True Vamp Chapter 14: The Rebellion, Part Two.
Previously:
Okay, I thought, now I defiantly know I need to go to therapy; how pessimistic can you get?
And with that, I walked through the door, into the dark room.
The sight I saw made me gasp, and take a staggering step backwards in horror.
Oh yeah, I've just realized (while listening to it) that a major theme for True Vamp is "Breakaway" by Kelly Clarkson, and not just for Bella, but for everyone involved in this story.
(Breakaway has been one of my favorite songs since…whenever it is that it came out. I remember listening to it in the car when I was a kid.)
Chapter quote:
"Floating down, as colors fill the light, look up from the ground, in fields of paperwhite; and floating up, you pass us in the night, a future gazing out; a past to overwrite."
—3:03- 3:39 of "Blackout" by Linkin Park.
Chapter songs: "Wretches and Kings" and, "The Catalyst" by Linkin park.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Twilight, nor do I own The Thorn Birds, they belong to their respective authors.
I DO however, own all the original characters in this story (and trust me, there will be so many, you'll probably never keep track of them!) including: Sophie, the secretary, Dante; Doctor Dane Harkness (yeah, I couldn't resist on the last name—I was tempted to name him Jack instead of Dane…if you know who I'm talking about, lol)
I own all Vampire &/or Vampiric objects/things/ideas and characteristics in this chapter and all the rest of this story, and any sequels that may arise.
I don't know if this is true, but I think I own Michael Night, but I'm not sure; maybe the concept of him. You'll see later in this chap—don't worry if you're confused.
OH YEAH! I totally forgot about this, but I OWN:
The Archangel Detective Agency! It is mine, and only mine. The logo design is mine—(I think I'm going to ask my mom if she can make me a tee-shirt with it on it—make it look like an actual business/agency) and all workers/operatives/detective (all OC) who work at it are MINE!
Yeah, as my over exuberant disclaimer indicates, the Archangel Detective Agency (from here on out known as ADA in AN's) is going to play an important role in this story, and a bunch of my other Original stories.
(In fact, I've got a nearly complete short story titled ARCHANGEL, who's main character is an Archangel Detective. (lol, the main character, Alex Sparks, is actually Ash in another universe—I couldn't resist, he's my favorite OC of all time!)
Anyways, I'll eventually post it on Fictionpress whenever it's done, that, &/or I'm going to submit it to my schools writing club (which I am a proud member of!) so that it'll be published in our own little book.
(Charlie PoV)
The sight of the man sitting in the dark corner shocked me. I don't know what I was expecting, but to say I was surprised would be an understatement.
The man's hair was long, and dark, either brown or black; I couldn't tell in the low lighting what exactly the color was. I'd known he would be pale, because of his skin condition, but this…this was one of the freakiest things I've seen. The man—Doctor Harkness, Dane, or whatever—his skin was paper white, the palest, most sickly looking skin I've ever seen, paler even than Bella, and almost as pale as the Cullen's.
His features were cast partially in shadow, and I couldn't see his mouth or eyes. It made shivers go up my back. If he were looking at me right now, (and he most likely was) it'd be impossible to tell. Suddenly the man moved, leaning forward slowly, as if he could sense my nervousness.
The mouth, now visible, stretched wide in a smile, and I saw that the man's teeth were pure white, like you only see on TV shows and commercials. I felt an odd relief when he opened his mouth to talk, as if I were expecting vampire fangs or something.
"Hello, Charlie Swan."
I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. Again, that voice, so darkly haunting, and mysterious— I snorted silently in my head. Look at yourself old man—you should write a book or something! And now I'm just being rude, I should say hi…
"Hello, Doctor Harkness—uh," I couldn't think of what to say after that. 'How was your day?' that's just sound stupid, especially because he can't go outside, or anything…
"Please, take a seat, Charlie. You don't mind if I call you Charlie do you?" the man asked, and he sounded perfectly normal.
"No, not at all, I don't mind." I said as I took a seat on a black couch against the wall, across from him.
"Ok, then I shall call you Charlie, and you can call me Dane. Agreed?" he asked, and leaning forward all the way, I was finally able to see his entire face. His eyes were black, like the Quileutes', and his face had an elfish cast to it, though why I thought of it that way I don't know. His face was friendly, and immediately I felt myself relax.
But there was something, nagging at the back of my mind. "Dane…that name, it sounds familiar, but I don't know where—" I started to say, but Doctor Harkness—Dane, I corrected, laughed.
"Hmm, yes, do you know if Renée, your ex, if you don't mind me mentioning her, ever read The Thorn Birds, by Colleen McCullough?"
I pondered that for a second, before remembering that Renée had read it, in the early years of our marriage, and one of the main reasons I remembered it was because while reading it in a restraunt while we waited for our food, (reading was one of those hobbies she started and then dropped, unfinished) she had gotten to a certain part of the book, and I'm just sitting there, minding my own business, when she suddenly punches her fist in the air, shouting "YES!" loud enough for everyone to turn their heads in our direction.
(Lol, true story, although altered a bit. I was sitting in our school cafeteria, and I get to the one part at the beach (can't say—spoilers) and I read it and because i thought it was 'the other guy' and it wasn't, it was him, I practically screamed, "yes!" so loudly, I scared my twin, Rjalker. I must not have shouted as loud as I thought I did, because no one else seemed to notice, lol)
I smiled at the memory; even though she'd nearly given me a heart attack, along with everyone else there, it was one of the fonder memories of Renée I had.
"Yes, I remember now; that was one of the books she actually finished. She said she cried while reading it."
Dane nodded, "yes, and one of the children in the book is named Dane, which I'm guessing your wife mentioned, if my name is familiar to you." He said with a smile that made his face seem to brighten by a few degrees, becoming more open and friendly.
I nodded, and we sat there for a few moments, me not knowing what to say. I felt awkward, like I usually did when I was talking with someone other than Billy, or Harry, my two best friends.
After a few more seconds of silence, in which I could hear a clock ticking, Dane leaned forward, hands folded on his lap. For a second I struggled to see if he had a ring on his finger, curious to see if he was married.
"So, Charlie, do you have any idea why your friend made this appointment for you?" Dane asked, and I snapped my attention back to his face.
"Yes, I think I do." I say slowly, unwilling to admit defeat, to admit that my daughter was dead.
"And that is…?" Dane pressed. I knew that he knew the reason, he just wanted me to say it, to get it off my chest, and he probably knew I knew that.
"I don't think my daughter is dead, even after a week of no new evidence, except for some of her blood, a tattered piece of her jacket, and a fingerprint belonging to no one." I said, and even to me it sounded flat, hopeless.
Dane's eyes widened a fraction of an inch and he leaned forward more, his black eyes staring into my brown.
"A fingerprint belonging to no one? Interesting. And how do you know this?" Dane asked, pulling out a notepad. He hesitated before writing. "Do you mind?" he asked politely, gesturing to the notepad, and I nodded consent. He smiled before he began to write notes.
"Well, I got together a second search team, with the kids from Fork's high—my daughter, Bella's friends—after the others didn't want to search anymore. Some of the kids found Bella's footsteps leading into the woods, and we followed them till we came to a very violent scene of wreckage. Trees had been uprooted, there was dried blood everywhere, and by one of the trees was the imprint of a hand in the dirt."
I took a breath before continuing: "After making sure all the kids were far enough away so they wouldn't see all the…carnage… I took a picture of the fingerprint and when we got all the kids home, I sent it in to my friend Merek Hughes, who works at the Archangel Detective Agency." I said, pausing again to allow Dane time to write. When he was done and had gestured for me to keep going, I continued: "Later that night, Merek called me back, but he had some rather…uh, disturbing news." I said, trying to contain the emotion in my voice.
"He had analyzed the photo of the fingerprint using the Agency's new high-tech computers they have, and even though they have this huge database the government uses that's filled with practically everyone any anyone in the US with or without a criminal record, they couldn't find a match. *
"And I'm being serious here—they've got every single documented fingerprint in the history of the US on that computer! And they couldn't find a match!" I said, nearly shouting, and Dane blinked in amazement at the fact. Or the volume of my voice.
Dane nodded slowly. "Okay, we'll come back to this later—you must give me more details about this detective agency—possibly during another meeting? I have more questions to ask of you," he said, and I nodded, slightly abashed about my shout.
"So, Charlie, have you had any strange dreams since your daughter's disappearance?" Dane asked, and I immediately thought of the dream I'd had a day after she disappeared.
"Actually, I have," I told him and proceeded to describe the dream I had had when she disappeared, and all the others that had followed.
(Dane 3rd PoV)
Long after Charlie Swan had left, Doctor Dane Harkness, more commonly known among his people as Dante, sat in his chair, alone in the building, all other staff having gone home.
Dane Harkness was not his real name, but then again, neither was Dante. All immortals changed their names, at least once during eternity. This 'doctor' alias had been invented so that he could go about in the day, albeit shielded from the sun. Unlike most of his kind, he had inherited his father's inability to stand the light of the sun. At least I'm able to stay awake all day, He thought as he pondered Charlie Swan and his daughter.
It's obvious from his dreams that he is a child of the moon—or the descendent of a child of the moon. They're almost all of their dreams are prophetic, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time, or even if they can't remember them…
Suddenly he felt a deep weariness, and closing his eyes, he leaned back in his chair in the dark room, feeling, just on the edge of consciousness, all the minds he was connected to, if only in his dreams.
He could remember very clearly, the pain he had felt when the untrained Adolesc, John, had burned in the sun, his sire having died shortly after his last fledgling was made. John's mind had been strangely cut-off from the Collective, and no one had known about him until it was too late.
Suddenly, Dante thought of the character he had gotten his alias's last name from, a character from a popular BBC America TV show, 'Doctor Who', and the adult spin-off, 'Torchwood'.
With a smile on his face at the thought of Captain Jack Harkness, Dante fell into sleep.
But his rest was far from peaceful.
(Jacob PoV)—Theme song: Numb, by Linkin Park.
Shocked, Jared slowly got off of me and backed away so that he was beside Paul and Sam. Slowly, I stood up from where I had been laying on the ground. Shaking off my fur as I stood. They were even more astounded when I rose to my full height, and even I was shocked. I towered over them all by maybe a foot.
We were all silent as they looked at me, and as I, through their minds, looked at myself. I was tall, yes, but well built too; strong enough to beat Paul, who was the most muscled of the rest. My eyes were still their normal black, but their darkness was lost in the rest of my fur; all I could see were the whites of my eyes, which were almost glowing against the backdrop of black.
Suddenly I realized that the others were afraid. This had never happened before, no legend; nothing. No warning; I was a mystery, an enigma, a threat…
I jerked in surprise at Sam's thought. How am I a threat? I demanded; eyes blazing as I turned to face him.
I'm sorry Jacob, but as you've said, you're a mystery; no one's ever seen something like this before. You, Jacob Black, are an unknown. And the unknown is a threat; a risk I am not willing to take.
I could feel it then; feel Sam's fear; fear for the pack, for the tribe, and for Emily, his Imprint, what ever that was.
I could feel all the rage that I had thought had disappeared, come back in full force now as Sam shouted, Jared, Paul, restrain him!
They hesitated, even Paul, who hated me, was uncertain; why exactly is he a threat?
But then Sam shouted in that odd timbre, that resonating tone of authority, and they obeyed. It was then that I realized what he was doing: it was an Alpha command,
They had to listen; it was impossible for them to stop from springing forward from their places beside Sam; impossible for them to not growl in a simultaneous second, their instincts kicking in; impossible for them to not leap on my shocked and still form, and send me crashing to the ground, with them holding me down.
I snarled loudly when I came back to my senses; kicking and struggling, I tried and failed at getting them off of me, growling even louder in rage when Sam threw his head back and howled loudly, calling for the elders in three short sharp barks and one long howl.
Sam gave another alpha command, this time directed at me: Stand, Jacob, and go where I order you.
Snarling, I bared my teeth at him. Go to hell!
Sam growled again, and lunged forward, teeth bared as his control snapped. In the instant after he leaped, I felt shock coming from both Paul and Jared; Sam had never acted like this, he was always calm and in control, always rational…
Their shock at Sam's behavior was what allowed me to get free.
In a split second, I was off the ground and crashing through the forest, with Sam—and, after he had ordered them—Jared and Paul in grudging pursuit.
I pushed myself to run faster, and faster, and faster still.
Soon the earth was flying by under my feet, which hardly seemed to touch the ground anymore, and trees flashed by at who-knows-how-many miles per hour. I could hear Jared and Paul right behind me, with Sam attempting to circle around in front.
Pack minds can be very useful.
Up ahead, I could see the edge of the forest approaching, and people from the tribe were running towards us.
Putting on a burst of speed, I zigzagged through the forest, dogging trees and leaping over boulders as patches of sunlight began to appear on the ground. Once I was out, I was going to try to circle around the humans, and change back—however I did that—so that I could tell them what was happening before Sam got out of the trees.
Just as I broke free from the tree line, and was wondering how exactly I would change back into a human, Sam, in his human form, tackled me from behind, having heard my plan, and changed back so I wouldn't hear him.
Pack minds can be very annoying.
The force of Sam's momentum and mine combined sent us flying forward, past the Elders—a group of older men and women, who had gathered at the edge of the forest—who gave out cries of shock and fear at the blur of snarling black with the naked human on its back.
Suddenly I heard one of the Elders shout, and at the edge of the crowd, I saw a shocked and terrified Leah Clearwater, staring at me. I looked into her eyes, and could not look away; I was mesmerized; time seemed to slow down, to freeze.
Then I felt as much as heard the loud BANG of a gun; felt a small pain in the back of my neck, and before I knew what was happening, everything went black.
The last thing I heard was Leah's scream.
First things first: I have a challenge for you! As some of you may have noticed, True Vamp has 140 reviews; and as some of you probably haven't noticed, my first fic, (Gone Wolf) has 162 reviews, which is the most that I've gotten for one single story.
So, the challenge: I would absolutely love it if for this chapter alone, so many of you review, that we beat my milestone of 162! How about it?
And as a reward, the winners—(the first person to give me a LENGTHY first review, and the last person to give me a LENGTHY review)
[[[Lengthy, as in: details as to why you liked this chap, what you think is going to happen, what you think other people are doing right now, speculations on the species of a certain Doctor Dane Harkness, also known as Dante…]]]
—The winners will be able to either create his or her own Character which will be put in this story one way or another (or an animal you think could evolve to better survive on our chocking planet sometimes within a 100 years into the future),
Or they can ask me any question at all about my species of Vampires, Werewolves, Seraphs, Witches (haven't really figured anything about them yet), Ghosts, any animal that is likely
SO! How'd you like it? Anyone confused? Anyone angry? Anyone thinking 'what the heck is she tying to pull with Sam? He'd never act like this!" ?
Yeah, even I knew Sam was a little out of character, but hey, he needs to act like this, at least for these first few chaps.
Oh yeah, next chapter (and I swear it on the sacred daytime-resting place of the Vampire Ash) that next chapter will be the first in a series of (dun, dun duuuh!)** In a deep, echoing, ominous voice**(The Education of the Vampire!
(I remember someone saying that during the introduction of the Interview With the Vampire movie, and I just love how it sounds—go Anne Rice!
And the newly discovered (to me, anyways) Charlaine Harris, for her Southern Vampire Novels (which I have just discovered the TV show True Blood is based off of! I've heard of True Blood, (and some have mistaken this fic for a twilight/true blood crossover, because of it's title) but I've never actually seen it, and now that I've read the first two books (Dead until Dark, and Living Dead in Dallas) I'm eager to see the show, though (from the DVDs I've seen on Amazon, I'd take an educated guess (note the sarcasm) and say that it's past the third season.
Oh yes, I'd like to thank my friend (who I shall not name, for privacy's sake) from our school's writing club for letting me borrow you're books, and I hope you're enjoying Thirst No. 1 by Christopher Pike! (Includes: The Last Vampire, Black Blood, and Red Dice)
*(As far as I am aware, the government does not have a database thingy like this—I'm just your average-ish teenage girl who writes for fun, and the only contact I've had with anything secrety governmenty, is in books, and the awesome TV show CHUCK! So yeah, don't think I'm a spy or something giving away valuable government secrets or anything…lol wow I sound paranoid…)
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