Revenge

I lay on a beach, where the sand was white, and the ocean was crystal-blue. As I stared out at the calm ocean, a hand was placed on my shoulder. When I turned to see who was disturbing me, I found myself looking into perfect blue eyes, the same blue as the ocean in front of me. Even though I didn't know him at all, I let him lean in and …..

CRASH!

"Shit." I murmured. The loud crash from downstairs brought me out of my awesome dream. Squinting in the darkness, I looked over to see my sister's bed empty. Couldn't blame her, really, she was allowed to be up, as she was an insomniac. Laura would probably be the one downstairs making all the noise, either practicing her kung-fu on one of Mama's antiques, or she was making herself a late-night snack, and accidentally knocked the cookie jar over.

I pulled myself out of bed, and walked out onto the balcony that ran around the inside of the house, so we could see who was in the foyer from the third floor. What I saw in the foyer shocked me. When I saw it, I almost passed out. There were my family's bodies, all in a pile in the middle of the foyer. I heard muffled screaming coming from my youngest brother's room on the second floor. Rushing down to his room, I nervously peered inside. I didn't really want to see what was going on, but I had to know. There was a man holding Davi, who was squirming in the man's arms.

"Let him go! Let him go!" I yelled at the man, trying to pry Davi from his arms. The man simply ignored me, and pushed past me. I watched in horror as the man snapped Davi's neck like he was a branch in his way. How could a person do that? I wondered in horror. Now, I was an orphan at twenty. I had no family now.

Suddenly hands grabbed at me, and began dragging me towards the stairs. I twisted my body around, and saw another man holding me. As he pulled me down the stairs to the foyer, towards the pile of bodies, another man with yellow eyes came from the kitchen holding Laura's dead body. My throat closed. For some reason, I couldn't scream.

"Save that one for after we have lit the fire." He said in a cold, raspy voice.

My eyes widened in fear as Yellow-Eyes threw Laura's limp body onto the pile. About ten other men came into the middle of the foyer; and stared at the pile of bodies. All of their eyes turned black, exept Yellow-Eyes, whose own eyes blazed yellow even more. As the pile suddenly went up in flames, I bit into the one who was holding me. The taste of sulphur burned my mouth. He growled inhumanly as he dropped me. As he made to grab me again, I ran out the open door, and tried to dispel the image of my family's bodies burning out of my mind. I then ran further and further down the road, hearing the men trying to run after me. Pft, I wasn't the fastest runner at my old school for nothing. I then made a quick detour in my run, and went through the forest. As I ran through the thick of the wood, I tripped over a large branch. I fell and fell…

I then woke up with a start from the dream that had plagued me since I had run from my home. Taking deep breaths, I glanced over at the neon-green digital clock on the hotel's bedside. Shit, it was eleven already. I pushed myself out of the bed, and got into my gym clothes. After I was dressed, I grabbed my bag of 'after-gym' clothes, and headed out of the hotel room. I locked the door, and then headed down to my grey Chevy Biscayne, and drove down to the local gym. When I was there, I worked out for three hours on as many machines as I could get to as a non-member.

When I got back to the hotel, it was half past one, and I was hungry. So I had a quick shower, got into my clothes for the day, and then drove to the town's local diner. As I got out of my car and was heading into the diner, I saw a nice Chevy Impala. It was kept well oiled too, I thought, giving it one last glance as I headed inside. For the rest of the day, after my lunch, I just killed some time at the hotel, until it was time for me to head to work. Let me just clarify one thing now – I work at the Strip Club. Yeah, it's actually called that. Not very imaginative.

That night, I started work at eleven, and would do my thing until about three. I drove my Chevy to the club, and entered through the back entrance, which led straight to the dressing room. Thankfully no man, drunk or otherwise had ever tried the back door, as it was always unlocked for us girls. Well, not when I was here, anyway.

"Okay, Morgan, you've got five minutes to get ready. The crowd is getting restless." Grey, the owner of the club said to me.

I nodded, and quickly rushed over to my rack of ... underwear. You can't really call what you have to wear at a strip club 'clothes'. As quickly as I could, I put on the pair of black underwear, black chaps, black boots and matching bra on. It's no wonder that my name is Black Babe. (Grey's idea, not mine). I then brushed out my hair, and put on my make-up as quickly as possible. Then Grey came over to me, and practically pushed me onto my stage. The sound guys put on my starting song, and I began my shift for the night.

After about two hours, I noticed a really hot guy come in, and he pushed his way to the front of my stage, and took a seat at the table sitting at the head of my stage. I smiled at him seductively, and continued my dancing. Thankfully, Grey said that we didn't actually have to strip unless we wanted to. As the man continued to watch me and only me, along with about five other guys, which it looked like it was a bachelor party. It was now time to get some decent tips.

I made my way to the front of the stage, and worked the pole. This was definitely working. It got me tips from the party on my left, and the single hot guy on the right. So, to get my tips up, I decided to work on a bit of envy. I favoured the party of guys first, teasing them by dancing right in front of them. That got me about one hundred and fifty dollars, and then I worked the single one. He gave me a five hundred dollar bill.

I gave a fake sympathetic look to the party of guys, and then gave the single one a lap dance. I'm just glad that he didn't moan or anything, because since I'm at work, I get a bit awkward. He just smirked, and watched me appreciatively. But I was enjoying myself too, and unfortunately, Grey's work ethics came back to bite me on the ass. 'Dont kiss them. Don't favour one customer. Don't lap-dance for longer than fifteen minutes.' It had just about come to times-up. I leant forward and whispered in his ear, "I finish at three. Meet me out back."

Before I knew it, Grey was closing up, which meant I got to leave. As I left, I called bye to the boss, and then headed out back. The hot guy had watched me until half two, and then left. But when I headed to my car out back, I saw him waiting for me. He smiled at me, and crossed the car park. He pulled me into a deep kiss. "Come to my hotel room." he said to me, as we leant against my car, before making out for a bit. I smiled back at him and nodded.

He drove his car, the Chevy Impala that I had admired earlier today, or I should say, yesterday, to his, and to my suprise, my hotel. We went up to his room, and he banged on the door, but it was bolted shut. He uttered a few of my favourite curse words, and then I suprised him by leading him to my room.

I unlocked the door, and the guy and I started kissing as soon as the door was open. I backed him into the room, lingered the the door long enough for me to lock the door behind me. "You even going to ask my name?" he panted between kisses. I kissed him back and whispered back seductively, "Is that even relevant?" He smirked and we began fumbling with our clothes. Once our clothes were strewn around the room, I pushed Dean on the bed, and straddled him, and smirked down at his shocked face. "What, don't tell me you don't like me on top?" I asked. He replied by pushing himself inside me. Groaning, I sighed in pleasure. Then, I took control. After we had both climaxed, I rolled off, and fell asleep. My ex told me I was like a man by doing that.

The next morning, I woke up to my ususal nightmare, but the guy who I slept with last night was fumbling around, looking for his boxers. I cleared my throat loudly.

"Looking for something?" I asked. The guy almost jumped out of his skin. "let me guess, you are usually pretty good at sneaking out after a one night stand?"

He nodded guiltily. I pulled out his boxers from under my head, and threw them to him. The guy opened his mouth to apologise or something. "Don't worry about it. It was a one night stand for both of us, right?" I said. He nodded. "You can let yourself out, I have to shower." I added, kissing the guy on the cheek, and then heading into the bathroom. From the bathroom, I heard him say to himself, "Well, that sucks. Could have had something there." I grinned to myself and turned the shower on.

Fifteen minutes later, I emerged from the shower, and, still in just my towel, I booted up my laptop, and checked today's newpaper. Ah, something right up my alley. But first I should probably explain what I mean by 'my alley'. Well, it's been eight months since I witnessed my family's mass muder. The police have questioned me, proclaimed me insane, and almost had me incarcerated for life. They thought I did it. Since then (it took them a month to figure out that I didn't do it), I've figured out that the men who murdered my family were a group of demons. Yeah, I know, sounds insane. I've been told that a bit too often. I've done a lot of research and figured out how to kill all sorts of these bastards. It's been seven months, and I've been doing sort of a tour of the States, killing demons in all sorts of places, Minnesota, Tennessee, Texas, New York; basically all over the damn place. I still haven't run into Yellow-Eyes. But I'm hoping I do. I want to kill that mother-fucking bastard.

So, this one 'up my alley', is a vampire. He's been killing right here. He, or maybe it's a she, don't know yet, had killed two couples last night. Shit, I'm such a bitch. I was out working and having a one night stand last night, and I missed it. But I'll get it tonight. Vampires usually hibernate, and this one will be out for more tonight, so I'll put myself up for bait.

I then grabbed my bag and pulled out some clothes that I thought would attract a creature of the night. After pulling on my underwear and bra, I grabbed out a pair of vintage-wash jeans, and a grey v-neck t-shirt. Even though I knew it would be cold at the cemetery tonight, I decided against a scarf. Cemetery, I know. But vampires aren't known for their sense of originality. After I was dressed, I whipped out my cell phone and called Grey to say I couldn't work tonight.

"Grey." he answered very professionally.

"Hey, it's Morgan." I answered.

"Oh, hey. Nice going last night. Got us a lot of money." Grey replied.

I winced. If we did good last night, what happens if the same guys come looking for me. "I can't come in tonight, Grey." I said quickly, hoping that he wouldn't start yelling.

"Oh, what? Why not?" He asked indignantly.

"Another job already called me." I lied. Well, it wasn't really a lie. It did call me. Or I called it. Either way, I couldn't go to the Strip Club tonight.

"Oh. Well, I'll just have to call you first next time, won't I?" Grey asked rhetorically.

"Bye, Grey." I said. He had already hung up. I rolled my eyes, and prepared myself for the little stake out tonight. Get it, 'stake' out. Oh, forget it.

That night, I arrived in the cemetery at about midnight. Seems fitting to be in a cemetery at midnight. Goes with the whole creepy theme.

I sat down at the first mausoleum tomb that I saw, and opened the latest romance novel that I had bought. Tacky, I know, but I've read them since I was eighteen, and it's kind of hard to break the habit. About half an hour went by and I was almost finished when a shadow fell over my head. I looked up, and saw a man standing over me.

"You know, it's not a very good idea to be out here all alone." He said.

"I quite like being out here. More peaceful than a bar." I replied.

He smiled widely, laughed and I saw his teeth lengthen. As he leant closer to my neck, I drew up my jeans leg and grabbed out my knife and rammed it into his neck. "Not very nice is it?" I quipped, moving out of his reach. Unfortuately, he was a vampire, and wasn't dead yet. Well, dead as in dusted. He ran towards me, and I roundhouse-kicked him, knocking him onto his back. "You done?" I asked him, pressing the toe of my shoe down on his throat.

His eyes narrowed at me, and he tried to kick me, but missed. "Apparently not." I said, to my now answered question. I knelt down next to him, and picked up his hand. "You see this line on your hand," I said, pointing to the 'life-line'. "it shows how long you have to live. Unfortunately, you're going to have to deal with being a leftie." Grinning at his confused face, I pulled my Remington 57 out of the back of my jeans. Without flinching, I shot off his hand. "Ready to talk now?" I asked again. The vampire gulped and replied, "Yes."

"Now we're getting somewhere. So, I'm betting you know who killed the Wickham family." I said, keeping my eyes on him, so he couldn't run away without dying. But I needed to get some information out of him. I watched as a hint of familiarity crossed his eyes when I said 'Wickham'. "So you do know." I added, by the look on his face.

He shifted uncomfortably. "I can't tell you that. He'd kill me." He said, sounding generally scared of Yellow-Eyes.

"Well, you're already heading that way if you don't tell me." I replied, with an evil look in my eye. Still, the vampire wasn't talking. He just lay there. Silent. I looked down at his face, and looked him over. "Well, if you're going to be that way..." I trailed off. My eyes lingered on his crotch, and I replaced my Remington 57 with the knife that I used to stab him in the neck. "Then I might just have to go south of the border," I said, making an effort to sound sympathetic. This could actually be quiet interesting if he didn't start talking at this. "and it's a two for one offer tonight." The vampire's eyes widened in fear at my comment.

"Okay, okay! I'll talk. The one with the yellow eyes, his name's Azazel." He said quietly.

"Sorry, didn't quite get that." I said, cupping my ear to make it seem as if I was deaf.

"Azazel. That's his name!" The vampire yelled.

"Thankyou. That wasn't so hard, was it?" I replied, smirking. I picked my book back up, and went to head back to my car.

"Wait! You're just going to let me go?" He called.

I smiled to myself. "That's a good point." I turned half way around, pulled my gun out, loaded it with a magazine of small silver bullets, and shot the vampire. I could hear him turning to ash as I walked back to my car.

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