Lonely in my Heart
Part 4
Buildings appear from the depths of the horizon bringing with it the town that I once called home, the sun has started to descend into the far off horizon but has not completely vanished from my sight.
A few clouds can be as I look up and look like large white pillows hanging from a canvas that is the evening sky.
A few shops close as I pass them getting ready for the demons that the night can bring, from the looks on a few of the peoples faces I can tell they are not so oblivious as they were in my memories.
I turn the corner left and nearly skid as the shock of the sight of 4 boarded up buildings, a woman stands on the corner with nothing more than a tight shirt showing her cleavage and a thong on.
Pressing down hard on the pedal I zoom towards the nearest motel getting the information from my memories of the place.
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Skidding to a halt I place the bike on its stand and look at the motel, a neon sign is broken as only one of the words is highlighted with green light.
"Castaway motel"
The place looks dirty, two very large glass doors make it clear that that is the reception area, on each side of the reception entrance, doors can be seen to go off in both directions counting up to 40 rooms.
I slip off my bike grabbing the satchel and walk into the motel.
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The TV can be heard blaring as I step through the entrance, looking towards the counter I see a guy sitting there staring intently at the TV and laughing at each of the very loud punch lines.
Keys are hanging on each wall, there seems to be 11 empty rooms at the moment, I walk up and place my hand on the bell letting it ring out loudly.
Even though the guy sits but 5 feet from me he doesn't seem to respond to the bell, I bang it again but still no response.
I lean over the counter reaching for the TV and it soon fizzles and dies as I pull the plug free from the wall.
"Hey What's the big Id.."
He looks at me and then quietens down.
The guy looks to be in his mid thirties, he has greying hair that is parted in the centre, he is wearing a blue shirt that needs a good ironing and a red tie that doesn't seem to be tied properly.
"I'd like a room"
"Yes.. Sir" he responds as he eyes me.
He grabs a set of keys from the wall and throws them onto the counter; I pick them up and turn to walk off.
"There's a paying up front.. And umm deposit"
He seems nervous as I turn and look at him slightly, he looks at my leather jacket then seems to back off a bit.
Pulling a 100 from my pocket I throw it over the counter.
"Keep the change"
Exiting the reception quickly I read the keying, it is slightly used and some of the words of the motel's name are hard to make out but the room number sticks out clearly.
"Room 12 here I come"
Walking over to my bike I pull it off the stand and walk with it to my room.
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Stepping into my room I shut the door behind me and look at my surroundings as I flick the light switch on that is on the wall to the left.
A bed sits dead centre in the room and seems to have the ability to vibrate when quarters are placed in the machine at the side.
At the foot of the bed is a small table, which has the Television on, that seems very old compared to modern technology. One wardrobe lines the far wall and a door is right of it obviously leading to the bathroom.
Dropping my satchel on the bed I walk and open the door stepping into the bathroom and perusing my surroundings.
The tub lines the left wall and has a shower attachment and the sink and cabinet are opposite of it with the toilet lining the far wall.
I turn the taps in the tub letting the water out, a murky brown liquid seems to come from the taps, and I whack my hand against the bath and watch as the water turns clear, and I smile and shed my clothing.
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Having been bathed and sorted out the few wearable clothes that I own I choose to wear the pair of jeans that I had been bought by Cordelia earlier, I dress quickly and place my leather jacket over a T-shirt that says "Suck it".
Grabbing my moschino shades I place them gently on my nose then exit the room locking it as I go.
Jumping aboard my bike I set off with a roar of the engine towards the nearest bar.
"God I need a whiskey… What's the phrase Dutch courage.. Definitely need some of that"
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Jumping off my bike I place it on it's stand and walk slowly towards the bar, many peoples are sitting and cleaning there own motorcycles, a few look towards me but for the most part they seem to be too interested in there bikes.
I slip the doorman some money and walk past him into the bar.
The first thing that hits me is the noise, from all around there seems to be arguments going on, punches been thrown people been beaten up.
I dodge someone as they get punched and fly towards me, I smile and walk towards the bar.
Next thing to hit me is the smell of the place it just reeks whiskey.
Jumping onto a seat I bang my fist on the counter hard making a loud noise, the bar man walks over.
He is dressed in a uniform that seems just fit for this place, a leather jacket with a tie.
"Whatdya want"
"Large Whiskey"
He nods his head then grabs a bottle pouring it sloppily into a glass that he places on the counter, a few drops of whiskey hit the counter creating one more stain on that stain ridden wood.
I drop the correct money in his hand then take a drink of the whiskey and turn on the barstool looking around.
A grunt of pain is heard as one more person falls unconscious as he is hit with a chair from behind, I watch carefully as three people try to take on this giant of a man.
He stands 7" tall and looks to be about 400 pounds, he throws them like rag dolls into the wall making them all crumble to the floor in a heap and then more join the fray to take down the giant.
A tap on my shoulder makes me turn my head, a drunken slob is leaning on the counter unsteadily and I drawback as the smell of his breath makes me grimace, his head is mostly free of hair with but a few strands hear and there.
"Yea" I inquire.
"Me and me friend over there.. We were thinking that you're a fucking fag"
Looking over his shoulder I see another equally drunken slob leaning against the wall with about as much hair.
"You see.. I don't know how to reply; normally I'd just break a leg for such a remark but… I didn't like your tone of voice"
He draws back and looks me up and down then laughs in my face.
Grabbing him by the throat I throw him across the club sending him flying into the giant that turns just in time to get collided with and it makes him topple over as well and his head hit's the wall making him fall unconscious.
The place instantly becomes quiet.
"Goliath.. He's down"
"Oh that name fits him so well" I smirk as everyone turns to look at me.
"Get HIM"
Fist flew, arms tried to hit and people fell unconscious as I stepped aside and dodged every hit and left the club, they had not realised I had left and fighting could still be heard from the inside of the building.
"Idiots.. Bikers"
I drink the last of my whiskey then smash the glass on the ground and walk jumping onto my bike; I let it roar into life and I head for the nearest graveyard.
"See if anything's the same in this town"
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They can be heard hunting from a person with heightened senses like myself, sneaking through the underbrush, crawling through the dirt, walking behind unsuspecting victims.
Letting my hand out fast I grab him by the scruff of his collar and his two would be victims turn scared out of their wits.
A young girl about the age of 18 looks to be on her first date with a similar aged boy.
"It's okay folks, my friend jimmy here won't hurt you, I'll take him back to the institution" I smile and grab the vampire crushing him in a hug.
"You can go.. It's just a heartfelt moment between two long lost brothers.. You see he's mental"
The girl smiles slightly but is pulled away by the guy and they soon disappear into the darkness.
"So" I say turning and smiling at the vamp "Anything new happening"
"Who are you?" he says looking me up and down.
I pick a piece of mud from his clothing, obviously he is newly risen, and I place an arm around him.
"You see my friend Buffy died and well.."
Part 4
Buildings appear from the depths of the horizon bringing with it the town that I once called home, the sun has started to descend into the far off horizon but has not completely vanished from my sight.
A few clouds can be as I look up and look like large white pillows hanging from a canvas that is the evening sky.
A few shops close as I pass them getting ready for the demons that the night can bring, from the looks on a few of the peoples faces I can tell they are not so oblivious as they were in my memories.
I turn the corner left and nearly skid as the shock of the sight of 4 boarded up buildings, a woman stands on the corner with nothing more than a tight shirt showing her cleavage and a thong on.
Pressing down hard on the pedal I zoom towards the nearest motel getting the information from my memories of the place.
----------
Skidding to a halt I place the bike on its stand and look at the motel, a neon sign is broken as only one of the words is highlighted with green light.
"Castaway motel"
The place looks dirty, two very large glass doors make it clear that that is the reception area, on each side of the reception entrance, doors can be seen to go off in both directions counting up to 40 rooms.
I slip off my bike grabbing the satchel and walk into the motel.
-----------
The TV can be heard blaring as I step through the entrance, looking towards the counter I see a guy sitting there staring intently at the TV and laughing at each of the very loud punch lines.
Keys are hanging on each wall, there seems to be 11 empty rooms at the moment, I walk up and place my hand on the bell letting it ring out loudly.
Even though the guy sits but 5 feet from me he doesn't seem to respond to the bell, I bang it again but still no response.
I lean over the counter reaching for the TV and it soon fizzles and dies as I pull the plug free from the wall.
"Hey What's the big Id.."
He looks at me and then quietens down.
The guy looks to be in his mid thirties, he has greying hair that is parted in the centre, he is wearing a blue shirt that needs a good ironing and a red tie that doesn't seem to be tied properly.
"I'd like a room"
"Yes.. Sir" he responds as he eyes me.
He grabs a set of keys from the wall and throws them onto the counter; I pick them up and turn to walk off.
"There's a paying up front.. And umm deposit"
He seems nervous as I turn and look at him slightly, he looks at my leather jacket then seems to back off a bit.
Pulling a 100 from my pocket I throw it over the counter.
"Keep the change"
Exiting the reception quickly I read the keying, it is slightly used and some of the words of the motel's name are hard to make out but the room number sticks out clearly.
"Room 12 here I come"
Walking over to my bike I pull it off the stand and walk with it to my room.
---------------
Stepping into my room I shut the door behind me and look at my surroundings as I flick the light switch on that is on the wall to the left.
A bed sits dead centre in the room and seems to have the ability to vibrate when quarters are placed in the machine at the side.
At the foot of the bed is a small table, which has the Television on, that seems very old compared to modern technology. One wardrobe lines the far wall and a door is right of it obviously leading to the bathroom.
Dropping my satchel on the bed I walk and open the door stepping into the bathroom and perusing my surroundings.
The tub lines the left wall and has a shower attachment and the sink and cabinet are opposite of it with the toilet lining the far wall.
I turn the taps in the tub letting the water out, a murky brown liquid seems to come from the taps, and I whack my hand against the bath and watch as the water turns clear, and I smile and shed my clothing.
----------------------
Having been bathed and sorted out the few wearable clothes that I own I choose to wear the pair of jeans that I had been bought by Cordelia earlier, I dress quickly and place my leather jacket over a T-shirt that says "Suck it".
Grabbing my moschino shades I place them gently on my nose then exit the room locking it as I go.
Jumping aboard my bike I set off with a roar of the engine towards the nearest bar.
"God I need a whiskey… What's the phrase Dutch courage.. Definitely need some of that"
--------------------
Jumping off my bike I place it on it's stand and walk slowly towards the bar, many peoples are sitting and cleaning there own motorcycles, a few look towards me but for the most part they seem to be too interested in there bikes.
I slip the doorman some money and walk past him into the bar.
The first thing that hits me is the noise, from all around there seems to be arguments going on, punches been thrown people been beaten up.
I dodge someone as they get punched and fly towards me, I smile and walk towards the bar.
Next thing to hit me is the smell of the place it just reeks whiskey.
Jumping onto a seat I bang my fist on the counter hard making a loud noise, the bar man walks over.
He is dressed in a uniform that seems just fit for this place, a leather jacket with a tie.
"Whatdya want"
"Large Whiskey"
He nods his head then grabs a bottle pouring it sloppily into a glass that he places on the counter, a few drops of whiskey hit the counter creating one more stain on that stain ridden wood.
I drop the correct money in his hand then take a drink of the whiskey and turn on the barstool looking around.
A grunt of pain is heard as one more person falls unconscious as he is hit with a chair from behind, I watch carefully as three people try to take on this giant of a man.
He stands 7" tall and looks to be about 400 pounds, he throws them like rag dolls into the wall making them all crumble to the floor in a heap and then more join the fray to take down the giant.
A tap on my shoulder makes me turn my head, a drunken slob is leaning on the counter unsteadily and I drawback as the smell of his breath makes me grimace, his head is mostly free of hair with but a few strands hear and there.
"Yea" I inquire.
"Me and me friend over there.. We were thinking that you're a fucking fag"
Looking over his shoulder I see another equally drunken slob leaning against the wall with about as much hair.
"You see.. I don't know how to reply; normally I'd just break a leg for such a remark but… I didn't like your tone of voice"
He draws back and looks me up and down then laughs in my face.
Grabbing him by the throat I throw him across the club sending him flying into the giant that turns just in time to get collided with and it makes him topple over as well and his head hit's the wall making him fall unconscious.
The place instantly becomes quiet.
"Goliath.. He's down"
"Oh that name fits him so well" I smirk as everyone turns to look at me.
"Get HIM"
Fist flew, arms tried to hit and people fell unconscious as I stepped aside and dodged every hit and left the club, they had not realised I had left and fighting could still be heard from the inside of the building.
"Idiots.. Bikers"
I drink the last of my whiskey then smash the glass on the ground and walk jumping onto my bike; I let it roar into life and I head for the nearest graveyard.
"See if anything's the same in this town"
-------------
They can be heard hunting from a person with heightened senses like myself, sneaking through the underbrush, crawling through the dirt, walking behind unsuspecting victims.
Letting my hand out fast I grab him by the scruff of his collar and his two would be victims turn scared out of their wits.
A young girl about the age of 18 looks to be on her first date with a similar aged boy.
"It's okay folks, my friend jimmy here won't hurt you, I'll take him back to the institution" I smile and grab the vampire crushing him in a hug.
"You can go.. It's just a heartfelt moment between two long lost brothers.. You see he's mental"
The girl smiles slightly but is pulled away by the guy and they soon disappear into the darkness.
"So" I say turning and smiling at the vamp "Anything new happening"
"Who are you?" he says looking me up and down.
I pick a piece of mud from his clothing, obviously he is newly risen, and I place an arm around him.
"You see my friend Buffy died and well.."