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***Author's Note (again... *sigh* I should just write something
and deal with it, yes? *G*)***
This piece is disjointed and fastpaced on purpose. Bare with me
as there's a lot of exposition that takes place. If things don't
make sense, they will in the fourth of my "Gunn Years"
stories. And... if this whole fic makes complete sense to you...
ignore me and my dumb little disclaimer. I was just worried that
everything's a little confusing right now.
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Unexpected Turns
Part 3 of "The Gunn Years"
So, what's new? Everythin' and nothin'. Life's good
when yer on top of the heap. (Heh. Actually, s'kinda ironic
usin' the word "life", ain't it?) Most vamps would give
their eye teeth ta be part of the Kreis... an' I intend ta
keep it that way. One can't let just anyone into is inner
circle, now can he? The Kreis is made up of the
best....
"Ty! Tell 'em it's my turn ta eat the kids next kill! They
always hog all the young an' tender meat."
"Do not! Everyone gets their own slab of veal an' you just
have to wait yer turn!"
... theoretic'ly, the best, that is. We're
weedin' out the weak ones, but the moron factor is a little
higher than I anticipated.
Ty dropped the fountain pen onto his spiral bound notebook diary
and raised himself up to full height. Somehow, his gang of
vampires sounded more menacing on paper. The Kreis, as that idiot
Klaus, a German shopkeeper, had named them, was truly no more
than a collection of dim-witted, wining babies.
"When can we get somethin' fresh, huh?" A vamp with a
jagged scar running across his forehead implored as Ty, their
black-haired leader emerged from his side office. "The last
thing we chased was Klaus. An' 'e wasn't all that succulent..
mostly lard an' grease once those vultures divided him up."
He pointed to five other vampires curled over a corpse in the
corner.
Snarling, Ty shook his head. "I have a plan."
"Ooo! What're we gonna get? Huh, Ty? What? What?
What?!" A scrawny girl vamp, who had been called Karen in
life, begged. "How about a candy striper? They taste REAL
good!" Everyone chuckled. Karen had been turned in LA
Medical Center when Ty entered her room, masquerading as
concerned family. Ty had gone to great lengths to get inside,
but, contrary to the girl's delusions, it wasn't because she was
anything special. He just wanted to prove that he could do it.
Bragging rights and all that. Still, she fancied herself his
intended or something like that, and Ty found himself at least
three times a day regretting that he ever turned her. No amount
of pride was worth this eternal torment.
"Chill, girl." Geoff slapped his hand down on Karen's
arm. She had developed an excited shiver which looked a heck of a
lot like advanced Tourette's. "We'll eat."
Ty nodded. "'Ow bout a quick snack? Just ta let
Gunn know---"
The five stopped and sighed deeply. The looks on their faces all
said the same thing: 'again?!'. The Kreis was hungry, but this
using every excuse to chase around Charles Gunn and his crew was
getting extremely tiring. It didn't take a braniac to realize
that Ty had a particular fondness for tormenting the lost
children of the back alleys. The vampire would do anything to get
under Gunn's skin, which was extremely foolish since there were
thousands of other victims out there much
more vulnerable than the 17 year old boy. Staying affixed to one
target meant two things. First, that a blinding obsession could
eventually lead to Ty's demise due to carelessness. Secondly, the
longer Gunn remained alive, the weaker it made Ty look. No story
of keeping the kid alive for could cover for over
five years of missed opportunities. Any outside observer would
draw the conclusion that Ty was weak; unable to kill Gunn because
the boy was too powerful.
"Not to question you or nothin', but why them? 'Specially
why AGAIN?" A vampire in a grungy leather vest that exposed
his massive tattooed biceps, asked. "I know this sweet
little collection of Kindergartners--"
Ty snarled and lunged, pinning the biker vamp to the wall.
"If you didn't want to question
me, why are you?! This is my decision and
it's none of your damn business. I just feel like havin' a little
fun with the boy s'all. Is that clear?"
Karen stopped shaking for the first time that evening. The
others, too, stood stock still. Ty had never spoken quite this
way before. Or, at least, they couldn't remember a time he had.
Since they usually just tuned him out, he might have, but no one
would remember.
"Scared?" Ty was seething with rage. "Good. Ya
should be." He spat at their feet. "Worthless,
good-for-nothin'... There's 'bout to be some changes around here.
No more of this sloppy---" He staked biker vamp. "--
disorganized--" He lashed out and broke Karen's arm easily.
"-- chaos!" A stake sprang from Ty's sleeve, skewering
one of the pudgy vamps that had been gorging on Klaus moments
before.
The remaining four vampires stared in disbelief.
"Now we go kill somethin'. That took
a lot out of me, an' I get cranky when I'm hungry." Ty
hissed and kicked down the door to their abandoned office
building.
Arm cradled against her body, Karen could already feel the bones
fusing back together. Being a vampire, her healing powers had
already kicked into high gear, however it would still take a day
or two for the appendage to be of much use to her. Ty had never
hurt any member of his inner circle this way. She knew that her
injury was intended to serve as a message to the others. He was
serious about making some changes. Things were going to be far,
far different from now on. Their victims wouldn't know what hit
them. "Pity that poor Gunn kid.." Karen chuckled madly,
".. he won't know what hit 'em."
