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I'm sorry I haven't updated my other story's in a while. I want you all to know that I haven't abandoned them and have every intention of finishing them all off. I'm half way thought the next chapter of Angler and the next chapter of he who haunts the attic. I hope you all like this one, I had it in my mind for a little while. I'm gonna be honest I haven't been in the best head space lately. It's just been getting harder and harder after losing my dad. but I'm hoping to get back in to a routine. Also I'm trying a little something new in this story. I'm not sure if you guys have noticed in my other story's if you read them, that there aren't really any action scenes. That the characters are mainly just talking. Well that's because I wasn't quit sure how to write them. but I wanted to push myself a little. and the reason before me not really writing action is because of my dyslexia, I can see the scenes in my head but can't get them on to the page and it is forever frustrating. But I've given it ago and I hope you all like it .
also please note that I do have dyslexia. I'm not ashamed of it because it is something I cannot control but I am self-conscious about it. so a lot of my words are miss pelt and many, many of the sentience's are a little back to front. I can't tell you the amount of times I've gone to reread something that I have wrote but couldn't even understand what I was trying to say.
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The killer I fell in love with Chapter 1 Is This Real By Lisahall
Alistair porched himself atop of St Paul's cathedral. Watching below as the humans lived their sad empty lives. He crouched within one of the many nooks. Waiting and watching for his next meal to wonder in to the cold street below him. it was late at night and freezing out, so his choice of a good feed was slim Pickens. He swiped a chunk of blond hair out of his red eyes, he didn't much mind being soaked by the rain, it wasn't like he was able to get sick. Then down on the street he smelt it
'well….. that's then tea time'. the British vampire through.
Fresh Blood
Down on the street.
"Oh bloody hell". Lola exclaimed as she had just missed her train by one second.
It was a Friday night, hammering down with rain. when a short girl with short dark red hair and ice blue eye left the comfort of the local library. She held all of her books as close to her chest as she could, trying to prevent the rain of making the pages wet. And from the entrance of the library she sprinted as fast her legs could carry her to the station. But just as it looked like she may make it in the nick of time her shoe got caught on a lose patch of pavement and down she went. Slamming in to the wet rock ground, her books spilling out from her arms and in to a mesh out Infront of her. groaning she pulled herself on to her hand and knells and tried to crawled over to her now partially ruined books. Lola ran her fingers through her mop of a red bowl cut hair trying to pull it from her eyes. She gathered the books up as best, realizing she had a small scrap on her leg that began to bleed. she could and eventually pulled herself to her feet, almost slipping on the wet pavement several time until she found her footing. Without trying to fix herself up she bolted in one last effect to reach the train, but without any luck.
"oh bloody hell". She glared at her train as it pasted her, almost mocking her. "I could walk home". Lola told herself, looking from side to side. 'but it's a really dark night tonight and it would be a thirty minute walk'. Just as the thought left her mind it began to hale. "oh shit" She bit her lip, 'I can't afford to catch a cold right now'. she flipped the hood up on her gray jacket, and tucked her books underneath it. 'well I guess my only options are sleep here tonight and get robed or raped. Or risk getting sick and missing work'. Lola waiting until the hale come to an end and took her chance. She didn't want to run not wanting to have another full and brake even more of her skin.
She turned to find a pitch black ally way, with only the end illuminating, Showing her were the exit was. she'd seen plenty of horror movies to know what a terrible idea even taking one step in to the ally way was. but didn't have much of a voice. 'this isn't a horror movie this is real life, it's a twenty second walk I'll be fine. Surly I'll be fine'. The red head sucked in a deep, deep breath and made her way through the ally.
She got about a quarter of the way through when she heard it. the sound of a lighter clicking. And out of the corner of her eye Lola saw a tiny bright light. Her blood ra cold as she all so slowly turned in the direction of the light and saw two man.
One was smaller than the other and quit stockier. With short, wavey red hair, but unlike Lola's hers was dark and fiery, while his was light. She couldn't tell what the shade of his eyes were but knew they were dark. He had rather large ears and a large month. He was wearing a dark blue jacked with the hood up and black skinny jeans.
The other man was quit tell and thin. He had long arms and legs, making him resemble a characters from a Stephen king novel, or so Lola thought. He had long black hair and pale skin. Like the other man's this ,man's eyes were dark as well. He had on a big puffy purple winter coat. And a pair of black jeans and white boots. She also noticed he had many, many piercings. All along his ears and mouth, and one on his nose.
Lola straightened up and moved ahead. 'just keep walking, their only two men having a fag brake in the ally'. She told herself. 'just a few more second till your out of the ally way and all will be fine'. But her heart sunk when he heard one of them mumble.
"she's a pretty one". the second men chuckled.
"Not a lot of meat on her though, and from experience that isn't as fun".
Lola had a sinking feeling she knew what he had meant by that. she began to pick up the pace but realized a little too late that both man had began to follow her down the ally way.
"hey lovely!...". one called out. "were ya goin'?".
'Don't talk back…. don't get lippy, just keep walking like you hadn't heard them'. she told herself.
But her hopes were soon dashed when they ran up in front of her and stopped the girl in her tracks. "you deaf less?, I said were are ya goin'?". The shorter one smirked.
"away form you". Lola grumbled.
"ohh good a feisty one, just how we like'em". The red head continued to grin.
"The feisty ones are always the wild ones". His mate snickered. "the fun ones who make the most noise".
'so much for not talking back I guess'. She scolded herself. "if your both looking for the homeless shelter its back that way, but it your looking for the free clinic it's the other. You both look like you need it".
The shorter one whistled. "she's going after our looks now Davey".
"that she is Clark, that she is".
Lola tried to push passed the two men but the one called Davey stuck his arm out in front of her, blocking her way.
"yeah so I actually have betters places to be". She tired yet again but was meet with Davey's long out stretch arm for the second time.
"like where?".
"wouldn't to be lying to us would ya?... because that just may break my heart". Davey placed his arm down and held both of his hands close to his chest. The two men laughed as if he had said the funniest thing in the world.
Lola shook her head in disgust. 'their off their fucking faces'. She just so happened to glace at Davey's where his jacket had ridden up to notice all of the marks where needles had priced his skin over the years. 'well that explains it'.
"we'll have to find some glue to…". the shorter red head, who's name she learnt was Clark stopped for a moment as if he were trying not to be sick. "glue all of the broken pieces of your heart back together again. ya know…. like that famous egg all the kids like so much. ya his name… humpy dumpy… or whatever". They went back to laughing, this time hysterically.
"you don't … even know his name". Davey spoke trying to stop himself from laughing.
"we'll find the glue, come on girly we'll find the glue, then we'll go… go have some fun together". He seemed to stop again, looking sickly.
"yeah where do ya think we'll find some glue". Davey pretended to look around.
"okay this joke has gone on far enough, get the hell out of my way". she said through rain drops crashing on to her pale face.
"no, no, no, no, no". Clark now stood directly in front of her.
"me and my pal here…". he gestured to Davey. "are gonna take you in to his here building….. and find some glue". He said the last part in sort of a growl, trying to act all intimidating.
But too bad for him it wasn't working on the skinny stick of a girl that stood in front of his dark eyes. Lola tried to make herself seem bigger then she really was and said. "well if you want to find glue so very badly…. Have you tried looking up your ass. Because it just maybe be there".
SLAP
Lola hadn't the faintest idea what had just happened. One second she was up right and standing, and the next she could taste wet dirt on the inside of her mouth laying on the cold ally way ground. For a minute she lay there watching three rate under a dumpster fight over a now green slice of pizza. The two bigger rats seemed to be victorious over the slightly smaller rat. Who was now huddled in a corner watching as the two much bigger rodents rip apart and devour the green slice of pizza. But before Lol could get up again she felt the hard tip pf a doc martin smash in to the side of her rib cage. She screamed out in pain as laughing could be heard from somewhere above her.
"oooh you've done it now little girl. If there's one thing you don't do its tell our Clarky boy here where to put it. yep he sure don't like when girls get lippy with him'. Davey laughed again as Clark gave her another swift kick, but this time to the stomach.
'I'm gonna die….' . Lola thought in absolute horror. 'I'm gonna die… I'm gonna die…. I'm gonna die….. I'm gonna die…. I'm gonna die'. She kept repeating in her mind as Clark continued to assault her. 'I'm gonna die here on the dirty ground of an abandoned ally way, in the middle of the fucking night. Those two are gonna kill me, their really gonna kill me. and all I tried to do was get home. That's all I wanted to do…. was just to get home'. Tears began to spill out of her eyes as horrific bolts of white hot pain shot through her body.
"Dave..". Clark order as he stepped away from her mangled body momentarily. "go through her pockets, try tah find some money then we'll have some fun with her… some real fun". He said lighting up a smoke.
"yeah some real fun". Davey laughed giving her a kick to the spine. Making her scream out in pain once more. Lola with all her might pulled herself up and tried to crawl away from her attackers. But the long dark haired man pulled her down to the ground again. "not so fast now…. it's pay day". he giggled.
But then her eyes went wide, remembering something. 'my blade'. Lola since a young age had been told by her mother to always carry a small blade around with her. of course not when she went to school but if she went out for walks or had to drop by the local shop to pick up some last minute groceries. Her mother had been a read crime reader and loved herself a documentary. And her mother before that was to. Gillian….. Lola's mothers name, made sure to drill keeping herself safe in to her child mind as best she could. saying that there was dangerous people out there of all sorts. That's why they lived so close to the school, so Gillian knew how long it would take to get there and how long it would take to get back. god forbid if Lola would take a moment to chat with some friends after class or run in to the local IGA, where the rest of the kids in the school would venture to when that bel rang. Nope. If she wasn't home by 3:05 on the dot then Gillian would go out looking for her. most time by the time Gillian had shut the front door Lola would already be skipping her way up the drive way. years of hearing about child getting kidnapped and taken away, stolen from their family, beaten and rape. Never to be heard from again, well it all made Gillian paranoid. So when Lola turned twelve years old, her mother gifted her a switch blade. Which Lola had thankfully never needed to use before…. Or that was until tonight.
As the lanky long haired man went through her pocket, he shoved her on to her side where she did her best to slowly shape in to a ball. And when the skinny red head was close enough to it, she slowly reach down to her boot and pulled out her switch blade. curling it up in to her hand she carefully rolled back on to her back and waited for her chance. Davey stepped away from her to count up the money Lola had in her pocket. "$20, $30, $40". He spoke out loud as he flicked through her notes" … just forty….. Clark… she's only got a $40 on her". He said in disappointment. He looked down at her in disgust and kicked at her ankle before handing the money to the red head.
"bugger it all to hell… I'd thought the less would have more then that on her". when Clark first sized Lola up he figured she was pretty well off. the boots she had on her feet looked like real Doc Martins. And the earrings she ware in her ears looks like they may be worth a little something. "what you do for a livin' then girl?". He asked her. but Lola was in too much pain to speak. With one arm tucked before her body to shield them from the sight of her blade. and the other hand clutching at her head. the pain in her head for so terrible that she thought her eyes may stop working altogether. That at many moment she may begin to start throwing up blood from the pain. She wondered if all the kicks to her stomach and her back and given her any major damage. "fine don't answer me then". he exhaled loudly. "ain't like it matters to me any ways, isn't like you're gonna be goings back there tomorrow….. or any other day for that fact". He threw his smoke on to the wet cement and stepped on it. "come on Davey, you grab both legs and I'll grab both arms. We'll bring in in to the building, that way there's a less chance of anyone seein' up with her".
"why can't we just do her right here then?. the rain we wash away all the blood so that's thing we wouldn't 'ave to worry about no mores".
"Nah…. I'd rather 'ave her in a dry place, the smell of the bins are gonna put me off my game".
Davey snickered. "game". He shook his head with a dark smirked. He went to grab a hold of her legs and Clark went for her shoulders. "you got a gag or somethin' we could put in her mouth to shut her up?".
"nah we can just use my belt". The redheaded man dismissed him. "may as well it's comin' off anyways". He laughed, and not a evil laugh, a laugh as if he had just been told an innocent joke. That was what unnerved Lola more than anything.
'he's done this all before. he doesn't see what's wrong with what's he doing". She fought back a shiver not wanting to alert the two men that she wasn't knocked out. She felt as Davey grabbed a hold of her legs, not a second later she felt Clark garb at and tightly squeeze her shoulder. She knew what she had to do. Lola kept her light green eyes shut, and waited to feel once they had gotten her air born. She wanted then knocked on their asses, she wanted them not to see what she was about to do coming. As they lifted her from the dirty ally way ground she waited until they had taken a few steps before making her move.
"should we tie to arms behind her back or let her fight…..".
"AAAHHHHHHH".
"SHIT".
They both dropped her to the ground at the same time and that's when Lola took her chance. She practically flew up off the ground and bolted.
Clark desperately grabbed at his now bloodied shoulder.
Lola had taken her chance once he had let his guard down and stabbed him in the shoulder. Just a few inches away from his heart Unlucky for her he was holding on to her shoulder and not her arms. She breathed a breath of pure, pure relief when she realized she'd be able to reach up and stab him. Not expected the near unconscious girl to suddenly spring to life and stab him….. deeply.
Cutting off whatever Davey was saying Clark let out a harrowing, curdling scream, along with a string of curse words. "fuckin' slag, fuckin' fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, stupid bloody cow, ffffuuuuccckkkk". He held his shoulder as he staggered backward and hit the hard wall behind him. Davey was on him at once trying to help, barely paying any attention to the girl they were both just about to rape. "GET THE BITCH!". Clark screamed as he pointed towards the skinny girl, who was now so, so close to the end of the ally.
After getting kick so much she wasn't running as fast as she wanted to. she legs as lower back were sore, along with all the now pain in her stomach. She ran around the corner of the ally way and out in to the abandoned street. There wasn't a soul in sight. As she turned the corner she slipped on eat the ground and let out a yelp. But she knew that Davey would be right before she so with a run of adrenalin got up and sprinted. "I'm not dying like this". She said to herself. Lola throw the books she had under her shirt behind her, hoping that they wouldn't slow her down at much, giving her a little more speed. 'where are all the bloody people'. She cried to herself.
"get the fucking bitch".
Lola whipped around behind her to see Davey hot on her tail and Clark staggering out of the ally way leaning up against the wall. She suddenly wished she'd kept her books, cos maybe that way she could of thrown them at Davey hoping to slow him down instead. The red head picked up speed as much as she could. she could feel herself running out of breath…. And quicky. 'why the hell didn't I participate in PE more at school?'. She asked herself. The seemingly out of nowhere a horrible sharp pain shot thought the back of her head. a fist twisted her short red hair around trying to turn her body around to face the other way.
She looked up to see a couple of lights on in one of the apartment buildings. "HELPPPP". Lola scream. But to her absolute horror all the lights went off, telling her that they were keeping out of whatever was going on outside of their own lives.
"no ones gonna help you…. you little bitch". he spate in her face, making her scream again in disgust. "now….". he began walking back towards him friend, still holding her hair tightly in his scrunched up hand. "do you know how much pain my mate is in right now?". he asked. "your gonna make it up to him by licking up all of the blood trail he's left following you up that fuckin' ally. Every last little iddy biddy drop. Then your gonna lick up all the blood from his shoulder and give it a nice cleanin' with your tongue. Ya know… show him how much you care. Then…. and only then…. will you make it up to him". he whispered in his ear.
Lola tried to push him off of her but Davey had too strong a grip on her hair. Hot tear fell from her eyes and burned her cheeks. "why are you doing this to me?... WHY?. I never did anything…. I never did anything, I don't deserve this". She said throw tears.
"never did anything?... well…. That's all about to change my lovey. Because your about to do quit a lot". He giggled as he lifted up her gray jumper and tore off a part of her blade shirt underneath. "to patch up his war wound". He waved it in her face. They came up to the head of the ally way. "isn't that right Clark". He looked up at his friend and his sinister grin drop completely.
Clark was gone.
"Oy…. Clark mate…. where are ya?". he looked around confused. he dragged the stick like girl deeper in to the ally and leant her up against the side of the dumpster. "bite down on this for me love". He shoved the bit of cloth he had on him in to her mouth. Lola look at him confused but that didn't last long.
Because Davey than proceeded to kick at her ankle so hard that there was a noticeable loud crack.
She scream out in pain but her scream was covered by the cloth in her mouth.
"just making sure you wont be going anyway on me. cant run off again if you cant walk". He pushed away from her and looked around for his friend. Lola slid down against the dumpster crying her eyes out in pain. She spat out the peace of cloth and clutched at her ankle. She began to cry harder when she saw that it was bent in an unnatural position.
"where the bloody hell is he?". Davey asked himself. "CLARK". He called out one last time. "THIS ISN'T BLOODY FUNNY WE HAVE WORK TO DO". after a few more long moment of looking around the ally way and calling his name he gave up and took out his phone. "fuck this shit". He dialled Clark number and placed the phone up to his ear. He looked over to the now broken girl huddled up close to the bins. "you just hand tight love…. Wont be too much longer n..…". he paused.
Ring, ring, ring, ring.
"what the?". he looked around again. "that's his phone….but…. but… but where the hell is he?". He asked himself stuttering.
ring, ring, ring, ring.
He desperately look around again.
Lola paused listening to where it was coming from. She knew something wasn't right. Because for a second she thought…. She thought the song of his ring tome was coming from above her. she took up thinking she was wrong. 'it cant be coming from up there…. Why would it be coming from up there. He wouldn't of been able to get up there… he'd have to reason to'.
Davey noticed the red headed girl look up and all so slowly followed her gaze. "what the hell…".
BANG.
Some had fell from the dark sky and on to the dumpster.
Lola filched away and Davey feel backwards in to some garbage, slamming his head in to the ground, splitting it open. He clutched the back of his head feeling blood.
Clark's now mangled lifeless body slid off of the bin and splattered on to the wet ground.
Davey screamed a blood curdling scream and try to scramble away in terror. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK?". He kept screaming.
Lola had all but gone in to shook, barely showing any reaction to what had just transpired. she looked at Clark body only a few feet away from her with a blank expression. 'now why would that happen?". She asked herself calmly. Not fully understanding what was happening. Lola couldn't comprehend what she had just seen.
"AAHHHH". Another scream rang out through he ally way. Lola looked in the direction of Davey expecting to see him crying in the rubbish.
But he wasn't there.
It was now she started to come back to herself.
"what the fuck". She whispered. Lola glanced at Clarks dead body and screamed. Only now understanding what she was looking at. She tried to best to get up and fell over instantly. Bending her ankle even more in the proses. Letting out another yell she eventually getting up and leaning on the wall. 'I need to get out of here'. she leant on the wall as she did her best to hope her way out of the ally. Almost falling and slipping over several time.
BANG.
Another bang haunted her ears and she looked around to see a dark lump on the floor of the ally.
Davey.
'ohh fuck'. She limped faster, becoming hysterical. 'all I wanted to do was go home, all I wanted to do was go home'.
Click clack, click clack.
She froze at the sound of foot step. Lola slowly looked around her to see no one before her. but she knew that wasn't true. She began to hobble away again when the foot step began once more.
Click clack, click clack, click clack, click clack. Click clack, click clack, click clack. They began to get faster.
She hadn't meant to but she whipped around again. and was once again met with no one.
'what is this?'.
Once again she tried to get to the street but screamed out in horror when she felt two very, very strong hand push her up against the wall.
'well…. This is the end'. she thought, squeezing her eyes shut. Not daring to opening them.
She felt the hands let go of her then there was nothing but silence.
But she still wouldn't dare to open her eyes. Lola waited for it to all be over but nothing came. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes , 4 minutes, she hadn't known how long the silence had continued for before a thought entered her mind. 'maybe he or she or it has gone?. I can't hear anything…. I can't feel anything…. And I'm sure I'm not dead". she slowly began to open her eyes but instantly wish she hadn't.
Because the moment she had she was meet with a shiny pair of blood red eyes.
And that's when it all went black for her.
Alistair prov
bang
The tracker had finished off the man with the long dark hair. He throw him aside without a second thought. Degrading him as if he were dirty rubbish. He licked the blood off of his lips and sniffed the air.
He knew that there was another human down there that had already seen the aftermath of the first man he drank from. Knowing that even though the human wouldn't of really known what was going on, didn't want to leave any chances for the volturi to have a reason to go after him.
'yes it's highly, highly unlikely that this would get back to the volturi. But it's best I don't take that chance. I 'aven't ' survived this long because I take chances. I've been able to live this long because I stay off the radar completely and that's how I survived them. I don't need them hunting me down if this one little human decided to talk its mouth off'. though the tracker wasn't hungry anymore, having his fill with the other two. Decided to feed on this one anyway. 'I suppose I could just snap it's neck and leave it for the other blood bags to find. Or I could just eat it and save myself an extra meal for the next week'. He shrugged off his known thought and jumped down, landing gracefully on the ground. He snuck in to the shadows and followed the human as it tried to get to the end of the ally. He noticed that this one was hurt or seemed to be wounded. But he didn't care, he was going to kill it any way. once he got a little close he assumed he was stalking a male. Due to the short hair but and baggy jumper.
Click, clack, click, clack.
He stop when it stop.
Alistair didn't need it making anymore noise then the humans had already had. He watched it turn around and was surprised to see the it he was watching was a female. Of course that didn't change anything to him as he got closer.
He stopped again when she turned around, he was only a few feet away from her at this point but was still shielded by the darkness.
As she turned again was when he decided to lung for her. pushing her to the wall he went for her neck.
But then… he stopped.
Only inches away from her skin.
Breathing in her scent made his eyes rolled back in to her head.
It was like nothing he had ever experienced before.
He tried to bite her but in his confused horror realized he couldn't. as if there were an invisible barrier between them. As if he were incapable of even giving her the lightest of scratches. So he just stood there, with this girl trapped between him and the wall with his head in her neck. He slowly moved away from her to look in to her face. and even though he had seen her already he was only now noticing what she looked like. And what he saw look his none existent breath away.
'holy fuckin' shit'.
He was starstruck.
He was absolutely, completely, overwhelmingly starstruck.
1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4….. he wasn't sure how long he was staring at her for, but that soon came to an end once she open her eyes.
And he was meet with her light green ones.
He watched as her eyes closed and she almost fell to the floor.
Alistair caught her in his arms before hitting the ground.
He gently swept back a few strains of hair off her face and gazed at her beauty. He took of his jacket and throw it around her. picking her up bridle style. He carefully pulled out her purse to cheek her ID.
'now…. let's see where you live". He whispered in to her ear.
Then disappeared in to the night holding her in his arms.