Episode 2: Inhuman Brilliance
Avert not Thine Eyes
-Two Weeks Later-
You bit into an apple, the sweet juices refreshing your throat. Hmm, apples… the goofy priest at the tram station. It had been a good two weeks since you last saw him, the rain had made the evenings cool and pleasant. A gentle breeze flowed through the alleyways, not much had changed; still a dirty little stray, still alone.
'Perhaps he and I will meet again… no. It makes it sound like some kind of fairytale; a handsome prince transforms the beggar girl into a princess. Yeah right, and I'm the Queen of Albion!' A tinkling of tin cans at the end of the alley made you sit up, gently touching the small gun hidden in your jeans.
"It's not safe for pretty girls at walk alone." A sinister, cold voice spoke from the end of the alley.
'Oh no… vampire, not good.' You cocked your gun, leaving your bag by your feet. "Leave me alone, I have done nothing against you!" A gust of wind shot into your face as he ran towards you with inhuman speed. Firing your gun, you heard a grunt of pain, firing again the scent of blood reached your nose. A deep growl came from his throat as he knocked the gun from your hands and pushed you against the wall of the alley. His face buried itself deep in your hair as you squirmed with disgust.
"Mmm…apples. You smell so sweet my dear; I hope your blood tastes the same." He pulled back, his eyes glinting in the dark. Running a nail down your neck, it stopped at your collarbone. He smiled and lowered his head to your neck. "Scream as I drain you dry…" The Power shock through you, the flooding light from inside began to swell.
"NO!!" You screamed, the Power was released, the light engulfing you and him. A horrified scream came from his lips, and then all was silent. His corpse lay at your feet, or what was left of it, burnt to a crispy husk by your inhuman light. 'Run, I have to run!' So you did, leaving everything behind, the body, your bag, your gun. You just had to run, flee, get away from what had happened, tears streaming out of your eyes. Finding an isolated corner, you sat down and cried. 'I didn't mean to kill him, just… Oh God!!' You punched a wall out of frustration, the blood dribbling down your hand. Leaning against the cold brick wall, you passed out, exhausted.
-Abel's View-
-3 mins ago-
Soon I had to return to Rome, the airship was leaving tomorrow morning. Father Tres and I had been successful in removing most of the vampires that had gone rogue and started attacking people.
'Those poor people and that one woman we found. Poor soul.' I continued walking along, passing a tram station. 'Hmm, I hope that girl was okay. She was so nice to me, and she didn't know anything about me. But, there was something about her… like I knew her before we met. Never mind…' Suddenly I heard a scream that pierced the silence like an arrow, a brilliant flash of light came from one of the alleyways in the distant. A silvery white light, so bright it was like the sun.
"Human in distress 435meters away, commence pursuing." Tres said in his monotone. I pulled out my gun as well.
"Continue Tres! Find the source of the scream." We ran together along the wet road, arriving at the alley. A terrible stench reached my nose, a vampire corpse burnt to a crispy husk lay on the ground, lips wide apart in a scream of terror. A small hand gun and a backpack was next to it, I picked up the bag to inspect it.
"Vampire, male, terminated 8.23 seconds ago." Looking in the bag, a small picture frame was tucked away, showing a wife, husband, both with brown hair and a small child, probably only four. She had short brown hair, large brown eyes and pink ribbons in her hair.
"Was the vampire the source of the scream Tres?"
"Negative, the audio signature was female. Continuing to find origin of sound." I looked into the bag again, touching something smooth. Pulling out a ripe, red apple slightly wet from the bag.
"It can't be?! The girl at the tram station?!" I pulled out my gun and continued walking down the alley, holding tight to the backpack. Tres and I came to a small corner between two alleys; the girl was curled up against the wall, her knuckles bleeding.
"Source of audio signal had been matched, female, 17 years of age." I lent down and picked her up, giving Tres the bag. Her skin was a little paler then when I saw it last and her breathing was sharp and ragged.
"Father Tres, contact Cardinal Kate. Tell her that we need another ticket to Rome." Ana was coming with us, she did something extraordinary tonight, she belongs in the Vatican.