jordanhoward-awesome: since summer is here i'll be bored out of my mind so i'm starting a few more fics, i still have my kick-ass fic Padded in Purple and the other fics i'll start will be centered in the story of The Losers and The Avengers. So enjoy this new saga and review me please.
Oh god! It hurts so much. What the fuck! Where am I? Jesus man, I'm bleeding. My heart hurts, it has literally stopped beating. My neck, my wrist; what the fuck happened. Try to remember…
"Sir, hey guy!" Some kid.
"You got to help me, get me to a payphone; my sister broke her leg" I went with the kid.
"Jesus, girl, you two shouldn't even be here this late." Her fucking leg wasn't even broken.
"Owen, don't look, okay." Did that bitch do this to me?
Why the fuck is my heart not beating, why does my wound feel cold, why do I feel or better yet hear things in my head telling me to kill, it's like my blood is circulating a hundred times more than normal, and why can I smell other people in the middle of a cleared out alley; two kids to be exact.
1959 a tall man in a dark coat broke into a house full of siblings and loving parents and murdered and fed upon practically everyone in that home; the youngest was spared by the good graces of sunlight and god. Forty years later that boy has become a man, not any ordinary man; America's only living private investigator of the undead. Now I hunt the very species of evil that killed my family, I must because it is my job. My name is Maxwell Tatum: Vampire Hunter.
"You know your mother called the other night." I stared plainly at the questioning meal laid before me.
"She wanted to remind you that mother's day was two days ago." I will admit I screwed that one up, but honestly I've been preoccupied.
"Don't feel too bad, Grandma cussed me out the same night." I chuckle; at least he is trying. The waitress refills my water while I stare at the night from the window.
Then from the reflection of the glass I see her. She is sitting in the far corner from the, in the back from the bar. Even if the place wasn't a ghost town; aside from a few drunks at the bar, she would still stand out to me especially since she is sitting alone. She is pretending not to notice me, she just doesn't notice me at the very moment, or she knows that I notice her and she wants me to have the moment.
"Hey dad, how would you feel if I had a girlfriend?" He looks at me a little crazy eyed
"Jesus kiddo, I thought we were a couple bachelors over here?" His jokes do get a little stupid.
"Dad."
"Well tell me, is there a sweet thing that's got your heart?"
I don't know if I have her heart yet, but I definitely know she has mine.