Title: Blast to the Past II
Chapter Four: The Threat
Author: Kitty Malfoy
Enjoy!
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Riley struggled to free herself from O'Kelley's grasp, but his vampire strength outmatched her own, ten fold. His hand on her mouth tightened and Riley's jaws screamed in aching pain. His superior weight pushed down on her, and her ankle buckled underneath her and she tumbled back to the ground. One hand remained over her mouth, and the other pinned her arms to the ground above her head.
"You'll make a yummy, midnight snack." Kinch hissed, giving her a toothy smirk. Riley's eyes widened in fear, as Kinch's face lowered and his fangs inched closer and closer to her neck. His fangs were pressed slightly against her neck when something barreled into both of them. Kinch was ripped off of her, and he and the stranger tumbled down a hill. Blood poured down from her neck where his fangs had grazed her.
The dawn-fog was already beginning to creep around her ankles, and float over her arms, as she lay on the cold, hard, ground, trying to regain her breath. A dying scream shot through the silence, and seemed hauntingly foreign to Riley's ears in such a quiet place.
Footsteps coming up the hill crunched on the dead leaves of autumn, and brought Riley's wonderings back into check. Unsure of who the victor of the battle was, Riley's survival skills kicked in and she ducked behind a wall of a huge crypt.
"You can come out, Miss. He is dead." A familiar voice called out in her direction.
Warily, she slid out of her hiding spot, keeping her back to the wall, and her eyes on the man. His head turned slightly, and Riley caught his features briefly in the moonlight. Her eyes widened, but she did not speak, or he would surely know who she was.
Instead, she just nodded, and began to leave when more footsteps blundered through the large piles of leaves, and Riley could hear the entrance gate creaking faintly, on the wind. A man in a shabby, brown overcoat, shuffled around the various tombstones and unfilled graves, an almost emptied bottle of vodka hanging loosely from his grimy fingers, and a lit joint in his mouth. He was shorter than Riley, though not abnormally so, and he was covered in so much filth and garbage that she seriously doubted that he had ever had a stable home or job for that matter.
"Have either of you seen an Irish chap, 'bout yeh high, blondish hair, goes by the name o' Kinch O'Kelley?" he asked of them in a sluggish, halting voice.
"He is dead. A vampire he was- a thing of evil- and had to be disposed of." The homeless man looked at them as if he had just then realized they were there. "What? Oh no... we were the best of friends..." he looked between the both of them somberly. The man stared at him strangely, but Riley gave him a sympathetic, understanding look, and though she would have loved to comfort the man with kind words and actions, she stood her ground.
As the man shifted around his face hit the moonlight, and Riley recognized him from the list of potential vampires. His name was Andrew Pendleton, if she recalled correctly, and by the understanding look that dawned on the stranger's face, she guessed he had recognized Andrew as well.
The man jumped forward and grabbed Andrew by his threadbare coat. A sharp stake in his hand. The bottle of vodka fell from Andrew's fingers at the sudden impact, and the joint balanced precariously on his bottom lip before it tumbled to the ground and extinguished itself.
Riley leapt forward, and grabbed the man's arm in a vain effort to stop what he was trying to do. He flung her off of him, into a gravestone, where she slumped to the ground. The man raised his hand high, and drove the stake into Andrew's heart.
There was no dying scream, no poof of dust, and no pile of ashes that marked where a vampire had died. Just a pitiful gasp, as both Andrew looked down at the stake that was still stuck in his heart, then he fell limply from the man's grasp, and lay still; the fog swirling around his crumpled body.
"NO!" Riley screamed and ran to Andrew's body. Her fingers lingered lightly over the blood stained stake, and then moved to his neck to check his pulse. It was non-existent. "H-he's dead. You killed him!" She gasped. "He was a human, a-and you killed him." She stared at the man in wonder, trying to figure out how that man could be capable of murdering an innocent.
"Riley?!" the man gasped. Riley's eyes widened in fear, and she stood hastily, and began backing away. He stepped closer, and his slate gray eyes stood out against his paler than usual skin, and moonlight turned his platinum blonde hair, almost silver.
"You killed him, Lucius." She repeated again in wonderment, backing even farther away. "You can't tell anyone, Riley!" Lucius snarled, darkly. "You killed him." She repeated again. In her retreat backwards she stumbled, then turned and ran headlong down the hill, and out of the cemetery, with the violent Auror on her tail.
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Pain lanced up her sprained ankle as she darted down empty streets. She'd lost her sunglasses a long way back but hadn't dared to stop for them. She had done everything she could to lose him, but he wasn't to be shaken. He was getting closer every minute, and see her last hope rise up into view. The park.
Putting on an extra burst of speed she dove headfirst through the hedge that surrounded it, and pulled into a controlled summersault. Instantly she was back on her feet dodging, around tables, and jumping over bushes. Bent and barren branches reached out at her and grabbed at her, ripping her clothes and cutting into her skin.
She had lost her bandana in her dive through the hedge, and had nothing with which to bind the large gash on her head. Crimson blotted out her vision as blood seeped down her face, and she didn't think she was going to make it. Her detour through the park had succeeded to slow him down, but she wouldn't be able to make much of the advantage in her present state.
Then the hedge rose up again and she dove through it. Once back on shaky feet, she screamed out. "Help! Help ME!!! PLEASE!" She ran on, her frightened voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Lights appeared in windows, giving her a vague flicker of hope, but when no one came, her hope was squashed.
Looking up she saw movement in the shadows. Was it a person? It was. "Help! Help me!" She screamed out again. She was almost there, when Lucius' patience snapped.
'Wingardium Leviosa!'
One of the vender's carts that usually bustled around the busy streets during the day whizzed out from its resting-place and crashed down upon Riley's form. She fell to the ground with a scream mixed with surprise and pain; her lower half pinned to the concrete. She didn't move, her golden hair spilled out around her and her blood pooled out around her.
Then her arm twitched slightly and her head lifted. A groan escaped her lips, and some of the rubble shifted from her movement. The load on her lower half lightened suddenly; someone was digging her out. Wood and metal clattered onto the ground as her rescuer shoved things off the pile, urgently.
Footsteps came up behind her, and her rescuer spoke. "Lucius! Help me get her free!"
She knew that voice. Though her eyes were closed, large, chocolate brown eyes, filled with emotion, blotted out her vision. Eyes that haunted her, whether she was sleeping or waking, though she just now realized it. It was Sirius.
Tears filled her eyes, and she choked out a sob. He didn't know that Lucius did this. Sirius stopped shifting rocks and looked at her. He leaned down, his hand stroking her hair. "What is it, Ren?" he whispered.
"Lucius...he did this to me..." she rasped, in a hoarse whisper. Sirius stiffened, and his hand moved to his wand, hidden inside the folds of his robes. How could he be sure she was telling the truth? It was true, that Lucius hadn't moved from his position when he had asked him to help. He decided to go with his gut instincts. In one fluid motion he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Lucius.
"Stupefy!"
Lucius went flying backwards, and was knocked unconscious. Pushing off a wooden plank, he slid Riley out of the rubble, and cradling her in his arms-disapperated.
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R & R!!
Enjoy!
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Riley struggled to free herself from O'Kelley's grasp, but his vampire strength outmatched her own, ten fold. His hand on her mouth tightened and Riley's jaws screamed in aching pain. His superior weight pushed down on her, and her ankle buckled underneath her and she tumbled back to the ground. One hand remained over her mouth, and the other pinned her arms to the ground above her head.
"You'll make a yummy, midnight snack." Kinch hissed, giving her a toothy smirk. Riley's eyes widened in fear, as Kinch's face lowered and his fangs inched closer and closer to her neck. His fangs were pressed slightly against her neck when something barreled into both of them. Kinch was ripped off of her, and he and the stranger tumbled down a hill. Blood poured down from her neck where his fangs had grazed her.
The dawn-fog was already beginning to creep around her ankles, and float over her arms, as she lay on the cold, hard, ground, trying to regain her breath. A dying scream shot through the silence, and seemed hauntingly foreign to Riley's ears in such a quiet place.
Footsteps coming up the hill crunched on the dead leaves of autumn, and brought Riley's wonderings back into check. Unsure of who the victor of the battle was, Riley's survival skills kicked in and she ducked behind a wall of a huge crypt.
"You can come out, Miss. He is dead." A familiar voice called out in her direction.
Warily, she slid out of her hiding spot, keeping her back to the wall, and her eyes on the man. His head turned slightly, and Riley caught his features briefly in the moonlight. Her eyes widened, but she did not speak, or he would surely know who she was.
Instead, she just nodded, and began to leave when more footsteps blundered through the large piles of leaves, and Riley could hear the entrance gate creaking faintly, on the wind. A man in a shabby, brown overcoat, shuffled around the various tombstones and unfilled graves, an almost emptied bottle of vodka hanging loosely from his grimy fingers, and a lit joint in his mouth. He was shorter than Riley, though not abnormally so, and he was covered in so much filth and garbage that she seriously doubted that he had ever had a stable home or job for that matter.
"Have either of you seen an Irish chap, 'bout yeh high, blondish hair, goes by the name o' Kinch O'Kelley?" he asked of them in a sluggish, halting voice.
"He is dead. A vampire he was- a thing of evil- and had to be disposed of." The homeless man looked at them as if he had just then realized they were there. "What? Oh no... we were the best of friends..." he looked between the both of them somberly. The man stared at him strangely, but Riley gave him a sympathetic, understanding look, and though she would have loved to comfort the man with kind words and actions, she stood her ground.
As the man shifted around his face hit the moonlight, and Riley recognized him from the list of potential vampires. His name was Andrew Pendleton, if she recalled correctly, and by the understanding look that dawned on the stranger's face, she guessed he had recognized Andrew as well.
The man jumped forward and grabbed Andrew by his threadbare coat. A sharp stake in his hand. The bottle of vodka fell from Andrew's fingers at the sudden impact, and the joint balanced precariously on his bottom lip before it tumbled to the ground and extinguished itself.
Riley leapt forward, and grabbed the man's arm in a vain effort to stop what he was trying to do. He flung her off of him, into a gravestone, where she slumped to the ground. The man raised his hand high, and drove the stake into Andrew's heart.
There was no dying scream, no poof of dust, and no pile of ashes that marked where a vampire had died. Just a pitiful gasp, as both Andrew looked down at the stake that was still stuck in his heart, then he fell limply from the man's grasp, and lay still; the fog swirling around his crumpled body.
"NO!" Riley screamed and ran to Andrew's body. Her fingers lingered lightly over the blood stained stake, and then moved to his neck to check his pulse. It was non-existent. "H-he's dead. You killed him!" She gasped. "He was a human, a-and you killed him." She stared at the man in wonder, trying to figure out how that man could be capable of murdering an innocent.
"Riley?!" the man gasped. Riley's eyes widened in fear, and she stood hastily, and began backing away. He stepped closer, and his slate gray eyes stood out against his paler than usual skin, and moonlight turned his platinum blonde hair, almost silver.
"You killed him, Lucius." She repeated again in wonderment, backing even farther away. "You can't tell anyone, Riley!" Lucius snarled, darkly. "You killed him." She repeated again. In her retreat backwards she stumbled, then turned and ran headlong down the hill, and out of the cemetery, with the violent Auror on her tail.
~*~
Pain lanced up her sprained ankle as she darted down empty streets. She'd lost her sunglasses a long way back but hadn't dared to stop for them. She had done everything she could to lose him, but he wasn't to be shaken. He was getting closer every minute, and see her last hope rise up into view. The park.
Putting on an extra burst of speed she dove headfirst through the hedge that surrounded it, and pulled into a controlled summersault. Instantly she was back on her feet dodging, around tables, and jumping over bushes. Bent and barren branches reached out at her and grabbed at her, ripping her clothes and cutting into her skin.
She had lost her bandana in her dive through the hedge, and had nothing with which to bind the large gash on her head. Crimson blotted out her vision as blood seeped down her face, and she didn't think she was going to make it. Her detour through the park had succeeded to slow him down, but she wouldn't be able to make much of the advantage in her present state.
Then the hedge rose up again and she dove through it. Once back on shaky feet, she screamed out. "Help! Help ME!!! PLEASE!" She ran on, her frightened voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Lights appeared in windows, giving her a vague flicker of hope, but when no one came, her hope was squashed.
Looking up she saw movement in the shadows. Was it a person? It was. "Help! Help me!" She screamed out again. She was almost there, when Lucius' patience snapped.
'Wingardium Leviosa!'
One of the vender's carts that usually bustled around the busy streets during the day whizzed out from its resting-place and crashed down upon Riley's form. She fell to the ground with a scream mixed with surprise and pain; her lower half pinned to the concrete. She didn't move, her golden hair spilled out around her and her blood pooled out around her.
Then her arm twitched slightly and her head lifted. A groan escaped her lips, and some of the rubble shifted from her movement. The load on her lower half lightened suddenly; someone was digging her out. Wood and metal clattered onto the ground as her rescuer shoved things off the pile, urgently.
Footsteps came up behind her, and her rescuer spoke. "Lucius! Help me get her free!"
She knew that voice. Though her eyes were closed, large, chocolate brown eyes, filled with emotion, blotted out her vision. Eyes that haunted her, whether she was sleeping or waking, though she just now realized it. It was Sirius.
Tears filled her eyes, and she choked out a sob. He didn't know that Lucius did this. Sirius stopped shifting rocks and looked at her. He leaned down, his hand stroking her hair. "What is it, Ren?" he whispered.
"Lucius...he did this to me..." she rasped, in a hoarse whisper. Sirius stiffened, and his hand moved to his wand, hidden inside the folds of his robes. How could he be sure she was telling the truth? It was true, that Lucius hadn't moved from his position when he had asked him to help. He decided to go with his gut instincts. In one fluid motion he pulled out his wand and aimed it at Lucius.
"Stupefy!"
Lucius went flying backwards, and was knocked unconscious. Pushing off a wooden plank, he slid Riley out of the rubble, and cradling her in his arms-disapperated.
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R & R!!