Chapter 10
(Jason's POV)
Drusilla and Jaquelin made all of our arrangements. Rebeka stayed over with Jeremy until we were able to go. Jeremy was a nice fellow after about the third day of living with us. Scott showed off the car, Garren explained his weaponry, I practiced with Beka, and the girls showed they were nice people and that not all Vampires are dumb and ruthless.
Beka readily helped us pack, even though Mister-stick-in-the-mud-Jeremy was still against our move. But as Beka has said, repeatedly, that the States is crawling with vamps. They all like the idea of the land of opportunity, and less of the old country whom will still hang/stake/mutilate you if accused of black magick crap. Which I remember Collin saying something along those lines when he was trying to convince me to become a Dandy.
God I hated that Bastard! Which makes me hate the fact my home was his domain and that we are going back. But home is home and I do miss it.
The day before we left for a boat back to America, Dru and Jack went up to Garren, Scott, and I.
"Will there be still be Dandies in America?" Jackie asked.
We looked at each other.
"I hope not." I said angrily.
Garren looked at them, "American Vampires like to form gangs or clique bands, and not be as mindless as the Vampires here are."
Dru looked at him like she was going to take his head off his shoulders.
"We are mindless vampires?" Jack looked at him in anger.
Scott looked away trying to find an escape route.
"I--" Garren started.
"May I ask who almost took you five out in one weekend? Who had an operation that kept us alive for centuries?" Dru asked. "We lived like vampires should, we are not lion-like predators. We do not look for more territory than what we need. What you have in America are the brainless offs."
"Gangs? They are just looking to be killed. I mean, we kept you alive quite well in the past five years." Jack said.
"If you keep in mind the weakness of the gangs, you'll kill them no problem. Like Kali--" Dru stopped talking. She looked at the ground angrily.
The girls had a different reason to hate Kali. She was suppose to look after the vampire girls, be in charge as their former Master, Drucula, had done. Kali's actions were like abandoning children in a forest. It's really amazing how the girls still don't know much about the world... being couped up in a castle for more than a few centuries can do that to you.
"--had. Yeah we get it." I groan angrily out.
"I mean, vampires in gangs are not friends or family. They just wander in a pack group trying to figure out how to get to the top." Jack said. "It's different in a home or working with friends. Like you guys. Jason was a super good guy and you guys kept that with him when he turned. Giving you guys more of the upper hand in keeping together and not caring if someone was leader."
"We just have to keep that up with Mister Jeremy." Dru rolled her eyes. "Sometimes I do wish I could eat him."
We smiled grimly at her.
"If he were turned, I think he'd still be a prick." we turned to the voice, and Beka walked in, she smiled at us. "This is the only thing I envied about Kali; you guys." She sat beside Scott. "You guys have to be better than a watcher. Learning together and not being told what to do."
"It was okay." Scott said. "Though Jason was bossy."
"Only when I didn't have Gar's concotion!"
"No, you were bossy during school too." Garren said and looked away.
I looked at them, "No."
"Kind of yeah, Mr Leader." Scott laughed
"You always told us what to do." Garren said. "Human, Vamp, halfy... did not stop you from being the boss."
I looked away.
Beka laughed, "Well Jeremy needs some competition. So by all means lead us and make Jer take the rear. It'll make him learn something. I mean he does everything by the text!"
"I don't think there is a text for our line of work." Garren said.
Beka stared at him, "The libraries in here don't compare to what we have on hunting vampires and other demons back at Council HQ."
"Well..." Garren looked away.
"Yeah." Beka said. She looked like she wanted to say something else but she kept her mouth shut.
Jackie looked around, "So as we understand that being a Slayer is a legacy, but how did Kali slip through the cracks if it seems so tight knit and hard not to be found out?"
"Yeah... like Dracula barely found out, and he keeps track of All vampires and The Slayers."
Beka looked shocked and shrugged her shoulders in an unknowing way.
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(Garren's POV)
The boat ride was not that interesting. Except that Jason got sea sick and would not come on deck. The girls have never been on the sea, they have just seen it. So they sat on the deck and looked out while Drusilla told us how Caroline loved the water, how she discussed her trip from Pennsylvania to Europe.
The vampire girls are so amazing. I could never imagine being alive for more than my time. But five hundred years in a castle and pillaging villages and destroying lives just to keep yours. I was just amazed.
As a vampire myself... I found myself living each day carefully and not going out to do a shit load of dangerous things. I was happy just from not being dead... almost like how I was when all of this started.
Fifteen, hanging out with seniors (Jason and Pierre) at school, and playing video games with Scott after school. I mean carefree life, until the deaths started to happen, and my first and last Prom. God! My life changed drastically at such a young age. All our lives changed.
The first guy I punched was a vampire! I made weapons for under-aged children. I volunteered to being against the vampires while everyone else fled, got eaten, or turned. I look back and think, How dumb was I?
I watched from a corner. Kali sat at a desk, lamp light just catching her face, but it was pointed at a paper on the surface. She was writing something. I was not sure if I was to read over her shoulder, ask her, or just talk to her.
"Dear diary, I gained powers." I heard her voice say. "I have Angelica's powers. Her speed, strength I would not normally have, I have agility I never possessed. I feel like a freak. I do not want to live. I thought all of what has happened was just an adrenaline rush. The rush of the kills. The fact I was running from the law no one was to know I existed after their deaths. That I killed my best friend. And now this?! I want to kill, like I am suppose to.
"I hate it. I hate this. Hate this birth right! Why was I given her powers? To be like a Slayer. Why am I given this lonely task. Her watcher never clued me in with what this whole task was about. He only gave me resources and instruction so I could save my own skin. But what is a Slayer? Are we only here to kill? Do we have another purpose?" Kali looked up and searched the room we were in.
I wanted to walk out of the shadows, talk to her, or something!
She pulled out from the desk and went around to sit on it. She stared directly at me. The light making creepy shadows on her face.
"Have I been placed on this earth just to rot? To be challenged somehow, to prove I would just fail?" she sounded like she was asking me. "Fail myself, fail whom I'm suppose to protect and love? Fail my destiny? Why have I been left with this job? Why me?!"
I opened my mouth but nothing came out.
"Why!" she screamed her eyes were mad beneath her hair.
I could not speak. Could not answer her, even if I did not know the answer.
"A Slayer is alone, always alone!" she screamed and flipped the desk, her papers froze in mid-air instead of floating down to the ground.
I could feel her pain and anger. I did not know how to help her!
Pierre walked out of the shadows.
"You are not alone, never alone." he said. "We are here for you."
I watched this silently.
"Right Garren?" Pierre turned to me.
I nodded. "You were meant to find us." I found my voice. "So you were not alone."
She glared at both of us.
"I'm sorry you were alone." Pierre hugged her.
I woke up confused, and the boat lurched. I looked around the furnished room and yawned.
I walked up to the deck and looked at the water sloshing against the boat. My eyes unfocused looking over the blue sky and watered horizon.
I began thinking back to my dream, as clear as water and as real as the sunrise. Was it Kali or just my imagination? If it could mean anything, what is the message? Did Jason have the same dream? Did anyone have the same dream? My eyes open by the touch of another. I looked over my shoulder and Dru was standing by my side.
"Whats up, Gar?" she asked.
I blinked slowly and looked at her thoughtfully. "I dunno." I replied, then looked back across the bright horizon.
"You seem distracted... or deep in thought." she informed me.
"I thought Maddi was the mind reader." I said.
Dru looked away. "You are an open book."
I smiled to myself but did not look at her.
"If I did have her powers, I'd be able to tell you who you were thinking of." she said and sighed.
I looked back at her, "Who? How do you know it is a who I'm thinking of?"
"Everyone has different looks. Contemplating with ones-self about your own safety has a different effect on facial features than if you were thinking on someone else's... like someone you love or once loved." she said. "Compared to thinking on what you are going to have for breakfast."
I narrowed my eyes.
"Anyways, I still get frustrated how you are the only one who has asked about our powers and still cannot remember: Jack, can multiply; I have strength; Carol was suggestive; and Madeline could read minds." Dru shook her black hair and gave a small sad smile.
I looked back at the water before sighing and turning to directly look at her.
"Does Dracula ever contact you from the grave?" I asked.
Dru jumped and looked at me like I was insane.
"Besides nightmares, no, nothing." she said. "Why would you ask such a horrid question?!" with a hint of anger in her voice.
I sighed angrily again. "It's nothing." She gave me a weird look but left me alone.
I really did not know what exactly to say or do. Talk to Jason... Beka, or Jeremy. Though Jeremy sounds like a clueless guy. I mean, technically I had already read up on 'slayers' in the beginning. It was a minor coincidence. Hence why I kept an eye on her. The only one to understand her background. God, it must have looked like I liked her when we first met, following her around like that... but Jason liked her. He was one of those guys who is all talk and no action when it came to new girls.. and then when he was a vamp, he was just scary. All growly and stuff.
I looked up into the sky and walked down to the mess hall, trying to stop thinking about Jason. Keep my head on the dream, and not about what pain Jason has been going through.
Scott caught up with me but we did not say a word to each other. We were not mad at each other but, ever since the deaths we've just been quieter. I mean the car below deck... well I built the weapons and Scott built and painted the rest. We barely said a word to each other while rebuilding it. Probably because we told ourselves before all of this when we started to re-build it, that we'd teach Kali and the girls how to drive. No chance of that happening.
Jason came out and kept up with us without a hello. I glanced over at him. He is taking this the hardest. I think he is still on guilt or bargaining, like it was his fault. Myself, it was denial, anger, and now I think I'm on acceptance... Scott, even though he is my friend I can't read his thoughts, maybe he is all of the above: anger, denial, grief, acceptance, bargaining... who knows. Morning and bargaining over Pierre and Carol, angry and grieving over Kali? I do not know.
Maybe I should keep this to myself...
(Scott's POV)
So everyone looks like they are not ready to face the world. And I am already in the ranks too. I mean this is so surreal. Our foursome is now a broken threesome. It is really insane. I can't even calm down. I can not sleep... except last night. But I am not too sure if I was asleep or not.
Like how real is it for a dead person to come visit you in your dreams? It's not. Especially if Kali is telling me it is her fault. She screwed up her destiny, dragging us into this. Apologizing for taking Pierre away. I mean it was not her fault. She was our friend... right? We followed her like true friends would and I personally think we have lengthened her life span. A shame she had to end it though. A crime to let Pierre die! To let Carol befall her worse enemy!
Man I just wish everything was back to normal.
A.N: Okay yes bad idea to kill off characters, I get it. Since it has taken me this long to get this stupid chapter done and updated. Now near done the middle of the next chapter, so it may be up soon. And I do hope I am getting across my idea through this chap, and if not, please bear with me I do have a plan! Lol.