Flinx? sure! Angst? SURE! RobStar? ... not yet.
Disclaimer: what now, i still don't own it.
She twirled a lock of hair around her fingers, flipping through her book aimlessly. She'd read it hundreds of times over, so her interest in the book had dwindled.
"Hey Jinx, what are you reading?" she held up the book sadly, hanging her head in boredom.
"I'm going out. Don't try and follow me." She warned. Grabbing a jacket and a hat, she did her best to conceal her vibrant pink hair. Hopefully she wouldn't stand out.
The town was almost deserted; save for the group of teens all huddled together in front of the movie theatre. She rushed past them, holding her breath to prevent the scent from taunting her. She spotted the store soon, thankfully.
The bookstore was small, so only one or two people were in the shop. She shuffled over to a shelf and tried her best to be inconspicuous. She reached out and pulled the first few books she saw off the shelf. Romance novels… great.
She hurried over to the register and dropped all the books on the counter.
"That'll be 32 dollars and 34 cents." The cashier droned. Jinx jammed the cash on the counter and scooped up the books, rushing out the door.
The books were boring, she realized as she looked them over on her way home. In fact, she'd already read two of them. Sighing, she turned the corner, stopping when she heard muffled cries coming from the alleyway to her left.
A man, about forty years old was towering above a half-unconscious woman. The poor lady looked like she'd had the life drained out of her. Scars and injection marks littered her arms, and she was no doubt homeless. Probably a prostitute.
This man must have been her employer… Jinx cringed when he kicked her again, this time in the head. She felt her fangs itch, as she put her books on the pavement. Creeping around the corner, she listened as the woman's breathing stopped, and the mans attacks stopped.
Creeping over silently, she watched the man begin rummaging through the woman's bag. With one hit, she'd knocked him unconscious. She sighed happily as he slumped against the brick wall.
His blood was tainted with drugs and alcohol and left a horrible taste in the back of her throat. She looked over to the woman, licking her teeth to get rid of the stains. Searching through the bag that the man was digging through, she found a wallet with a photo of a small boy in it, around five or six.
The woman moved feebly, curling in a tighter ball. Jinx felt a sudden rush of guilt, and leaned over her. The smell of her blood was mixed with strange drugs and alcohol, and Jinx could smell the diseases she had contracted. The woman was going to die anyway…
But the pink haired girl couldn't bring herself to do it. She was a more sympathetic vampire, as she put it. Although her teammates just called her weak. She just wanted to belong. But she knew that would never happen. She was bad luck, there was no escaping it. But this woman… she had a family. A son, she was guessing.
Standing up, she cast one final glance at the battered woman and turned around, rushing out the alleyway and scooping up her books as she fled. She could almost feel the dis-approval coming off Brother Blood from here, but she shook her head as if to clear it. She would deal with that later.
~S~
The news was soon at the scene, assuming that this was another one of those murders. They were showing up all over the city, each one linked in one way or more. The victims were normally pimps or prostitutes, but sometimes they were the occasional teen on their way home at night or something like that.
They were always drained of their blood, normally with a puncture wound on their neck or wrist. Or just anywhere there was a major artery. It was dubbed 'the mysterious case of Count Dracula.'
"So you see Bruce, they're all dry. But this seems to be a copycat. They left one of the victims battered in the alley, not drained or anything. She's still recovering from the shock." The man reported. Bruce couldn't remember his name… Sam, was it?
"Thanks…"
"Seymour." He answered, smiling weakly at the Bruce. It was easy to be intimidated by him. Standing at six foot six inches with broad shoulders, black hair and dark blue eyes, you could look up 'intimidating' in the dictionary, and a photo of him would show up.
Seymour left quickly, much to Bruce's enjoyment. Bruce walked over to the body, examining it half-heartedly. Its bones were visible through his skin, which was no a sick, pale white. A bite mark was imprinted in his neck, leaving a familiar pattern in the skin.
He knew exactly who was to blame, but there was nothing he could do. Standing up stiffly, he walked silently over to his car. Digging through his glove box, he pulled out a small silver cell phone.
"Dick?" he answered when his son's voice answered. "I'm in town, and… yes. You know this isn't a question. Good. Bye." He closed the phone with more force than needed.
~S~
"Bruce is coming over… he's gonna be pissed." Dick growled. His phone was damaged beyond repair, and was now lying across the room, shattered.
"Why will Bruce be angry?" Kori asked. Dick couldn't help but smirk, although it was hidden by his hands as he clutched his head.
"Because, one, we couldn't protect the city, and two, well…"
Wally turned from his friend's side to explain. "We told Bruce that you were… dead. I'm sure Dick's explained the prophecy to you. Anyway, Bruce doesn't like to be lied to. Plus, those two don't really get along."
Kori nodded, although they were sure that she didn't quite understand. Turning back to his friend, who seemed to be melting as he was getting smaller and smaller.
"Oh Dick, calm down. Anyway, he'll be here soon like… now" a knock on the door alerted them of Bruce's arrival. Kori sank lower into the couch, burying her nose in her book.
"Dick, Wally." The mans head turned slowly, as he scanned the room. When his eyes fell on ore, he smelled the obvious scent of fear and blood. "Who's your friend?" Dick groaned, looking up at his 'father'.
"Her name's Kori." He said miserably.
"Kori Anders?" Dick sank lower into his hands, hiding the best he could.
"The same Kori Anders you told me was dead?" Bruce shouted as he dragged Dick out by his ear. Wally caught Bruce sending 'the bat-glare' in his direction, and followed reluctantly as he watched Bree creep into the room and pull Kori downstairs.
"You have endangered us all! You know what power she contains!" his rant could still be heard downstairs, even when they closed the basement door.
"He gets like that. Now, I don't think we've been properly introduced! I'm Bree." She held out her hand, smiling brightly. Kori looked at the girl warily, knowing the Garfield had told her not to trust this brunette.
"Relax, I'm not going to bite, I'm just being friendly." she smiled again, this time her eyes flickered to the sliding glass door on the wall.
"What is it?" Kori asked, peeking around Bree's shoulder. Figures began appearing from the woods, most of them with glowing red eyes.
"DI-IIICK! BRU-UCE! WALLY!" she tore the door open, tearing off its hinges in the process. "Stop squabbling and get down here!"
Dick was down in an instant, followed by Wally and then Bruce.
"Oh, so you even have the confused traitor… Dick, I think we need to talk about your decision making skills." Bree glared before pointing over her shoulder.
"Blood wants blood. I need help. You, be quiet." She said. The door shattered as a rock flew through it. "They're throwing rocks?"
They could see their attackers now as they got closer. A large man named Mammoth, Billy, Brother Blood and Jinx. Although Jinx lagged behind, her shoulders slumped slightly as if she'd just been reprimanded. Surprisingly, Wally didn't tense and he didn't choke. He just sprinted to them, followed by Bruce and Dick.
"What, no sad, heartbroken plea today?" Jinx scowled, although she didn't seem into it. Her eyes were clouded, and she looked exhausted and wary.
She got no response, instead just a kick in the gut. Stumbling back, she was surprised when she noticed Bree, pushing Billy back irritably. The last time she'd seen her, she'd been on their side. But that didn't matter. Turning back to her attacker, Wally, she sneered.
The two fought toe to toe, neither managing to take down the other. She felt a little out of place when Billy and Mammoth ran off, watching Brother Blood for any sign that she could run. Hesitantly, she backed away, towards the trees.
"Get back and fight Jinx!" she froze, swaying on her feet. If she stayed, she'd be killed, but if she left… she'd also be killed. Glancing between the approaching Wally and her leader. Shaking her head, she bolted, running down the ravine.
And as she ran past the trees, towards the water, she knew that she could not go back.
~S~
Collapsing next to the river, she looked down at her reflection. Pink cat like eyes, and hair to match, she was a freak show. Most days, she was tortured by strange memories, but Brother Blood had helped. He'd gotten rid of them for her.
But now, there was no one who could help her. The memories slowly surfaced, making her choke. Her heart, or whatever it was, felt like it was being pulled on.
*flashback*
"Wally?" Jennifer asked nonchalantly, playing with his jacket zipper. "Can you promise me something?"
"Hmm?"
"That no matter what, you'll save me?" he paused, looking down at her. He'd saved her from gangs and guns and from himself as well. What else could she possibly fear?
"Of course." And silence ensued.
"Wally?" Jen asked quietly, timidly looking him in the eyes.
"Yeah Jenny?" he smirked at her. Narrowing her eyes she repositioned herself so she was face to face with him. His faced looked pained as she got closer.
"1, don't call me that and 2, what's wrong?" she cocked her head, making her hair fall to one side.
I just got in a fight with Bruce… no big deal." She could tell it was a big deal. His eyes were far off, and his eye twitched. Once, twice…
"I can tell you're lying." She said, slightly annoyed.
"How?"
"Your left eye twitches. Sort of."
"Really?" he smirked, leaning closer. She felt her heart quicken as his eyes flickered closed for a moment.
"Really." She closed the distance between them, and the world plunged. She felt him freeze, and she felt slightly deflated. But as he reached over her and kissed back, her heart soared. She pressed against him warily, leaning in before pulling away, feeling him shiver.
"Wally?" she asked when he groaned. Did she do something wrong? Her hear shattered as Wally leapt back, cringing as if he'd been burned. He turned and fled out the door. She stared off after him until the sound of his footsteps died away.
*end of flashback*
Memories were not something she normally had to endure, but as more and more rushed back, she felt the weight of being controlled lift off her shoulders. Even as the pain in her chest grew, her body relaxed. Looking down at her hand, she traced the spot where a ring would normally sit.
He'd promised. She had broken it. He stuck to it. And just when she remembered, he broke it. After decades of forgetting, Jinx finally knew what she had to do.
She had to run away.
just to prove that these aren't sparkling fairy vampires, she kills him, okay?
Roy and Garth and all them are gone hunting. well, actually, Roy and his coven, they left for Steel city again, and Vic and Karen are hunting.