Radiowaves
A/N: Apologies for the tiny wait. I've been stuck on how to write this next chapter and slowly start turning it in the direction I've been wanting. As always, read, review, and enjoy. ~A
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
His voice rang out through the oblivion, louder than the rest it seemed. He was angry. Part of me trembled, the other scoffed in defiance. Good, let him feel some of what I do.Once the thought crossed my mind the other voices began to get louder and more incoherent. I could only really understand his voice. And Mirror-Me's. The others only spoke clearly with wayward warnings, cryptic messages or Final Death situations. Before my eyes my sire materialized, his dark malicious gaze baring down on me.
"Did you forget that you are mine?", a mix of hurt and confusion crossed his face before anger flared again. A sinister grin slowly broke across his features as he closed the distance between us in a moment. I was frozen in place, at how close he was to me once again. Fear rose up, causing the beast to thrash in its cage. His hand shot out, clawed nails raking across my cheek. It stung but the pain caused me to lash out back. Snarling I pulled a knife from behind my back and plunged it into his stomach. He barked out a hysterical laugh, his eyes never leaving my face as he twisted the knife in his own gut before ripping it out, "You cant kill me that easily, Sweet Amelia."
With those words he grabbed my head forcing his mouth upon mine, the cold metallic taste of blood rolling across my tongue. My eyes widened as I jerked away watching his form fade out like static from an old television set when you cant find the signal. My eyes dropped to my hand and instead of a bloodied blade a small handheld AM/FM radio was in my grasp. The web had been gone for awhile in the oblivion. I'd remembered Mirror-Me having a slightly bigger radio like this, one of the last times i'd saw her. Smiling like some big secret was just given to me I turned the knob letting the static wash over me.
Jolting awake with a gasp, it felt like i'd almost had a heartbeat again. The taste of metal was still in my throat. the static in my ears was almost deafening. Pressing my hands to my temples, I tried to turn off the noise. But it only seemed to get clearer the harder I forced my hands into my head. I would rather have the web and its sad melody than this static. The vision soon became fuzzy like the static in my brain. I could no longer recollect what it was i'd seen. Breathing broke through the deafening noise as my eyes fell to the sleeping form of the Grave Guard. His soft, even breathing cut through the static like a knife, silencing the untuned radio that was my head. Slowly, I climbed from the couch avoiding the small mattress Romero's body was resting on. I pondered a moment if I should wake him, but thought against it as I tugged my cop hat onto my head and slipped out the door without a peep.
The Way of the Kings was now my path. I'd set my mind to the task and made sure the buck knife was still inside my thigh high boot. Tossing my drawstring bag over my shoulder, I crept out of the cemetery wall past the bums and down the street. I spotted a familiar cab parked on the opposite side of the road and strolled over to the drivers window.
"Where to?", the familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out from the cab driver. My blood yielded to him, and I felt small, minuscule as if he held all the power of this world and the next. Who are you...?
"The way of the Kings", I stated in a matter of fact tone, trying to dismiss the feelings of dread and peace both threatening to consume me as I stepped into the back of the cab. With a nod and a mysterious smile, we were off. On the way to the next stepping stone of my path, or to my ultimate demise. Who knows, right?
Be wary of the Sword of Caine...
The broadcast cut through my thoughts and silenced Mirror-Me's voice. I couldn't wrap my head around what it meant until I was standing outside of the Red Door, pondering a way inside. I could feel it, something dark and old inside. It caused my deadened heart to clench with fear. That was an unnerving feeling. Around the back I found a way up to the second floor and through a sliding door, and multiple snarling creatures, I was inside. It was a disturbing sight, that paralyzed me for several moments. All throughout this house of horrors were pieces of furniture, wall decorations, and rooms crafted from human remains. Skin, bone, even organs were used in these demented décor. More creatures were hidden in various parts of this Flesh house. My brain went back to my conversation with Romero as I looked all around the house. This must be what he had unintentionally warned me of. Maybe that was the reason for our paths to cross. Mirror-Me just laughed at where my mind went to. If only you really knew your path.
I ignored her, heading into the kitchen. Rummaging through the fridge i'd found bloodpacks.
...he only drained the remains of two...
I could smell the difference in the vitae as I slipped them into my drawstring bag with my few clothing items and assortment of small weapons; souvenirs of my not so new unlife. Through the kitchen and down the stairs, fear and wonder shown in my face as i halted abruptly in the middle of my descent. Through bits of entrails, my gaze fell upon a manbeast; no the Master of the smaller Beasts; no longer in touch with his Humanity. His bright emotionless glowing eyes locked with mine as a grin of dark interest crossed his face.
"So you're the crafter behind these fleshy fiends."
"Such potent blood for one so young Childe of Malkav, the scent of your sire's vitae in your veins is stronger than most. The chain between you and your clan founder shorter than the weakened new blood of this era.."
I narrowed my eyes growling lowly at this Beast my own stirring at the implication his words meant, "What knowledge do you hold of the many nights man?"
"Join me Young One, accept the same offer I proposed to your sire. Let me free you from your fleshly binds and show you the true power you possess. "
His eyes were dancing with something I could not quite comprehend. Pulling the buck knife from my boot I snarled at the Old Tzimisce standing below me.
"Never would I accept to be the puppet for the Flesh crafters, There are already to many people tugging at my strings."
"Childe of Malkav, you are foolish not to accept my offer, and you will feel the wrath of my creations..."
Before I could blink, the tiny creatures began to scurry from the drains leading into the basement. Out numbered, my anxiety kicked in and my hands trembled as the snarling little critters began their assault. Taking a steadying breath I steeled myself, as I felt my blood rush throughout my body activating a blood buff. With the momentary gain in strength similar to adrenaline, I began chopping the little beasts to pieces with a bit more ease. And reaching out with my mind towards their master, willing his death, letting his conscious slowly catch images of his demise, feeling his life force begin to weaken before he vanished into a pool of blood promising we will meet again. I dropped to my knees as relief and fatigue flooded my system. It was a miracle I hadn't turned to ash and fire. In need of blood I forced the red from my vision thanking whatever deities still existed for overcoming the insurmountable odds I forced my corpse to stand.
