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Chapter Ten
Tracy Gordon was anxious. Well, that was an understatement. She was a nervous wreck. Her tight leather skirt chaffed and itched her as she walked. With annoyance, she pulled it down for the umpteenth time that night. It seemed that no matter how much she pulled, it never reached no farther than mid thigh. Much too short for her tastes, but just right according to her friends' tastes. Her friends…
The same friends that said that they would leave her if she didn't hurry up. The same friends that had persuaded her into sneak out. The same friends that said that in order for her to be 'cool' she had to hang out with them, and that meant going to a club at all godly hours of the night. Yes, those friends.
Really, all she wanted to do now was go home.
The mesh shirt she wore made her feel self conscious, she was not use to wearing such little clothing. She stumbled.
Or such high shoes.
She felt miserable.
Those 'friends' had left her to fend for herself after she had so much trouble getting down from the tree outside of her home. She remembered how embarrassed she felt when Chad had laughed at her. Chad, the football player. The soccer star. The one that stole her heart, and the one she'd never have a chance with. She had wanted to crawl into a hole and die. That was until they said that they would wait for her at the club. The thought of them waiting for her, of Chad waiting for her, got her down the tree with only a few minor scratches.
The bass was what she heard, or felt, first. It pulsated through the ground. It only resulted in making her more and more anxious. She began to hear people.
A lot of people.
Her heart caught in her throat, she was so nervous. All she would have to do, is turn one more corner, and she would be there.
However, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She had left the house without her mother's permission (not that her mother would have approved). But still, what if she was found out?
'No dice! She won't be home until tomorrow morning. You'll be in your bed by then. No crime, no punishment' A voice reassured her. Her plan was flawless. She would not get caught.
"Hello, Tracy." A voice she did not recognized rung out to her from the darkness. Before she could turn, she was pinned against the wall. Not strong enough to hurt but defiantly strong enough to keep her there. She opened her mouth to scream, but his mouth was on hers before she could even whimper.
Suddenly, she felt…sleepy.
Her eyes closed, her head leaning into the kiss. It was like nothing that she had ever felt before, her stomach flip-flopped. With a breath her 'attacker' broke the kiss, finally looking her in the eye.
'What pretty eyes…' Green met black, with just a hint of gold.
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Owen looked the girl in the eyes for the first time. She was perfect! Young, vibrant! Full of energy! It basically radiated off of her. He studied her face.
She looked up at him, genuinely confused. Fear still crept through her heart. Owen felt it. He also heard her thoughts, of which were loud and untainted in his mind.
'What does he want?'
'Is he going to mug me?'
'He's awfully cute to be a mugger!' He smiled at that one.
'Oh my god, what it he rapes me?! What will mommy do without me?' It was then that tears began to fall. Owen hushed her.
"I will not rape you…" He muttered, trying to assure her. She looked up into his eyes. She was not convinced.
"Then…what do you want with me?" A barely audible whisper, but still there. Owen smiled. This is what he had been waiting for.
"This." Owen closed the gape between his lips and hers once again. She moaned, opening her mouth into his, offering herself to him. He did not take her wandering tongue, instead he broke the kiss only to reattach himself to her cheekbone, kissing and sucking lightly. She leaned into him.
'What are you doing?! This guy's gonna rape you and your enjoying it?!' A small voice rang out against the change in events. A larger more demanding voice argued. She was curious, that's why she didn't stop, or fight him. The menstruations stirred something in her she never in he sixteen years of life knew was there. Owen continued a track down, kiss after kiss, ending at the base of her neck. She moan against him, blissfully closing her eyes.
That was until she felt a sudden pain.
Her eyes shot open. Owen gripped her tightly, his teeth making a small cut on the base of her neck.
She began to struggle, pushing against his chest and body as a method of escape. But Owen held her fast.
He sucked harder, the blood engulfing his mind. He knew that if he didn't keep a connection to the real world, he would give into temptation and completely blood her. Her mind would be his line to sanity.
'Your mother is going to be angry and worried when she learns that you snuck out without her knowledge.' Her eyes widened at the sound of his voice in her head. Her struggling got more and more sluggish as the blood was drained from her. Meanwhile Owen felt more and more vibrant, the blood giving him a new found energy.
However, sadly, he knew that it would have to end.
He felt her knees give way, falling into the support of his arms. It was there that he held her until finally breaking the bond that he had with her blood. She leaned into his chest, panting and helpless. She felt drained, her vision burry. He knew that she was weak, but was far from death. Actually, she would probably be back to normal in a few hours. That was how he fed, his 'victim' kept alive. Humans had the right to live, just like he. He would never take the life of a human, it was a lesson that he had learned in his youth.
He leaned down, breathing in her scent. So young… He left a lingering kiss on her forehead.
'You should get home.' He whispered into her mind. She closed her eyes and grasped him, the full extent of her deceit towards her mother hitting her for the first time. This man, this strange man, was right. Slowly, Owen released his grasp on her. At the loss of the support her knees shuttered weakly, threatening to give out. He held her hand, steadying her. She kept the grasp on his hand, until she was able to stand on her own.
Owen smiled. He had done better than he thought. She would defiantly be ok.
She looked up at him, grasping the jacket around herself as the wind picked up. She shivered lightly, admiring how the wind played with his hair. He kept her steady gaze. Not able to help herself, she leaned in, her lips brushing his. His eyes closed as he turned away.
"Go home, little one." He murmured aloud. She looked at his face curiously, before turning away.
He did not want her.
Sadly, she took a footstep into the night air, but another voice interrupted her thoughts and her journey. It came form somewhere behind her.
"Still lovin' them and leavin' them, huh Owen?" The voice dripped with malice. Owen tensed. His eyes stared into Tracy's, stabbing into her soul with his urgently.
"Run." He whispered. Her eyes questioned his before taking of into the darkness.
Owen turned, facing Trevor for the first time in fifty two years. "Long time no see." There was no friendliness in his voice, Owen kept it cold.
This was business.
He looked Trevor up and down, he still basically looked the same as he did the last time he saw him. Tall, thin, insane; his red hair matted and wild. Trevor grinned up at his adversary, the coldness never leaving his gaze.
"You know, she should be dead." It was a statement that Owen knew well. Not all vampires agreed with is philosophy that humans had the right to live.
Trevor was one of them.
He stepped out of the shadows, a long barreled gun in hand. Owen's eyes widened. Trevor had not had that before. Before Owen could take a step, Trevor had the gun pointed in the direction of the girl. She had not gone far, but she still ran, her stumbling steps echoing on the empty street. Owen's eyes widened.
"Well, maybe I can fix that for you." With a grin, he pulled the trigger. The boom of the hammer in the gun echoed loudly. To Owen, it all seemed to slow down, time coming to a near stop. The double bullet left the barrel of the gun. Owen ran, in hopes to reach the girl before they did. Tracy turned, a split second to late.
The bullets shot past him.
He was not fast enough.
The bullets entered the girl's body, exploding out of her back. Her eyes wide, she flew backwards, falling into a heap on the concrete ground. Time came back to it's original progression.
A yell rang through the night. It was not until his voice went horse did Owen realize that the yell was his own.
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"But why? What's the point of killing humans? Why murder them when we can let them live to serve us again?"
A young Owen fingered the white piece of ivory as he talked. The bishop seemed cool under his fingers, the ridges under his fingertips. He looked over the moonlit board and at the figure across from him.
A Game of Chess.
The figure chuckled, his voice cool and collected, knowledgeable. He talked to him as if talking to a child instead of a peer.
"Foolish boy. Humans are weak insects contaminating our world. They live their lives to reek destruction and havoc. Useless filthy beings of low class blood; the only thing that they're good for is food. Besides, their minds are limited; they wouldn't understand people like you and me." A pasty white hand found an ebony black piece.
The Queen attacked.
Owen's bishop was gone.
"But why kill them?" Owen still puzzled over Trevor's philosophies. He contemplated moving his castle, but decided against it. Instead a pawn took a step forward.
"It is the principle. Why keep such lowly beings in out midst? They don't deserve to even be in the same universe as us, not to mention the same living space." A knight moved forward, the castle lay in ruins in its wake.
Owen frowned. He was fighting a losing battle. Still, all was not lost. He still had a chance.
"They deserve to live, just like we deserve to live." His queen stepped forward, defending his beliefs.
Trevor smiled.
"They deserve death, just as we deserve their blood." He chuckled, a single pawn stepping forward. Owen watched on in disbelief. Everything that he had been protecting now lay out in the open, his king was attacked from all sides.
"Check. Mate."
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Owen reached the falling girl, clutching her to his chest. Blood drained from her mouth as she fell into his arms. He looked down at her.
Green eyes met black, with a hint of gold.
However, this time, her eyes were pained, her lips moving.
She was alive.
He did not need to hear what she was saying; he could see it in her mind.
'Tell her that I'm sorry.' Owen nodded just as the girl let go, leaving the world forever. He dropped the body, the pool of blood growing bigger and bigger. His anger took the same course. He turned; his eyes burning with rage. Trevor had killed her.
Trevor watched the whole scene, that horrible grin never leaving his face. He had Owen right where he wanted him.
"Check. Mate." He pointed the gun at Owen, immediately firing off two rounds.
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Authors notes: I used a lot of symbolism in this chapter. The whole Chess game scene to be exactly. This scene was meant not to be a flashback in that sense, but to be a displacement of time that the readers should know about and understand. White, black; Good, evil. Notice who had what pieces. Also, the whole discussion thing is a representation as to what is going on on the board.
"He was fighting a losing battle."
It's a battle of views here, Owen's versus Trevor's. And right now, it seems as though Trevor has the upper hand. : ) More coming soon, there is more to this than meets the eye. ;)
*A Note for Rene* Front. As in putting up a front. Basically, what I was trying to say in that part was that Raph would not act all gung-ho about it, and that he was admitting to himself that Owen made him nervous. Get it? Cool! Looking forward to your input! :D
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Next chapter coming soon! R and R
