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Chapter 4
"Well, well, well, isn't it our favorite little backstabber," the first vampire that walked through the door growled with a wide grin. He was big and bulky with short cut blond hair and dark eyes.
The vampire that I had somehow hit, stood up, rubbing his jaw where a red bruise had formed. He glanced at me for a brief moment before turning his focus to the three muscle heads that were now in the house with the door quietly shut behind them. "Right now isn't a good time, Zeke," he said. "I'm already in the middle of one crazy crisis."
"I am not a crazy crisis," I growled.
"No but you are crazy," he replied, not caring if the other vampires looked at him like he was insane.
"Wow, the mighty Malcolm Selixd has finally snapped," the vampire Zeke, said.
I stopped. No, it couldn't be? "Wait, your name is Malcolm Selixd? Like as in Selixd Family that rules that Vampire empire? You're the youngest son, the only who run away."
"More like banished," he replied.
"Talking to yourself, are we Mal? Your father always said you would lose your marbles," Zeke said.
Mal looked very pissed. "I'm not talking to myself, I am talking to a ghost who won't die and is being a pain in my…"
He was cut off as one of them through a dagger at his head. He dodged it, walking right through me. "Enough talking. Crazy or not, your sister wants your head on a plate," Zeke laughed.
Mal straightened and laughed. "Good old Kahla. Is she is still pissed about that whole human thing?"
The shorter vampire beside Zeke attacked, rushing towards, sword in hand. He went for Mal's head, but Mal or should I say, Prince Mal got to his first, ripping his head right off the vampire's shoulders. Blood splattered onto everything except me.
"Show off much," I said, arms crossed. I was still mad at him for attacking me with salt.
Mal smirked. "At least I can…" He trailed off as he was tackled by the other vampire who then threw in a few dozen fast punches. Damn this vampire was quick and strong. Mal couldn't throw him off and was even slightly confused as why he couldn't.
I hit the other vampire like I did to Mal, but I couldn't. My hands just went right through him. "What is happening? Why can't I touch you?!" I screamed.
"Because you're a freakin ghost!" Mal yelled back, just as angry as I was; he was just a lot bloodier. I couldn't be bloody.
After a few more minutes, Mal stopped struggling and the vampire stood up and brought him to his knees. I felt helpless. I couldn't stop them from killing the only person who could see me. Zeke approached pulling out a wooden blade. "I'm sorry it has to end this, Malcolm," Zeke said, raising his sword.
Mal snorted, spitting blood out of his mouth. His beautiful face was now all black and bloody, though I knew it would only be a few hours before it was completely healed. "No you're not," he hissed, looking extremely dangerous, but very weak.
"You're right, I am not." His sword went down, but it never finished the deed, because suddenly I had the other sword in my hand and I copped Zeke's arm off. He screamed, stumbling back. The vampire holding Mal down, released him for a brief moment, but that was all Mal needed. He leaped up, fists clenched together, hitting the vampire square in the jaw. He quickly killed the vampire while he was still recovering. Zeke on the other hand, run, right out the door, leaving his arm.
And then there was silent and Mal and I just stood there, staring at the door. I was somehow still holding the sword, though I had no idea how. I really hate having no idea what's going on.
Finally after we knew for sure that Zeke was not coming back, we looked at each, Mal breathing hard and me, not even breathing. "I should probably thank you," he said sourly, "but if you hadn't been here, I wouldn't have been distracted and would have done perfectly."
"So, you're saying this is my fault?!" I yelled. "You are unbelievable."
"Well you did chase my dinner away," he growled.
I coughed a laugh. "And that's why you were so weak? You haven't feed."
"Not since this morning."
"Well, aren't you a saint," I grumbled and suddenly the sword dropped from my hand, landing in my feet. "What the hell?!"
Mal laughed, wiping off some blood on his face. "You really have no idea what a ghost can do, do you?"
I glanced at him funny. "What do you mean?"
He shook his head, walking to the door and shutting it. Either of us wanted prying eyes, though no one could see me. "Forget it. The less you know how to do the better. Anyways I don't have time to explain it to you, not with two bodies in my apartment and an arm."
"Right, so you're probably just going to try to get rid of me again," I sneered.
"And why would I do that?"
I stared at him confused. This guy didn't make any sense to me. "Because you clearly don't want me here nor do you wish to help. You think I'm crazy."
"No," he objected, picking up one of the bodies. "I know you're crazy. There is a difference."
"Thanks," I grumbled. I felt tired and drain like I needed sleep, but ghost don't sleep right? Mal slowly carried the bodies to a window and tossed them out, straight into a dumpster, though he didn't throw the arm out. "Great place to put the bodies, just throw them out the window!"
Mal glared at me and then moved forward to the bathroom, turning the on water. "They'll be ash by dawn, remember?"
I just nodded. How could I forget that?
See when vampires die, the sun will burn up their bodies, but it has no effect on them when they are living or un-living? It makes disposing of their bodies very easy. I glanced around the living room, while he washed the blood off his already healing face. The place was destroyed. "Sorry about your apartment. It did have a pretty nice setup," I admitted. There was no point in being nasty at the moment. He wasn't going to spare me with salt if I behaved and I was truly too tired to make a fuss.
"I'll just have to steal money from good old mum and dad," he said, coldly, clearly in pain from his healing face. He winced at the side of his face slowly healed over. Whoever told you that when vampires heal it doesn't hurt, they are wrong. Human skin takes days, even weeks to heal, but to a vampire it only takes hours and it's a painful process.
"Mum and dad? You mean Lord Cornlin Selixd and Lady Mar Selixd? Strange. We, hunters were made to believe that you were dead," I said, leaning against the door in the bathroom.
"That's because dear old mum and dad wanted you too, because they wanted to. They want nothing to do with me and I am completely okay with that."
"They can't be that bad."
Mal stopped, turned off the water and turned to me, coming less than inches away from me. "That statement coming from a vampire hunter is meaningless. Vampire hunters are just as much of a monster as we are. We both kill, sometimes for survival and sometimes for fun and even for both. It's the way of life."
I stepped up on my tippy- toes, not wanting to be looked down on, but I was still shorter than him. "Well, good thing I'm not living at the moment."
He cracked a smile. It was the smile of when we first meet, which not seemed like forever ago. Smug, luring and completely charming. "Either am I."
We just stood there for a few long minutes. Him staring down at me, myself, trying not to be looked down upon. I could feel the tension building and something else, though I didn't know what it was; I knew I didn't like it. He suddenly snorted a laugh and then pulled away. "What?" I grumbled.
"You look tired," he said, almost laughing, "which is odd because ghosts don't get tired."
"Oh, and you would know?" I challenged.
"I would and another thing I know about ghost is because they are separated from their bodies, they are now their minds, meaning almost everything they think comes out of their month, which isn't a problem cause most people can't see you or hear you," he explained.
"I don't believe that."
A challenged gleamed in his eyes and he wiped the blood off his chest and I couldn't help by start. He did have a nice strong chest. He stepped close to me again. I stared for a moment and then looked up into his eyes. "Now tell me what do you think? Am I attractive?" His voice was sedative and I knew if I had a body, I would be able to feel his breath on my cheek.
But I didn't, meaning I couldn't feel and I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself. "Yes, very attractive," I hissed, nastily. "Happy?"
"Very." He stepped back, picking up the chopped off arm and walking towards his room. "Now if you don't mind I think I am going to bed. It's been a long night with you destroying my life, not getting feed and oh yeah, the assassins that tried to kill me."
"I did not destroy your life," I growled.
He waved the arm around and then shrugged. "Not yet, but I doubt you're going anywhere anytime soon."
I slowly sat on the couch, feeling more and more tired. "Most likely not."
He looked slightly irritated at this, but then he just brushed it off. He was about to go to bed when he stopped and looked back at me one more time. "What's your name?"
That was the number one no-no when it came to being a vampire hunter. Never tell the leeches your name or let them see your face, because unlike vampires who are masters at disappearing, it was be near impossible for me to disappear. I just looked away, my face grim.
He snorted. "Not going to tell. Vampire hunter training too strong for you to tell me your name?"
I hesitated and then slowly I said, "Andria."
He smiled and then disappeared into his room. I waited until he was gone for a good few minutes and then laid down and oddly enough fell asleep.
Mal's pro
I never went to bed. I couldn't not with this ghost, Andria in the other room. I still didn't understand what she wanted. She seemed to find me wherever I went, so at this moment there was no point in trying to chase her away. I slowly opened the door, hoping she would be gone. Ghosts just seem to disappear when people aren't around, but then again this girl is nothing like any ghost I have ever seen.
I use to see ghosts all the time when I was growing up, but then it happened and since then I haven't seen a single ghost, until now. But she was different. A different kind of ghost. More human, less depressed. More alive.
It was confusing me, but what confused me ever more when I saw her on the couch asleep.
What the hell? Ghosts don't sleep! They can't sleep. They disappear when no one wants them around or they think they don't need to be around, they don't lie down on your couch and take a nap!
As I moved to the kitchen, she didn't moved, didn't even hear me. Even when I started to clean up, she didn't move. She didn't even hear me. She didn't move all night as I cleaned and straightened my apartment. Now you probably think I am a clean freak, but do you know how hard it is to get blood out of a carpet? It doesn't come out easy and is a pain in my butt. Also I couldn't sleep and I wasn't just going to wait around in my room.
I was almost done when suddenly Andria started tossing and returning, waving her arms around and kicking and screaming. I ran to her side, going to try to wake her up, but as I went to grab her, she just went through me.
Ghost right! Stupid freak that wouldn't leave me alone.
Okay, maybe I can't touch her, but I can talk to her. "Andria. Andria! What the hell is wrong with you? You're less annoying when you're wake. Hell! Wake up, you're a freakin weirdo! Ghosts don't sleep, the living do!"
I was more expressing myself, than actually trying to help. I wanted her out of my life and away from me.
Just as quickly as she had started, she stopped, suddenly waking up and grabbing hold of my arms. Her eyes were wide and sweat seemed to be rolling down her face, but that was impossible. Her touch was hot as if she was in a fire, but that was also impossible too. "Fire," she said, hoarsely and then there was a bright black light and we weren't in my apartment anymore.
Oh, hell!
