A/N: soooo...finally got some time to finish this chapter. It's been a while! Hopefully next chapter won't take this long.
Chapter 11
Tamsin and Bo (who had insisted on joining Tamsin despite the blonde's disapproval) went after the Vampire serial killer. With the help of the local police force, they finally located the killer after days of travelling.
They arrived at a small, single family house in a quiet suburb community. Their presence - especially the heavily armed Vampire crime special force unit - startled the neighbors.
When they broke down the door of the small house and rushed in, a man stood up behind the couch.
He was supposed to be the killer, at least Bo thought so, since his looked the same as the photo she had seen on the way here. Although, he wasn't at all what she had pictured in her mind.
Bo had thought that he'd be strong, with at least a hint of brutality in his eyes. She had pictured him as a beast, or a monster, with craziness and blood thirst written all over his face.
The man in front of her, though, looked beyond normal. His back was a little hunched, and his left leg was crippled. Standing there was middle aged guy who was neither tall nor strong, whose hair was peppered with gray. He looked like someone Bo would offer help loading his groceries into his car in the parking lot.
Bo searched for that craziness on his face. She searched for it in his eyes and in his voice. She thought for sure she'd find some, but she had seen none. The man looked calm, surprised, and maybe even a little...scared? When one of the officers arrested him, he did not struggle, fight back or attempt to flee, as if his mind was somewhere else. He just blankly stared at the officer's vest, like he was having a hard time comprehending whatever the officer was telling him.
For a brief moment, Bo thought, maybe this wasn't their killer. Maybe, somewhere along the investigation they got some info wrong and came to the wrong house to arrest the wrong person.
Then, she saw the man turning to take a look at Tamsin. First he glanced at her face, and then, his eyes moved down and fell on the hunting knife Tamsin was carrying on her belt. His eyes were glued to the blood rune there.
A swirl of wicked desire exploded in his eyes. It was envy, obsession, hatred and disgust. His eyes glittered, as if he had just found something he wanted for all his life time. The look on his face, it made Bo's hair stand.
The man took a step forward towards Tamsin. He opened his lips a little, as if he wanted to say something to her. For a moment, Bo couldn't even be sure whether he was thrilled to see Tamsin, or he wanted to end her right here right now.
"Oh...you...you..." the man muttered, too excited to talk. Tamsin answered him with a scoff and a fist in his face. She knocked him down. Two officers dragged her back, while another two escorted the killer out.
The killer had his eyes on Tamsin the whole time, and that look made Bo feel sick.
Bo and Tamsin searched the man's house for evidence. At first, they were just looking for trophies the killer might have kept, or maybe journals detailing the killings. However, when they discovered that there was a movable cabinet in the basement, they knew the killer must have hidden much more than just some trophies.
As Tamsin pushed the cabinet aside, a strong, foul smell burst out. They both covered their noses and mouths immediately while looking at the dark passage behind the cabinet.
Out of the darkness there came muffled groans, snuffles, grunts and whispers, like there were a herd of panicking animals hiding in there.
Tamsin finally found the light switch and flipped it. The dim light revealed the dungeon that behind the cabinet. It seemed that the killer had dug out a huge space under his house, and used it as a prison.
The prisoners inside snuggled together in fear. They trembled when they saw Bo and Tamsin, and some of them scrambled to hide themselves in the corner.
As Tamsin and Bo finally took a good look at the dungeon, they realized that not all the prisoners were alive. Some of them were dead. Some of them had died a long time ago. Their dead bodies were highly decomposed and looked beyond gross. It seemed that the killer never bothered to clean the place, not even a single bit.
There were also small piles of bones in the corners, but Bo wasn't sure if those were from humans, or animals.
Bo looked at those frightened, pale faces. She had never seen that much fear on anyone's face, not like this.
She wanted to tell them that they were safe now, that everything would be okay and that no one would ever hurt them again. She wanted to tell them that she was here to help them, but words died in her throat before she could get them out. She clenched her hands, feeling that cold sweat had drenched the back of her shirt.
Tamsin sighed and signaled the cops outside to come in and take the victims out. Then, she got down on one knee and picked up a piece of tattered garment from the floor. "That son of bitch must have been doing this for decades at least..." she commented as she examined the old style garment.
"So he kept all of his victims down here? Right under his house?" Bo's voice was shaking a little as she looked at the last victim who got taken out by a cop. The victim fought hard while screaming something she couldn't understand.
Then, Bo's eyes fell on the two buckets and a small, dirty trough in the corner. She assumed that those were for water and food, but they were covered in old blood and excreta. That finding gave her an extremely uncomfortable clench on her stomach.
"Not all of them," Tamsin reminded her. "Remember all those dead bodies that led us here?"
"You didn't...you didn't tell me that he has thirty women locked up in his basement, like this..."
"I didn't know," Tamsin admitted honestly.
"If-if he has kept them down here all this time, why did he start dumping those bodies?"
"My guess? He ran out of space and his injured leg or his age or whatever wouldn't let him do more diggings down here. He had to throw those bodies out."
Bo nodded in silence. As she looked around again, nausea hit her again, and she finally threw up. She coughed and gagged in tears while emptying her stomach in the most embarrassing way.
It wasn't because of anything she was seeing or smelling right now. It wasn't because of the dead bodies, or the filthy buckets. What sickened her was that a person could have done something so horrible to that many innocent people.
"You okay back there?" Tamsin asked. She was smirking, and her voice was sarcastic as usual, but a hint of concern still leaked through.
Bo took a deep breath and shook her head. She was about to say something, but before that she heard a weak sound coming from inside the wall.
"Do you hear that?" She asked, frowning.
"Hear what? You vomiting? Yeeeep, loud and clear," Tamsin drawled.
"No," Bo said. "I think I heard something...like inside the wall…."
"Huh?" Tamsin frowned, but quickly realized that as a Vampire Bo's hearing range was wider than hers. She pointed at the wall behind them and raised her eyebrows at Bo. Bo nodded while wiping her mouth.
Tamsin investigated the wall carefully, and finally realized that a piece of the muddy wall wasn't actually a part of the wall but a piece of concrete that could be pulled out and turned like a door.
Tamsin pried the "door" open, and the smell of blood, vomit and feces thickened in the air. Behind the door there was another dungeon. Inside it, there was a group of creatures. They grunted and hissed at Tamsin and Bo while looking for places to hide.
In the dim light, Bo looked at those creatures. She wanted to call them "kids" or "children", or maybe even with a more general term, "humans", but they looked nothing human. They had limbs which looked like burnt sticks. They had eyes with nothing but hatred and bloodthirst in them. Their teeth were sharp and pointy, and their skin was covered in lesions.
They looked exactly like Ghouls.
Tamsin and the cops had a long talk. From their conversation, Bo learned the terrible truth: these Ghoul-looking creatures were probably the children of the killer and his victims.
Bo closed her eyes in despair and fisted her hands. In fear, disgust and anger, she watched the child services taking the creatures away. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen to them, or more importantly, if the society would even allow them to live.
She also wondered, in shivers, what would happen to those victims. She still remembered the look in their eyes. Most of them seemed to have had their lives taken out of them already. They were alive, yes, but at the same time they had died a long time ago. She couldn't bring herself to even think about what those women had suffered. In this small, dark hell, they were destroyed, torn apart and damaged in the most brutal way. They were shredded into pieces, pieces that could never been put together ever again. They had everything ripped out from them. Would that kind of wound ever heal?
Bo walked back to the living room while taking a long, deep breath. She numbly looked at all the police cars outside the house. The cops were about to take the killer to the precinct.
Bo knew that if she ever wanted to talk to the killer, now would be her best chance. After all, she came all the way here because she thought this monster might know another monster, the Vampire who had killed her family and turned her.
Before she walked out, she accidentally met his eyes. The amount of delusion and wickedness scared everything living breath out of her.
She realized that his sanity was too far gone (if he ever had any). She feared that anything that would come out from his mouth would haunt her for the rest of her life.
The trip back to Tamsin's RV was unusually quiet. Bo sat there while praying that anything she had seen in the dungeon wouldn't give her nightmares later.
The drizzle outside made every color fade. It was as if everything had suddenly turned into a dull gray-blue. The traffic light's red bled into the light rain, becoming the only bright color in the entire world.
The silence lasted forever inside the car, before Bo's eyes finally met Tamsin's. Bo could just see her own reflection in those light blue eyes. She was pale, and frightened, just like those victims she had seen today.
Feeling a little embarrassed, Bo turned away. She thought for sure Tamsin would make a snarky comment about how scared she was or how weak she looked.
However, the Huntress didn't say a word. She simply covered Bo's cold hand with her own and squeezed it gently. With her eyes still looking at the road and the cars in front of her, she slowly caressed the side of Bo's thumb with hers.
There was the heat from her skin. Then, there was her heartbeat. Her strong, warm heartbeat. Like flames, it burnt Bo, giving her life again.
After a brief moment of silence, Tamsin pulled her hand away so she could have both hands on the steering wheel. Taking a glance at Bo, she pulled the corner of her mouth into a big smirk and said, "you look like a pink piggy."
Bo cleared her throat uncomfortably. At first she thought that she was blushing, and as she thought of that, she felt herself burning again for the warmth lingering on her skin.
Soon, though, after she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that Tamsin was referring to something else - her skin being literally pinkish red like she had had a minor sunburn.
Bo rolled her eyes and drawled, "it's because I haven't slept inside a sunlight proof bag for three days! It's your damn dog's fault!"
"Didn't you send it to the dry cleaner or something?" Tamsin chuckled at Bo's big eyeroll.
"Yeah, if I can't get them back before dawn I'm seriously gonna leave them a one star review online," Bo grunted.
"Relax, I figure you'll only be medium rare after two or three more days of sunlight," Tamsin commented.
Bo punched her shoulder and Tamsin laughed. She let those loud laughter burst out as she secretly glanced at Bo with the corner of her eye. She felt a bit relieved that the brunette was chuckling as well and she no longer seemed frightened.
Her eyes slowly moved to Bo's hand, the hand that she had just held in hers. She wanted to hold that pale, soft hand again. She wanted to wrap those cold fingers in hers gently and to rub her silky skin with the tip of her thumb.
She wanted to take Bo into her arms for a moment and to give her a light kiss, to warm her up, to comfort her, to convince her to let go of that shadow of fear. She wanted to see those brown eyes melt in her embrace.
Those ideas made her fingers tremble and her throat dry. They made her heart flutter like she had been given another life.
They returned to the RV a couple of hours before dawn. Bo was relieved to see that the dry cleaner had delivered her the sleeping bag.
They each took a shower. Then, Tamsin cooked herself some microwaved food and made comments about how Bo shouldn't be stealing her ice cream because she needed no food to survive. Bo, who was licking the thick chocolate syrup off her spoon, taunted Tamsin boldly by scooping herself an extra bowl.
Tamsin talked to a few of her clients on the phone afterwards, and Bo had two bottles of Vermilion Zero. After Tamsin hung up her phone, she asked Bo, "I thought you were gonna talk to that asshole?"
"Huh?" Bo hummed while raising her eyebrows at her.
"You said you wanted to talk to the killer," Tamsin reminded her. "What you are too scared or something?"
"I am not scared," Bo hissed. "I just...I just don't see the point of talking to him. I mean...he's too crazy and-"
She huffed out a light laugh and shook her head. She let out a deep sigh afterwards, before she murmured, "I wish I could remember his face."
After a quick glance at Tamsin's raised brows, Bo continued, "I mean…I tried but I just can't. I kept going through all those faces of the strangers that I had encountered before and after the...the incident, but none of them stood out."
"Well, you do know that you might not have met him, right?"
"I know," Bo nodded, "but...why? How could a complete stranger have done something like that? I mean...he must have picked my family for a reason, right? He must have picked me for a reason….There must be something that he was after. It...it can't just be random. I mean...how can it be random?"
Tamsin pulled her lips into a bitter smile, while her heart sank painfully at those tears Bo was trying to hold back.
"What do you remember?" She couldn't help but ask.
Bo shook her head and shrugged. "Nothing," she said. "I don't remember any Vampire approaching me. I don't remember seeing anyone weird. I don't remember anything out of the ordinary."
"Well, he might not look suspicious at all. Might be the cable guy, or the delivery man or something?"
Bo couldn't help but let out a giggle. "Now you sound like the detective who interviewed me." She paused briefly, getting herself another bottle of drink - not for her thirst but to have something to hold in her hands so she could look at it instead of holding Tamsin's gaze. "The only stranger that I can remember was a woman in her mid forties or something."
Tamsin raised her eyebrows. "What about her?"
"She was a...she was a Huntress, I think," Bo replied hesitantly.
Surprised, Tamsin frowned. "A Huntress approached you before the incident? Are you sure?"
Bo nodded. "I'm fairly sure...I mean, I guess."
"Huh," Tamsin tapped her index finger against the table. "What did she look like?"
"Ummm...a woman in her mid forties?" Bo repeated the description. "Dark, wavy hair...tall?"
"That could be anyone...what was her name? She did tell you her name, right?"
"I think she did, but I couldn't remember. It was...I think it was just a common female name," Bo murmured.
"Do you remember the pattern of her blood rune then? Every Huntress has a different one. I can easily figure out who that was if you-"
"That...won't be necessary..." Bo said in a low voice. "She was ummm…she died."
"What? How? I mean, how do you know?"
"Well...at first I didn't even know that she was a Huntress. I had no idea who she was. She approached me at a store or something and asked me some questions which kinda confused me….After the incident, I mentioned her to the police. Then, a couple of days later, the detectives came to me and asked me a bunch of questions about her. I asked him if she had anything to do with the murder, and he told me that she was a Huntress. Their conclusion was that she was after the Vampire who killed my family. They thought that she might have known that he was after my family before he killed them, and that she approached me to warn me or something…."
"That makes sense. Did they at least talk to her?"
"They tried, but it seemed that she had left town abruptly. Weeks later, they found her dead body in some abandoned factory. They told me that it looked like she had a fight with a Vampire and the Vampire killed her. They investigated, and it led to nowhere so…."
"Have they at least found her journal then?" Tamsin asked.
"Her journal?" Bo raised her eyebrows.
"Yeah, like a journal book. She should be carrying it with her."
"Oh, I wouldn't know...I mean, the detectives never told me details like that. All I know was that the community raised some money and buried her….Years later, the police stopped working on my family's case because...well there's nothing for them to go on. I tried to follow the leads related to that Huntress, but it was a long time ago and…."
She paused, for something occurred to her. "How do you know that she has a journal?" She frowned at Tamsin.
"Because every Huntress has one?" Tamsin shrugged.
"Oh...so you have one too?" Bo asked. After getting a nod from Tamsin, she murmured, "so you think she had the jounal with her when she...when she died?"
"She should. Whether it was still with her when they found her body though, I wouldn't know," Tamsin said. "If we-I mean, if you could find her journal, I could translate it to you with a very very small, reasonable fee."
"I can read," Bo said, finding Tamsin's offer amusing.
"You can't read Huntress argot, sweetheart," Tamsin told her. "Only Huntresses can."
Bo snorted and shook her head. "Even if I could, I still wouldn't know what's in her journal since I have no idea where that is. If that Vampire killed her, he must have taken it away. I mean…."
A long, heavy silence devoured them again. Bo quietly sipped her drink, and Tamsin composed some emails on her laptop. Their eyes would occasionally meet, and there were millions of things in each of them. Both wanted to say something desperately, but neither found the right words. For a moment, they held each other's gaze nervously while hearing the night falling softly upon the world.
Eventually, Tamsin closed her laptop and stood up. She leaned in and inhaled hard. "I've told you before, Bo. We are all monsters. You, me, the damn dog, we are all monsters. None of us is normal. None of us will ever be normal…."
She had no idea why she suddenly said those things. Maybe it was that subtle sadness in Bo's eyes. Maybe it was that painful bitterness in Bo's voice. It pinched her heart too hard, and she couldn't let it go. Maybe it was Bo's eyes. They were too damn soft, too damn sweet. They pulled her in, and she gave in and surrendered.
As her voice slowly died in the air, her heart stopped momentarily for those bright sparkles in Bo's eyes. They made her hold her breath, giving her a dull pain to her chest.
Sliding her hand into the brunette's silky hair, she pressed her lips on Bo's gently. Those cold lips, they quivered under her touch. They turned on like crazy.
When Tamsin was in dire need of air, she pulled back briefly and gazed into Bo's eyes. She thought she should stop right here, but how could she? How could she stop, when Bo was silently begging her to continue with her foggy eyes?
She pressed her lips on Bo's again. This time more aggressively, with heated passion burning inside her body. Before she knew it she had Bo in the bed under her, with her shirt ruffled up and her pants already unbuttoned.
With her fingers quivering in lust, it took her forever to peel Bo's shirt off. The brunette's half open lips and the contour of her neck were so distracting that she had to stop every few seconds to kiss them and nibble them.
She eventually pulled Bo's shirt off and tossed it aside. As she pushed Bo's bra up she realized that those nipples were already hardened in excitement. She ground her palm against them slowly till Bo grunted impatiently.
She took them into her mouth, one after the other. She teased them ruthlessly and made them sore enough for Bo's voice to shiver a little every time she swirled her tongue around them.
"Tamsin…" Bo breathed, urging her to go further down.
"Hmm? You need me for something?" Tamsin teased while moving her lips down along Bo's stomach.
Bo wasn't able to answer her. Her mind was completely taken over by her pounding desires. She watched Tamsin moving down with those hot, hot lips against her skin. She watched Tamsin pull off her pants forcefully and nuzzle her pussy through her soaked underwear.
"Please..." that word slipped out of her lips before she could stop it. She opened her legs and let the blonde to pull off her underwear with her teeth.
As Tamsin's lips finally touched her aching folds, BO threw her head back in a loud moan of arousal. She could feel Tamsin's tongue on her clit, so soft, so hot, so evil.
Bo groaned in frustration when Tamsin suddenly stopped and moved back up. She frowned at the Huntress, asking her why she had stopped.
"Have a little patience sweetheart..." Tamsin breathed into her ear as she slid her index finger along the hot, wet mess between Bo's legs. "If I lick you now, you won't be able to have a mouthful of sweet, warm blood when you cum, right?"
Bo gasped sharply at Tamsin's words. She looked into those mischievous blues and blurted, "r-really? You are gonna...you are gonna let me have some of your-"
She couldn't continue, for her voice was trembling in desires. The taste of Tamsin's blood came back to her vividly, so vividly that it seemed to be lingering on her tongue right now. Every cell of her body was screaming for it.
"Yeah, you wish, you dirty little Vamp," Tamsin whispered to Bo in chuckles as she nibbled Bo's earlobe.
Bo groaned in disappointment, but immediately moaned out in pleasure when Tamsin plunged her fingers inside her. The blonded covered her clit with the tip of her thumb and started to give her waves of pleasure so intense that she bit down on her own lip til she tasted her own blood.
"Like it, huh?" Tamsin whispered to Bo as she tortured that excited little pearl with her thumb.
"H-harder, Tamsin," Bo begged and arched away from the bed. And then she gasped loudly as she started to throb and clench.
Tamsin pulled her fingers out slowly while enjoying those soft, desperate clenches around them. She raised them to show Bo how much juices were on them, before she smeared those juices over Bo's lips. She watched Bo sucking on her fingers and said, "if you really want it, though, why don't you just take it?"
Bo opened her eyes wide. With her orgasms still running through her body it took her forever to figure out what Tamsin had meant. The mere thought of pinning Tamsin down and taking blood from the blonde forcefully turned her on so much that she started to shiver.
She gasped hard as she ripped Tamsin's t-shirt off. Then, she grabbed the blonde's waist and shifted their weight until she was the one on top.
Pinning Tamsin's wrists tightly against the sheets, Bo swallowed hard at those bouncing breasts, that tone abs, and that strong pulse underneath her warm skin. For a moment, she found it impossible to distinguish the two different kinds of desires inside her. Was it the thirst for blood, or was it her lust? Or, were those two the same?
She kissed those breasts hungrily. She sucked those nipples like they were the only thing that would matter. She ran her tongue over every inch of Tamsin's warm skin. She kissed that strong heart beat tirelessly. She kissed it over and over.
Leaving a trail of wet, eager kisses on Tamsin's abs, she moved towards the blonde's soaked pussy.
Bo pulled Tamsin's panties off and wasted no time covering those aching folds with her lips.
She was planning on giving Tamsin a long, painful tease first, but when she saw how the blonde's clit throbbed in excitement under her tongue, she decided that a rough, fast orgasm might be an even better idea right now.
She pulled those soft folds between her lips, and Tamsin responded with loud, sweet moans.
"Oh God you are good at this…" Tamsin sighed in pure satisfaction as she dug her fingers into Bo's hair. She arched away from the bed as the unbearable heat accumulated inside her. Then, a part of her mind suddenly started to wonder how much Bo would enjoy her blood during her orgasm, and that idea pushed her over the edge.
She felt herself uncontrollably throb and clench hard. Then, Bo's lips touched hers, but only briefly. Those lips moved to the side of her neck, and that painfully slow movement made her shiver. The slight pain from the side of her neck reminded her that Bo was now feeding off her, and that pain made her cum again with hard clenches around the brunette's fingers.
Bo's blood covered lips touched hers again. They kissed breathlessly while rubbing themselves against the other woman's hand. As another rush of pleasure came to Tamsin, Bo fed off her again. This time the brunette was in shivers and whimpers too for she herself was cumming hard.
Exhausted but also charged, Bo collapsed on Tamsin. She panted hard as she rested her forehead against Tamsin's chest. That strong, vigorous heartbeat comforted her.
Tamsin lazily put her arm around Bo's waist. A part of her was surprised that having Bo in her arms like this would feel so good and so...natural.
When Bo raised to look at her, she gave the brunette a smirk while wiping the blood off the corner of her lips. She teased the top of Bo's fang with the tip of her finger. As she expected, Bo closed her eyes and purred while licking the blood off her fingertip.
As those beautiful brown eyes opened again, Tamsin slowly ran her fingers along the side of Bo's cheek. Fascinated, she gave Bo a light kiss on her lips.
The amount of sweetness and intimacy in that kiss scared both of them. And then, they kissed again, and again. The kisses were too careful, too gentle, as if they were afraid that they'd destroy something that was too fragile and too fickle.
After what seemed to be forever, Tamsin's ringing phone broke the silence.
"I probably should take that," Tamsin announced, though her voice was too lazy for any calls.
"I probably should go get a shower then," Bo said, but she didn't even try to move a single finger off Tamsin's body.
"Yeah you probably should," Tamsin commented while snuggling closer to Bo. She could hear her own heart beat. It was loud. It was nervous and excited.
If Bo still had a beating heart, it would beat just as fast as Tamsin's and perhaps even more desperately.
Tamsin's phone rang again, then again. The two women, however, just buried themselves comfortably into each other's arms and closed their eyes.