ENJOY!
Chapter 3
There was a whole world that Emily never knew existed. This new world consisted of its own separate society from the humans, a dictatorship run by a frightening king - Sirius -who knew no boundaries when it came to getting his way. There were also many laws that her race were to follow, all set up by the king. These laws had been set up since the beginning signs of vampires started to arise. None of Emily's new knowledge was mentioned in her readings of Thomas' journal, perhaps he wasn't ever a part of the vampire's society. He seemed to have a hard time controlling his thirst, much like Emily.
After she had killed her first two humans, it was non-stop kill after kill. She couldn't do anything about it; she was stuck in a Hell that she had refused to be sucked into, well, while she was still sane enough to believe that. It had been over two centuries since she had turned, and she had been moving from country to country, trying to outrun her personal torment.
Each place that she went - her past followed, every kill that she made haunted her like a soldier's first battle. She had learned to live with it, but it still consumed her at times, clouding her sanity, helping her to commit the same sin she tried so hard to turn away from.
The busy streets of Paris were bright and noisy as Emily made her way through the crowds toward ICE - a vampire nightclub. She was looking for more information on something she'd heard on her last visit. She heard of a man that was skilled in teaching vampires how to control themselves in times of heightened emotions.
Her attention was caught when she saw the neon sign's reflection shining in the rain puddle at her feet. Looking up,she noticed the long line of flashy mortals waiting for their turn to get inside. Sirius was right about them being stupid, the knowledge that vampires existed was known to most, but they never heeded the warnings.
Emily walked up to the front of the line, bypassing already drunk people, who were yelling out at her for cutting. The bouncer, sensing she was a vampire, lifted up the rope and moved aside, letting her through. The smell of blood and alcohol drenched the air when she first walked into the dark room. The neon lights were spread out, moving in all directions, along with the women maneuvering in seductive ways on private podiums. She needed to go towards the bar and get some alcohol in her system to block out the excitement of this place.
She signaled the bartender, pulling his attention away from the drunken humans he was trying to seduce. He glanced over and promised the humans he'd come back as he made his way over.
"What can I get ya?" He asked, sounding annoyed.
"Whisky, neat." Emily looked around as she replied. She turned back to see the man's brow turned up, questioning her choice in drinks. She looked at him and flashed her fangs. The man's expression changed suddenly and he moved at a faster pace while he made her drink. He slid it over to her and quickly walked back to the girls.
She made her way from the bar towards the outside of the club, trying to keep away from the grabbing hands of cocky drunks, looking for any place that weren't crowded with humans. She finally found a space out on the balcony overlooking Paris. The lights on the Eiffel Tower were shining brightly, changing colors and patterns often. The sounds of horns and brakes squeaking beneath her made Emily snap out of her trance, so that she was now focusing on the information again.
She began by focusing on different conversations, boyfriend troubles, last night on the town before marriage, and moans of pleasure from victims of the night. She wasn't getting what she was looking for; she was trying to find him. He went to this bar all the time, always sat at the same place, always stayed there - drinking away his night. She tried focusing again, this time looking below to see if he was entering.
"Bonjour!" said a thick voice behind her.
"Bonjour." Emily responded, still looking down. She was in no mood to talk with some guy trying to pick her up for sex, especially not a human. He started talking more, asking her how she was, if she was enjoying the club, anything to catch her attention and get her to talk to him.
"Look, I'm not interested; I'm just here to have a drink. Alone." She sneered, finally glancing at him. He was tall, about 6ft, his hair was shaved and he was wearing a black long sleeve shirt and jeans. His eyes were excited after she spoke to him, but a little dissatisfaction appeared when he finally figured out what she said.
"You speak English? Sorry, I would have started with that at first but it's hard to tell the difference."
"You understood me then. Not interested, human." She snarled, looking down again. She was trying to focus on anything that would distract her from the smell of his blood.
"And a vampire. Huh, didn't expect that, you look a lot more innocent." He smirked slightly.
"Is there something wrong with your hearing or are you just stupid?" She said coldly looking back at him.
"Ouch. I just wanted a dance," He said, raising his hands up in defeat. His eyes became amused as the conversation went on.
"I'm good, but thanks." She focused again on other conversations around her, since scouting the entrance wasn't working.
"I'm Justin, and you are?" The man asked, quirking his brow up, waiting for a response. He was moving closer now, obviously taking her thanks as a way in. She was still focusing in on others; she was hearing different names but not the ones she was looking for. She stopped when she heard someone mention hunters.
"Isn't that guy on the balcony a hunter?
"Yeah! Look, that's hunter symbols on the back of his neck!" She immediately turned towards him; he was looking at her- still waiting for a response to his question.
"Sorry, I don't speak to hunters." Emily started glancing around for a way out of the club, but the main entrance was blocked by the influx of people being let in by the bouncer. She also didn't see any alternative door that led away from the club, mostly because it was so crowded. Her only option was to jump from the balcony.
"How did you-?" The hunter began, his eyes wide at her knowledge.
Without giving it another thought, Emily leaped over the railing, falling two stories down onto the street with a loud thud, catching everyone's attention in the line beside the club, She glanced back up to see the hunter looking over the railing down at her, his eyes had lost their cocky aura and were now flaming at the fact he'd lost his kill. She gave him a cocky smirk of her own before turning and started running in the opposite direction.
"She jumped off the balcony. I'm in pursuit, everyone move in." Justin said as he backed into the club, running through the crowds of people towards the exit. He pushed his way through until he was flying down the steps and out the door towards the direction of the escaped vampire.
How could he be so careless? How could he let his kill of the night get away? On top of that, he failed to seduce her. His smart-ass attitude always worked down even the toughest walls. He had underestimated her. She looked so innocent, and her face was soft but held a pained expression, like she had been through more than what the files stated. But that didn't matter, she was a cold-blooded killer, and she had been on the hunter's top wanted list long before he ever came along. She was dangerous and killed violently - without any mercy, never leaving even a drop of blood in her victim's bodies.
"Justin!" Someone called out behind him; he stopped running and turned towards the voice, catching his breath before he spoke.
"Liam. Did you find her?" he walked towards the other man, his breath still ragged.
"No, but I can still smell her, she has quite a strong scent." Liam responded glancing around with his nose in the air and taking in a long sniff. Liam lifted a belt with a gun and stakes towards his partner.
"Well, which way did she go? I can't smell her like you," Justin replied, taking the belt from Liam and attaching it around his waist, pulling out the gun, to release the clip and inspect the bullets and then pressing it back into place.
"Silver bullets and stakes huh? I'm guessing our job is to kill her then and not take her alive?"
"They told you that in the meeting, I knew you weren't listening." Liam accused, hitting his partner lightly on the shoulder.
"What? I was distracted, she was pretty." Justin laughed.
"They all are. That's why, when you start thinking like that, you end up getting killed," Liam snapped, looking around, still in search of the right direction. "She is smart though, she's rubbed her scent all over everything to throw us off. How does she know that we have vampire hunters?"
"Well, she is close to Sirius, maybe he told her." Justin suggested, while putting his gun back in it's holster.
"That may be the case. So, I guess you were paying attention when we were looking over the files," Liam mocked as he started in the direction where the smell was strongest. He was thrown off by it, it smelled so sweet, he couldn't explain it through words, just as something he had never smelt before. "Maybe that's why Sirius keeps her around." He commented to Justin.
"Because she smells good? That's kind of weird, when you think about it. That couldn't be the only reason." Justin said
"You don't understand, if you could just get a whiff of it, you'd be hooked." Liam responded, turning his head around to find the stronger smell.
"Whoa there, down boy. Good boy." Justin mocked with a smirk, patting Liam's head.
"You're trying to piss me off, aren't you?" Liam snarled, removing Justin's hand from his head.
"No, of course not. Now, onward boy, we have a killer to catch." Justin joked while pointing in Liam's direction, laughing.
Liam's eyes light up in fury at his partner's comments. Justin always knew how to push his buttons; if they hadn't known each other all their lives then he would have killed him already. Liam, focusing back on his task, took another whiff of the air; the strong, sweet smell filled his nostrils, pleasure running through him as he began moving towards it, Justin following suit not far behind him.
XOXO
Odessa
