He had awakened something inside of me. Something that I tried so hard to bury. My feelings. I felt life again.
Chapter four
The next night Phoebe dangled her legs from the top of the building over looking the city. She watched the lights appear from the city as the sky changed from dusk to night while she sat there.
For the first time in years she was starting to think about the life she left behind. Her aunts, her home, her friends. She didn't want to feel, it hurt too bad, but it was too late.
She wanted to scream and shout, she wanted to curl up and hide. She wanted to fight and attack, but she felt lost and afraid.
Phoebe's thoughts tugged back and forth with her emotions. She suddenly heard someone's heart beating very fast. She tuned in and scanned the city. Her eyes focused in on a small boy walking swiftly through an alley.
Phoebe jumped and in seconds she was on the near by roof along the alley. Phoebe's mouth started to water and she could smell the boy's blood.
The boy dashed into the dark corner of the alley way and crouched down, hiding behind a dumpster. Phoebe listened to the boy's heart beat in her head.
Three men came running down the alley, they saw the boy's knees from behind the garbage bags in the dark corner.
The men smelt like booze and cigarettes. Phoebe turned her nose from them and watched on. Even from her distance, they repulsed her.
"Hey, boy, we know you are in there…" One of the men said in a throaty voice.
The other man laughed mockingly. As they walked closer to the garbage bags, Phoebe jumped off the roof and landed in front of them. She straddled the pavement and stared coldly at them.
"Ooo, check out the broad in leather" the man smiled.
"Maybe it's cat woman" The other mocked.
The man on the left quickly grabbed Phoebe and held her from behind. The other man stood in front of her eyeing her up and down.
The small boy peered around the bags and watched. The man holding Phoebe ran his hand up to her breast. The man in front of Phoebe watched with a dirty look on his face.
Phoebe smiled at him mockingly and then she reached around to the man behind her and sliced his face with her nails. He shouted in pain and released her. She turned on him and sliced his other cheek and then sliced his throat. He gagged on his blood as it drowned him and then he fell on the wet street. She turned to the other man with her red glowing eyes.
The man pleaded and ran. Phoebe jumped on his back and bashed his head into the cold pavement. He lied there motionless.
Phoebe turned and walked to the boy. He was hiding his eyes and she knelt over him. He slowly looked up at her, she had blood on her cheek.
"Please don't hurt me!" The boy whispered in a frightened voice hiding his face.
Phoebe looked at him and she felt a stabbing in her chest. She grabbed at her chest in pain.
The boy slowly looked up at her and then he suddenly lunged at her and wrapped his arms around her. The stabbing came back into her chest and she flinched. She didn't know how to respond to the boy's affection. He was all alone and scared.
"Why were you running?" Phoebe asked coldly.
"I saw them" He said
"Saw them what?" Phoebe asked
"I saw them take money from that man's store." The boy pointed
Phoebe looked towards the small gift store.
"You should get home" Phoebe said trying to block the boy's view of the bodies.
"I'm glad they're dead!" the boy said coldly.
Phoebe whirled around and looked at the boy. "You saw everything didn't you!" Phoebe snapped
"I won't tell anyone!" The boy pleaded.
"Shit!" She whispered under her breath, "Come on, I'll take you home" Phoebe said taking a deep breath and painting on a smile.
"I have no home" the boy said shamefully looking at his feet.
Phoebe looked back at him in surprise. He couldn't have been more than eight years of age? He lived on the streets? His appearance was fitting for a boy on the streets though. He had holes in his clothes and a dirty face. His knees were scraped, making him smell like old blood.
"What is your name kid?" Phoebe asked
"Sam" he said in a small voice
"Phoebe" She said reaching for his hand. The boy slowly slipped his cold small hand through Phoebe's and smiled up at her.
"Come with me Sam" Phoebe said.
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"Have you found her yet?" Matilda asked as he walked in the room.
Cole looked out the window, he could still hear her voice in his head as he swished his ice around in his glass.
"Yes, I just need more time" Cole said gazing out the window at the ocean.
"More time for what? Where is she? I'll get her myself!" Isabelle shouted.
"It is not so easy!" Cole shouted back.
"She has been missing for fifteen years, and everyone else has failed to find her! You promised us you would find her!" Isabelle shouted.
"Yeah, well, she is running again, I can feel her getting farther away" Cole said quietly, looking out the window again.
"What do you mean you can feel her?" Matilda asked curiously.
"Nothing…" Cole said distantly.
Isabelle watched him curiously.
"Sergeant, you have been on this case for three months now, why haven't you brought her home to us?" Matilda asked more calmly.
"I told you, I will find her! Good day ladies, I will let myself out." Cole said setting down his glass and walking out.
Matilda and Isabelle watched out the window, as Cole got in his Corvette and spun out of the dive.
"I don't like him!" Isabelle said
"I know, but he is our last hope my dear sister" Matilda said.
"There is something evil about him, and I don't mean in a cop way" Isabelle implied.
Matilda smiled and walked to the sofa. "I know, he is different than all the other detectives we have been though. But still, I believe him that he will find Phoebe." She said as she sat down.
"I hope she…." Isabelle sighed
"She is! Even though we can't sense her anymore, she is alive…she has to be!" Matilda said.
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Cole drove to the look out and got out of his car. His heart was pounding, and he fought with his emotions.
He had hunted vampires every since he could remember. Revenge flowed through him so thick, there was no room for warmth, and his heart had grown cold.
Flashes of that day he tried so hard to forget, came back into his head. He grabbed his head and tried not to feel the pain that was whirling inside of him.
"I'm so sorry Bo, daddy's so sorry!" Cole whispered as tears ran down his face.