Chapter 4: Story of a Girl: Gotta Get Away
Finally I have the next chapter up! Remember people, I'm not getting paid to write this stuff. I just wish I could.
"I became so sick of being with him. I just wanted to go back and start my life where I had left off. Having an overbearing tyrant like him for a master left me feeling so empty, like I was just of a shell of who I used to be.
I thought I would never be able to escape, but one night it hit me. As he screamed at me, for no apparent reason, I sat there nodding along with his complaints. Then a thought came: If vampires like us only survive on blood, what would happen to a vampire who was drained of all his blood? He would die…wouldn't he?
'Are you listening, you little ingrate?' he bellowed at me.
I quickly blocked all my thoughts from him, kept nodding as I was expected, and started to formulate my plan to free myself.
The thing was, I knew I couldn't go back home. I had been kept prisoner for such an indeterminable amount of time that I knew it wasn't right for me to come home. It had been long enough for my family to have gone looking for me, enough for them to give up hope, think I was dead, and move on. Realizing this hurt, but I had to find a new place to make my home-"
"So you came to America?" Seras asked.
"Shh! I'm not there yet!" Miss Murder whispered jokingly, waving a hand at Seras.
"It was one night when the air began to warm up, the birds started to chirp again, and the scent of early blooming flowers began to drift through the air. I had awoken early to prepare myself for the whole thing. I cleared my mind completely; I would act on instinct.
I closed my coffin and sat on top of it, staring at the door, waiting for him to come in. I tried controlling the breath that I didn't need and slow down my increasing heart rate. I could sense him waking up, and I could hear the pounding of his boots against the rotting wooden floor. The locks clicked open slowly.
The door swung open, and he strode into the room and grinned at me. I kept my face and mind as blank as possible. He went over to the table and sat down, turning the chair to face me.
I could feel his eyes burning into the back of my head, so I slowly turned to face him. He patted his lap, and I got up and went to sit as he smiled at me.
He paused his movements for a moment before he grabbed the back of my head and slammed it into the table. I could hear crunching, snapping, and popping; all were indications of just how severe my facial injuries were. I didn't move an inch as he hissed in my ear, 'Did you think I wouldn't find out? You belong to me, remember? I can hear all of your thoughts, your feelings, and your heartbeat for God's sake! How could you be that stupid to underestimate me?'
He grabbed my again and down it came as he slammed it again onto the table. 'Huh?' he yelled at me, 'Are you that stupid?'
I managed to spit a little of the blood in my mouth before I whispered, 'No.'
'What was that?' he spat in my ear as he yanked my head up and away from the table. I breathed in as much air as I could and braced myself as I replied, 'No, I'm not, you damn tyrant!'
Just as I had expected him to, he yanked my hair and threw me so hard onto the table that it broke in half. As I laid on the floor trying to heal myself as fast as possible, I could hear him laughing at me.
'Get up. You will pay for your insolence,' ordered. I refused to move. 'You dare defy your master?'
'Yes!' I screamed as I quickly grabbed one half of the table and threw it at him.
Hearing the sounds of his ribs cracking and watching him spit his own blood out of his mouth, I could tell that he had no inkling that I decided to do such a thing. Had my powers grown that strong?
I could feel the power coursing through the veins of my undead body. I smiled to myself. 'I won't be pushed around anymore,' I thought as I could feel a fire burn in my eyes.
He threw the half of the table off of him and stood up. A smirk appeared on his face as he charged at me. It soon faltered as he realized that I was charging at him. He threw out his fist, expecting to punch me in the face, but I charged myself right into his stomach, tackling him to the ground. I straddled his stomach and said, 'I refuse to let a monster like you continue to abuse me.' I punched him square in the nose and watched as the blood poured down his face. Not knowing any other real attack, I just started scratching his face with my claws.
It was only after a few slashes that I was thrown across the room. As my back slammed against the wall, I heard it snap. I screamed out in pain as my body slid to the floor, but it was quickly muffled by his boot as he proceeded to kick every part of my body."
"Then what did you do?" asked Seras nearly jumping out of her chair.
"I'm getting to it, I promise," Miss Murder replied.
Alucard sat back and stared at the two vampires. "Women…and their stories," he thought to himself as he rolled his eyes.
"As I lay there taking my beating, I waited. As soon as his leg swung back, I kicked his legs from right under him. He landed with a hard thud and then a pop. He had broken his neck, and his head was lolling to one side. I could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fell into unconsciousness.
'Now's my chance!' I thought excitedly, but I hesitated. What would I do without a master? Would I die as well? I allowed myself to dwell on it for only a moment and decided that anything would be better than staying with him. I slowly crawled up to his neck, allowed my fangs to protrude, and bit into his cold flesh.
His blood was colder than I was used to with my prey, but I drank until I couldn't anymore. I could sense that the sun would rise in a few hours, so I dragged him by an arm and a leg out of the room.
When I finally stepped out of the room, I realized that I was on a ship, bit it wasn't on water. I guess that water had gone very far inland a long time ago after a possible flood, and thus the ship was there. I managed to finally get off of it, dragging what was left of my master with me.
I walked what seemed about half an hour before I came to a clearing in the midst of the dark jungle. I dropped my master on the ground, and using strips of my filthy bloodstained nightgown, I tied his limbs to the trunks of some of the surrounding trees. As I wiped my hands on my tattered nightgown, I thought, 'this should be a fitting end for you,' and walked away.
"Pretty sadistic of you to leave your former master to burn up in the sun," Alucard commented, raising an eyebrow at Miss Murder.
"I can't believe you drained him like that. Did you get stronger?" Seras inquired.
"Well of course I did," Miss Murder replied. Seras lowered her head in embarrassment. Miss Murder reached over and ruffled the other girl's hair. "I'm just messing with you."
"I could smell the ocean and heard the faint sounds of shouting and movement, and I followed the sound. Once I was upon it, I realized that I was at the port of San Juan. Haggard old sailors sang loudly as they swilled their rum. The younger sailors swore under their breath as they helped to load and unload all of the steam ships that were in port.
I snooped around, keeping to the shadows, to try and find myself some better clothes. As I looked, I noticed someone I hadn't seen in a long time.
Her name was Alejandra Alvarez. She was an ancient looking widow who owned most of the island. She was one of the most evil women I had ever known. She had been married at least four times, all to men who were incredibly old and soon died. She took their hearts and their fortunes, but that wasn't even the worst of it.
Besides the fact that she hadn't aged well at all. She was fifty when I saw her and near death. Karma had certainly hit her hard, because of the things she had done.
After her fourth husband had died, she fired all of her husband's staff and forced many poor families to sell their children to her to work in her home. She treated the children horribly. She beat them if they were disobedient and left them half starved and made them all sleep in a horses stable!"
"Why didn't anyone do anything about it?" Seras asked completely shocked.
Before Miss Murder could open her mouth to answer, Alucard raised himself from his relaxed position and explained, "Police Girl, times were different back then. In a country like that, the poor were still considered to be property, like cattle. The wealthy could do whatever they pleased to anyone who was sold to them, and the law either couldn't or wouldn't be able to touch them."
"It's still horrible," Seras replied.
"I know," Miss Murder said.
"I studied her for a few minutes and quickly found out that she was leaving for America. The police had found one of her child slaves dead, obviously beaten to death. To escape death herself, she was running away to America.
The woman was so evil; she deserved to be put out of her misery. I wanted to kill this woman with every fiber of my being, but again I hesitated. I couldn't actually get away with murdering someone like her, but I promised myself that I would deliver her just desserts soon enough."
"You didn't kill her! Why not?" Seras asked.
"I never said I didn't. Calm down, there's more," Miss Murder answered.
"Well…"
"Well…" copied Miss Murder as she tried to steer everything back to her story.
"I kept exploring the port searching for someone's clothes. It was at least half an hour since I had arrived there and I could feel that dawn would be approaching soon. I crept into an alleyway between two buildings that were right in front of the docks. I looked around, all this just to find something to wear! Then I looked up.
Flapping in the slight breeze overhead were a pair of pants, two shirts, and a pair of socks. I jumped up to the nearest windowsill and started to scale the building until I reached the clothesline that held my prizes. I quickly grabbed the clothes and jumped down. I dressed behind a large broken crate and, to my luck; I found a pair of old forgotten sandals inside of the crate. Seeing no use for the socks, I stretched one out and put it on my head, trying to hide my hair as best as I could.
Once I was finished, I walked out onto the docks and started looking around for where that evil witch Alejandra was. I discovered her boarding one of the ships at the end of the docks.
As I hurried to try and make for the ship, I heard someone yell behind me, 'Hey you!'
I stiffened and slowly turned around. It was a drunken old sailor with gristle on his face. He started shaking a small flask of rum at a crate in front of him.
'That crate goes to the ship at the end of the dock. Take it with you, kid.'
I sighed with relief. I nodded and said in my best male voice, 'Yes, sir.'
I went over to the crate and began pushing the crate towards the boat. 'Don't push too hard. You don't want to give yourself away,' I thought the whole time. It took a good while, and I was worried that the sun would rise before I even got on the damn thing.
Luckily, I reached the ship and pushed it to where all of the other crates were gathered. Just as I turned to try and board with the other sailors, I heard somebody yell towards me.
'Oh great,' I thought as I turned around.
'Name?' he asked, pen ready in hand.
'Uhh, Pedro,' I started, watching him scribble down my fake name, 'Pedro Alderete.'
'Okay, kid, go on,' said the man.
That's when I boarded the ship. I went straight down to where the cargo was. 'The farther away I am from a porthole, the better,' I thought as I knocked on crates, seeing which had the least cargo in it.
I found one that was held a small piano. 'Oh well,' I thought as I carefully pulled off the top, climbed in and settled down to try and sleep until I reached New York."
"So that's it! That's how you came to America! What happened to that witch, Ale-, what was it?"
"Do you want the long or short of it?" Miss Murder asked.
"Short. The sun will be rising soon," Alucard interjected as he stood, ready to walk out.
"Well, I killed her," miss Murder simply stated as she headed towards the door.
"How?" asked Seras as she went after the other girl. As she passed, Alucard shook his head and smirked to himself.
"I just acted like a man trying to get under her dress one night on the ship. She realized what I was, so I made a fake ploy to make her like me. I drained her, and tossed her overboard. I told everyone on the ship about how she wouldn't allow herself to be caught and that she threw herself overboard. Since they didn't find anything stolen, they believed me."
"Wow," was all that Seras said.
Miss Murder yawned, stretching her arms out and scratching at the air like a cat. "The sun's coming up, and my ride's here. So, I will take my leave of you both for the day."
"So you want us to help you capture that Viktor V., right?"
"Yeah, I'll come over tonight, and I guess we'll all investigate what we can."
"I don't investigate; I eliminate," Alucard stated, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Are you going to help me?" Miss Murder asked, batting her eyelashes.
Her question was met with silence. "We'll see you tonight," Seras said as she went to shake Miss Murder's hand. She was shocked when she felt the other woman place a kiss on her cheek, and she stared at her for a moment.
"It's just how friends say goodbye in America nowadays, not all people are comfortable with it," Miss Murder apologized. "Bye, Alucard," she said as she gave a fleeting wave, with a flirty smile gracing her features.
The man in red and the woman in blue watched the small woman in black glide down the stairs and get into a black hearse.
The pair turned to head to their coffins, bumping into Walter again.
"That young lady is quite charming," Walter complimented.
"Yes, she's actually quite friendly," Seras added.
"She's interesting," was all Alucard said as he phased himself into his coffin and settled down to sleep.
"Good morning, Walter," Seras said as she placed a small kiss on his cheek and walked down to her coffin to sleep.
Walter watched her as she left. He blushed, smiled to himself, shook his head, and headed for the kitchen.
Entering the penthouse suite, Miss Murder kicked the door shut and removed the weapons that were strapped to her and put them inside a large, black, metal trunk.
Shaking her hair out, and, with her mind, changing into a long black silk nightgown with an empire waist and spaghetti straps that crossed in the back, dipping very low in the back, as well. "That went well," she thought as she climbed into her coffin. "Seras is as sweet as I thought she would be, maybe a little naïve in an endearing sort of way." She closed her eyes waiting for sleep to wash over her when suddenly "God, he's fucking gorgeous!" popped into her head. "Shut up, brain!" she thought before she fell unconscious.