Hey guys! This story was first written for fun for me, and it actually turned out really good! Hope you all enjoy it! And I did change the story of the game, but it's only to make for some fun stuff! I hope it's to your liking, and I only did this story as a fun project! Plus, I love the idea of Booker and Vampires. What fun, huh? :D
The dark room was barely lit with a few stray lights. My hands drummed on the desk, restlessly moving against the dark wood. The smokey air from the cigarette between my teeth soothed me. "I'm done talking about it," I grumbled. The man before me sighed, leaning closer. I raised an eyebrow. The longer he stood there, the more restless I became. These kinds of conversations always made me restless.
"I'm only asking if you remember the face."
"Why does it matter? It was a long time ago."
Clenching my jaw, I put out the cigarette in the ash tray. The man sighed again. Shut up. I'm tired of all your damn sighing. All this man ever did was sigh. For two days now he's been hanging around, trying to get information about her. Why did anyone have a right to know? This was my business. Rolling my eyes, I could see the man push his glasses up again.
"Please, Mr. DeWitt, these creatures are very dangerous. You must explain to me everything," He said. I raised an eyebrow, standing up from my seat. He also loved telling me what to do. These people must not know me very well. Guess I'd make them remember me. I grabbed the man's collar, pulling him forward. The frail man gasped, narrowing his eyes.
"Listen, I don't even know who the hell you are. You show up at my fucking place, ask me for information. I think you need me way more than I need you. Either you take what I give you or you can leave."
"Calm down, Booker. I'm sure we can address this situation a lighter way."
I glared down at him, slowly setting him back down. He cleared his throat, straightening his tie. "Alright, now.. What do you remember about that night?" He asked. I shrugged, leaning against my desk. "Like I said... it's been a long time." The man's expression changed. I sighed, seeing those familiar eyes. I don't need his damn pity. I don't need anyone's pity.
"I know it was a difficult time, but there's much we need to know," He said, softly. I nodded, rolling my eyes. He saw my expression, slowly changing back to his professional stare. Did I look that crazy? "What can you tell me about the stranger?" He asked. I chuckled, looking up at him with a smirk. "Well, I sure wasn't being friendly to 'em." The man rolled his eyes. "I meant what did they look like. Please, I have a lot of work to do."
I chuckled again, smirking wider. "Well, so do I. Guess we both ain't getting a raise anytime soon," I mumbled. The man was getting agitated. I could see it in the wrinkles in his young face. Good. I want to see you get frustrated. I've been feeling it for years. I gave up, pushing off the desk and grabbing another cigarette. Anything I could do to get this guy off my back, I'd do in a heartbeat.
"All I know is she was a woman."
"Can you tell me anything about her features?"
I shook my head, furrowing my eyebrows as I thought. The memory was easy to come across, though I had hoped to forget about it. "She had light hair, dark clothes. She jumped out the window before I could see her face." The man nodded, watching me closely. I raised an eyebrow. I wasn't here for a therapy session. "Stop starin' at me like that," I grumbled. He nodded, pressing his lips. I rolled my eyes, breathing in the thick smoke into my lungs. How much longer will this take? I have shit to take care of.
"That's good. We're getting somewhere."
"Yeah. Are you planning on finding her?"
The man shrugged, sighing deeply. "We hope to, but it's been a long time. She might be too far away now." I nodded, my eyes shifting to the floor. Has this damn place always been this dirty? Since when do I even give a damn? Grumbling to myself, I threw out the second cigarette. "Glad I could be of service." The man nodded, outstretching his hand. I shook it, quickly turning back to my desk.
"I promise, Booker, will find her," He said. I chuckled, smirking slightly. They weren't going to find her. It took them two decades to even bat an eyelash. The man turned on his heels, going for the door. "Why you looking for her now?" I asked as his hands wrapped around the doorknob. The man stood for a few seconds, then spoke firmly.
"We didn't know the truth."
He left in a rush, leaving me standing alone in the quite. I chuckled to myelf, shaking my head. I guess it's true. We didn't know about those fuckers until after the plague. I leaned against my desk, crossing my arms over my chest. It was still bullshit it took this long. I didn't want to have to dig up the same old things. It always ended up bad in the end.
Why should you care anyway? You like bad, don't you?
Rolling my eyes, I avoided the voice in my head. Nothing has been the same after that night. Everything was different. Not that it wasn't bullshit before. Sighing, I rubbed my temples. "Damn headaches again," I grumbled. I didn't have time to deal with this. Work was already a hassle, without the damn memories, or men bothering me.
Just get rid of them. It's not like you need any of this anyway. I rolled my eyes. Each time I tried to repress it, there was always something that came back. It was harder, fiercer. I cursed under my breath. "Maybe I do need those fucking therapy sessions." Sitting down, I leaned back, breathing a sigh. Yeah, that's great. Go sit in front of someone, and let them tell you what your problems are. Perfect, especially since you hate people.
Grinding my teeth, I grabbed another cigarette. They always calmed me. Lighting it, I looked down at the papers scattered on my desk. All shit. Nothing of importance here. Just bills, letters, and gambling tickets. Don't know why I do it. I never win a damn thing. Running my fingers through my hair, I shoved the papers to the side. All they ever did was bother me, make me impatient.
Quit feeling sorry for yourself! Gambling is an art. You're just learning the ropes. I chuckled to myself. "I've been learnin' the ropes for years. I still got nothing." I raised an eyebrow, seeing a paper shoved to the side that I hadn't seen before. "The hell..?" I reached for it, slowly easing out the creases. My eyes trailed over the words on the page. It was a letter. A letter I'd never seen before in my life.
Reading it further, I realized why I'd never seen it. My jaw clenched with each pasing word. Once I got to the bottom, I threw the paper to the side. Cursing loudly, I felt my anger rising. Relax. It's only a letter. I stood up from my seat, refraining from kicking and punching furnature. That familiar anger that resided inside was coming back. Where did that damn thing come from? It was burned a long time ago.
I stood in the middle of the room, fists and jaw clenched. You're a big baby, DeWitt. The voice was getting louder. Each word only made my anger grow. I hadn't felt this angry since that night. There you go. Remember that pain. It makes you the real you again. Pacing the room, I tried to push the thought far from my mind. It wasn't worth remembering now. Too may years have passed. But I began to relive the memory.
If only I hadn't been so stupid. Of all nights, that night I had to go out. I had to leave her alone. The one time I decided to walk out that door. I had to be a fool and scream at her. The last time I saw her, and I had to be the ass that I am. I shuddered, remembering the scene. What's wrong? Blood doesn't bother you, remember? I ground my teeth, forcing the voice away again.
My head pounded remembering all the flashing lights. Lightning. The worst part about that night was seeing her for the last time. The paleness of her face. The blood that dripped from her small body. Her dark hair scattered around that porsceline face. The only person I ever actually cared about. My only reason for living. A man like me isn't easy to love.
Oh, shut up. You're getting soft. Where's the fearless killer?
Cursing again, my fist connected with the wall. The rush it left wasn't good enough to relax me, but at least it numbed my hand. The one thing that I wanted to remember I couldn't. That damn stranger. If only I had gotten there a few minutes more. I wouldn't have cared what happened to me. At least, she'd be alive today. They both would be alive.
The feeling left me empty. Even feeling anything was a step in the right direction. Empty. "That explains me perfectly, doesn't it?" I mumbled. Rubbing my temples, I leaned against the wall. The room became dark, closing in on me. I chuckled to myself, looking back to the letter I'd thrown to the ground. Remembering it now, I almost wanted to laugh at the words on the page. Everything that was said I had already knew.
I already knew what had happened that day. A letter from the coroner didn't make a damn difference. Except for the words at the bottom of the page, near the description of her body. The body that was only mine to touch, suddenly was everyone's to touch. Poking and proding. Just thinking about it drew my anger back.
The fact that I let someone handle her like that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the creature that did it. Something that wasn't even human. If only I could've saw her face. If only I could've watched her die, just like she had watched my life die. I was strong, but not strong enough to kill something like that. Clenching my fists, I tried to forget about that detail. I tried to focus on the positive.
The positive? You sound like a preacher. I sighed, feeling my hand start to ache again. I'd put more force into it than I'd wanted to. Just like I always do. Too forceful. Mumbling to myself, I stepped back to my desk, grabbing the letter. Gazing at the words again, I slowly slipped back into mymemories. This time, I was there to save her. I could be with her, even if that meant taking her place. But everything always ends the same.
Blood.
I ripped the letter into pieces, slipping them into the trash. One small piece was left after everything was tossed. I chuckled, picking up the last few words that had haunted me for years. The description that I didn't understand before, but I did now. The last and final memory about her. The single, most important role in this entire situation. The reason that strange man was here before, and the reason I had that painful memory in my mind.
'Cause of death: blood loss. The woman had two single dots on her neck.'