused screen and then started the video again. The pretty blonde girl was saying good bye to her fans and winked and then the brunette flinched.
"No…I didn't just see that?" She said aloud and pressed rewind and smiled after she played the video again, "I did just see that…this girl has a gift…I wonder if she knows." The brunette once again spoke aloud to her self after she saw the sparkle in the blonde girl's eye right before she winked at the camera. Very few people would have seen that sparkle for what it was, but the brunette knew; she had seen it before a long time ago. The girl clicked on the homepage of the website for Iam Sam and read the biography if the web show host. She read the girl's name, Samantha (prefer Sam) Puckett, she was seventeen, live in Seattle Washington, was a junior at the Ridgeway High school, lived with her mom, and hobbies included skateboarding; eating; getting in trouble at school, pranks, and she hated school. There was other information about the girl like the movies she liked (the brunette giggled at that the blonde listed horror movies as her favorite), the type of music (here the brunette frowned; she did not care much for metal or punk but did like techno the blonde listed), and other details. The brunette giggled like a young pre teen as she shut down her computer.
"Oh, Samantha, preferred to be called Sam, Puckett…you should not list such personal information on the internet. There is no telling who may see it."
The brunette got up from the desk and decided it was time she went and got something to eat. She was very hungry and needed nourishment. She put on a pair of black boots that came just below her knees and had three inch heals. She made sure her black skinny jeans were tucked in the boots, put on a red and black plaid short vest over her white blouse, and grabbed a black duster off her coat rack. The duster came down to her ankles and did not wrap all the way around her but stopped short so it ended at her average sized breasts. The girl flipped her hair on the outside of the duster and then flipped up the wide collar. She debated wearing the duster since it was a warm night, but she could not feel the elements anymore so it would not be uncomfortable to her; plus she liked the coat and thought it was sexy. She put on crimson lipstick to match her nails and did not check herself in the mirror. She knew she looked hot and it was no use anyway.
The girl's heels of her boots clicked as she walked the streets late at night looking for something to eat. It was late, or early depending on how you looked at it, but she knew she would find something. New York City never closed. She walked quickly but with no fear; the girl knew she of all people had very little to fear and the things she did she would be able to sense before the danger got to close. She walked a few blocks and passed a number of twenty four hour restaurants but they did not appeal to her, she had a very particular appetite. She walked a few more steps and stopped suddenly and her face showed curiosity and then she smiled.
"Come out, Dante…I know you have been following me since I left the apartment." The girl said to the shadows and from an alley stepped a very tall very handsome well built man of about thirty. He had light ash brown hair that was long and in a pony tail. He smiled at the girl.
"Aww, Julia, how did you know it was me?" He asked the girl as his hazel eyes ran up and down the girl's figure.
Julia gave him a smirk, "Because I have known you for a long time…too long…and by the way, I dropped Julia a long time ago. I am now Carly…Carly Shay."
The man laughed, "Carly? What kind of name is that? It sounds like a name you would give a pet."
Carly stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, "It is short for Carlisle…and…I like it. Don't be a jerk and tease me."
The man chuckled, "Ok…Ok…but to me you will always be Julia…the lovely and beautiful Julia…the most beautiful girl in all of Rome."
Carly shrugged, "So poets claimed…but I think my father had something to do with that. So Dante…why are you stalking me?"
Dante grinned again, "You father was a great man and he doted on you."
Carly's dark eyes flashed in anger, "My father was never home! And what do you know of him? All you know of him is what you read and most of what was written of him was based on his own memoirs. The man had me married to a pig of a man over twice my age when I was fourteen and when I was seventeen my husband died…I just wish I could have been there when the sow had his head chopped off! Again…why are you stalking me?"
The man grinned and showed perfect white teeth, "Why, Julia, I was hungry to and have not eaten and wanted to know if I could join you for dinner. I waited outside your apartment a long time…you know it would be easier if you just invited me in."
Carly smiled another smirk, "You are no longer welcome in my apartment or my bed…I thought we established that a long time ago. We are not longer lovers, Dante. And I told you…it is Carly!"
Dante raised his hands, Ok…Carly it is…you don't have to get uptight about it. Now about dinner…we can discuss you inviting me to your bed again after we eat…you used to always be so excitable after we ate together."
Carly shook her head, "No…I do not like your choice of meals anymore…you know that. Plus your table manners are terrible and you never seem to get enough."
Dante smiled, "Awww…but I remember when we did share the same tastes and you also never seemed to get your fill…please for old time sakes."
Carly shook her head, "No…and leave me alone…I can make you. You know that."
Dante took a step back and glared at the brunette, "You wouldn't! You wouldn't do that to me!" He hissed but his voice sounded unsure.
Carly smiled, "Maybe…maybe not…don't test me. By the way…I am moving in a few days. I think Seattle Washington. So that would almost give you free reign here…almost…there are still a few left here stronger than you…and me. Of course they rarely get out anymore. They are too comfortable in their power."
Dante frowned as he steeped closer to Carly. "Seattle…oh why move there. It is so bleak and rains lot. Why would you want to leave a city like New York? It is a city made for people like us, Ju…Carly. A city that is just as active at three in the morning as three in the afternoon."
Carly shrugged, "I have my reasons. Now if you excuse me, I am hungry and must eat. Goodbye, Dante."
Dante bowed to the girl, "Goodbye, Julia, I shall miss you."
Carly smiled and let the name issue go this time, "And I shall miss you…to a degree." She turned and took a few steps and turned back to the man, "And, Dante, please be safe…you can be reckless at times and just because most of the older ones don't venture out much anymore…some still do and they don't like reckless."
Dante smiled, "I am the soul of caution, my dear Julia."
Carly turned and started walking again as she giggled as she shook her head, "How you are still around after all this time I will never know." She said aloud to herself.
Carly walked a few more blocks and the neighborhood started to grow worse and worse and soon she was where she wanted to be. She looked around and saw the men on the streets drinking their bottles of alcohol in brown paper bags and the women in short revealing outfits plying their trade. It was not long before she was approached by three men who were in desperate need of a bath.
"Where are you going, girlie." One of the men asked as Carly stopped.
"Just for a walk." She replied calmly.
The largest of the men smiled at her, "Well we will join you." He then pulled out a large knife from behind his back.
Carly eyed the knife and then the man, "No…please…I…I just want to go home…please." She pleaded with a look of fear on her face.
The men laughed, "No, girlie, no home for you tonight." The leader sneered and grabbed the girl and spun her around. He put the knife blade to her throat and pulled her right arm behind her back and pushed her into the long dark alley. Carly whimpered in fear as the man led her deeper into the alley with his partners closed behind. He stopped her when her face slammed into the brick wall at the end of the alley.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way…I like the hard way but it is up to you." He whispered in her ear and Carly could smell the liquor and cigarettes on his breath.
"I…I…will…ok…please don't hurt me…I'll do anything you want…just don't hurt me." She begged as the man reach down and slipped his hand into her jeans. Carly screamed but she knew it would not do any good. Screams of young girls were heard and ignored often in this city. "Please…I'll do it…I'll do all three of you…just don't hurt me." She pleaded and the man laughed and backed away.
"We have a game one here boys. Turn around, bitch, and show us what you got."
Carly slowly turned and the fear was gone from her face, "No…I don't think I will." She said calmly. The leader grunted and swung his right fist at her face only to be caught by Carly's hand before it could land. She twisted her hand and relished in the sound of the man's arm breaking and the scream of pain that came from his mouth. The man fell to his knees as his two partners took a step to Carly. The girl looked at them and the pupils of her eyes were no longer black but glowed blood red. She bared her teeth with a hiss and her two canine teeth grew an inch in the blink of an eye.
"No, boys…he is mine. Run along now!" She hissed loudly and her voice was no longer that of a seventeen year old girl, but deep and evil sounding. The two men turned and ran and left their friend to the fate of this beautiful monster. Carly grinned at the man on his knees and pulled him up with one hand and little effort. The man looked into her eyes.
"What…what are you?" He gasped in fear and pain.
Carly smiled, "To most people I am a sweet charming seventeen year old girl." Her voice sounded so innocent and musical then it changed back into the deep voice of a monster, "But to you…I am death!" She hissed and opened her mouth wide. The man screamed as the girl's fangs bit into his neck and after a few seconds he went silent and sank into the girl's arms.
Carly sucked and her taste buds tingled at the taste of the thick red liquid and her body shivered with pleasure in the nourishment of the blood. She drained her victim dry of his blood and when she was done feeding she let his body fall to the ground. Carly wiped her mouth and chin and grimaced as she smacked her lips and licked the blood from her hand. "Cheap whiskey…God I hate cheap whiskey. Whatever happened to the men who got drunk off at least a decent red wine…or absinthe? I miss absinthe. Still almost as good as sex…almost."
Carly had long ago stopped feeding on the blood of innocents. Now she only fed on those she felt deserved to die. The murders, the rapist, the child molesters were her only victims now. When she did have to feed on an innocent it would be only for pure survival and she never drained her victim and made them forget they met her.
She kicked the corpse at her feet and walked calmly from the alley and back to her apartment. She knew she could have ran home and used her unnatural speed and be back at her apartment in seconds but she wanted to think about the girl she saw in the internet. "Sam Puckett," Carly whispered, "So much in looks like my Octavia…so lovely…and then there is the other thing…we will meet soon Sam…very soon." Carly giggled and decided tomorrow night she would move to Seattle and meet this beautiful blonde who intrigued her so much.
A/N – a special prize…ok not really a prize just a good job…if anyone can tell me who Carly Shay was in her past?