Tainted Love
Part One- Malicious Intent
Chapter 4
Central park, near midnight. The trees cast ghostly shadows on the pathways going through the park, dark green on dark gray on black. At night, the park had a deathly stillness, a complete contrast to the crazy whirl of the city's nightlife. Rocks thrust out of the earth, almost as though they didn't belong, but even stranger than that, a wolf stood quietly on top of it, watching the full moon.
Her pelt was dark brown, but the fur on the stop of her head was streaked with dark blue. Her yellow eyes were filled with a strange intelligence, the moon reflected in them. This wolf, of course, was Gee. Usually, werewolves don't know how to control the beast inside, but Gee had had too much practice over the years. She was bitten when she was quite little.
Cat, I hope you're not doing something stupid. She thought placidly. I just hope that you didn't go to that party alone.
Mush practically tripped on himself going down the stairs to the subway. He was in a serious hurry, and the fact that the party was being held in Brooklyn complicated matters.just a little. He ran his fingers through his curly brown hair and looked at the map. It was all so confusing.
"Aw damn." he mumbled to himself. "I wish Gee was here."
"Need help?" a voice said behind him. Mush spun around, and came face to face with the one person he didn't want to meet.
The party was wild. Held in a small apartment in Brooklyn, it basically was a lot of people crammed into a little space, with music blasting, and people sneaking off in couples to God knows what in the hallways of the building.
Cat took another sip of her beer, she was having the time of her life, so far. Dressed in clubbing gear, a black net shirt over spaghetti strapped midriff and tight black pants, she couldn't keep the music out of her head, and even when the DJ was changing records, she would bob her head as thought it were still playing.
Gee had called this a "vampire party", so far she had seen no such thing. The closest thing she had seen were hickeys and that was hardly Vampiric. Cat eyed prospective dancers, girl or boy; it didn't really matter to her. In her opinion, dancing wasn't half as fun unless you had a partner to dance with you.
She noticed a boy dancing not too far off, his brown hair falling over his intense blue eyes. He looked up, catching her eye and grinning. Perfect. Cat danced over to him, and slipped her hand around his waist. He looked pleasantly surprised.
"I've been eyeing you all night; I never thought you would actually come over!" His boyish enthusiasm made Cat smile, and she couldn't help but check him out. Black leather pants and a tight black shirt, she curled her toes in excitement. This was going to be an interesting night.
Kid Blink watched the couple dance with a look akin to horror. How Spot could randomly attract girls like that was amazing to him. Closing his eye and smelling the air, Blink could catch a faint scent of blood.most of his brethren have scored a fine meal tonight; Blink was rather content to be on the sidelines, watching.
He turned his eye to Specs, one of Spot's blood slaves. The poor boy sat peacefully in a dark corner hidden from the view of the dancers. His head was tilted slightly back, and latched to the throat, like some twisted leech was a blond haired boy with glasses as well. One of the boy's arms was around Specs' waist, the other was curled in his wavy hair.
Kid Blink looked away; Dutchy could be quite. flamboyant in his tastes for blood. It made his stomach turn; watching the two carry on like that. Specs liked it, another thing that made Blink a little sick.
"Intrestin' party, don'cha think?" Blink turned his head to the side where his good eye could see. Standing next to him was a small kid with nondescript brown hair and eyes. He was a little goofy looking, and by his side was a metal crutch. Most would consider the poor boy as a worthless cripple, but Blink knew he was looking at the most artful and deceitful illusionary witch of the 21st century.
"Crutchy?" Blink asked, amazed. "I didn't think you would come to a party like this."
Crutchy looked around, a bored look on his face. "Eh, my nightlife ain't what it used ta be, ah'll give ye that, Blink." His eyes rested on Specs and Dutchy. "Intrestin', very intrestin'."
Blink rolled his eye, not even bothering to look at what he was talking about. Crutchy quickly grew bored of watching the two, and his eyes slid to Spot and Cat. Her face was buried in his throat, and his head was bent down, whispering something in her ear.
"I didn' know yous guys invited a Necromancer," Crutchy observed. Blink's eye widened in surprised.
"A Necro? Here!? You have to be kidding me!" He leaned forward slightly; trying to get a good look at the girl Spot was dancing with. "She's so young!"
Crutchy gave him a warning look. "Young doesn' mean powerless."
"I didn't mean it like that, but her? She has to be sixteen at the most, and don't most Necros find their powers at like.18?"
"What does it matta?" Crutchy asked, with a wave of his hand, a three inch high duplicate of the girl appeared on Blink's shoulder. Blink didn't look amused. "I mean, all that does matta is that Spot ova there's gonna get her blood firs'."
Spot appeared on Blink's shoulder next to Cat, and embraced her, sinking his tiny teeth into her tiny throat. Blink rolled his eye and brushed the illusion away. The two figures disappeared in a puff of smoke graceful smokey tendrils still hanging in the air.
"What's so great about Necro blood anyways?" Blink said dismissively. "I prefer a good wereanimal any day." Crutchy looked amused, and chuckled slightly to himself.
"Nuttin', I guess, Ih don' matta, even if ya did know, looks like someone else is gonna move in anyways."
Kid Blink looked up, and to his surprise saw the one person he didn't expect at the party.
"Good to see you again, Mush," David Jacobs said, a small fanged smile coming to his lips. Mush couldn't help but back away, his eyes never leaving David's sallow, pale face.
"Davy? Good to see you again, I thought you died." He eyed the vampire warily. "You look good."
"So do you, Mush, what's this?" David's fingers found the pocket watch that Mush held. He turned it over in his fingers. "Isn't this Racetrack's?"
"I'm doing him a favor, none of your business."
"You know what is my business, Mush?" David said, changing the subject. "Last I saw you had to be.1912, tell me, how are you still alive?"
"Well.I found out that once my old master died, and I got a new one.I was kind of bound to him, so now I won't die as long as he's alive."
"Intriguing, I'm sure." David gave a little annoyed sigh, before finally focusing on Mush and not the spot of wall above his head. "But can you still die?"
"O-only if my master d-d-does...or I guess I can die by any practical purposes." David nodded, seemingly understanding poor Mush's plight.
"So if I subject you to hours upon hours of torture.you'll still be alive?" Mush gave a fearful nod, and David grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
"Perfect!"
David didn't really feel like killing Mush, but he was sent to stop Mush's eventual intervention with that Necromancer at Spot Conlon's party. There was a deal going on, and David was promised at least a pint of that Necromancer's blood.
And that would be a special treat.
"Come with me to my place.just down the hall." Spot whispered to Cat. A delicious shiver ran down her spine as she stopped kissing his neck and met his eyes again. The hypnotic pull of those beautiful eyes made him hard to resist.
"I will." Those eyes practically popped with excitement until.
"May I cut in?" The two of them turned to look at the person who spoke. He was only about a foot taller than Cat herself, and wore a rather oversized jacket thrown over a white dress shirt with gray pinstripes. His brown hair was brushed back, and his fathomless chocolate brown eyes betrayed no emotion. Spot's reaction, a gasp, was quite interesting to her. She looked up at him.
"This one's mine, Race, get your own." The boy, Race apparently, looked undaunted. He smirked slightly.
"She's not an object yeh kin keep, Spot, I see yeh marking her with your eyes.don't. Necromancers don' really react in best besta ways.."
"We need her help," Spot replied. "You know that. Right after I get a sip, I was going to ask a favor." Reality came crashing back to Cat when she realized that they had just called her a Necromancer.
"Not you guys too." She said, annoyance seeping into her voice. Anger was bubbling up inside of her.why couldn't she just be normal!? Inside of her.she felt this strange energy react to her anger, and a shriek of terror caused the music to stop on a dime.
Specs was backing away from the corner he was in, eyes wide with fear. His eyes never left the person who had been feeding on him but a moment ago. The vampire, a blond boy with glasses, stared in awe and terror at his hands.or what was left of them.
Rotten flesh dripped off his hands and onto the floor, Dutchy looked up at his fellow vampires with fear, and a piece of rotten flesh slid off his cheek. Racetrack and Spot looked at Cat in horror; whose hand was outstretched, surrounded by a dense, black aura.
Her violet black eyes were just black now, even the whites, and she mumbled something under her breath, her eyes never leaving her victim's face. Dutchy screamed in agony, clawing at himself, and everyone seemed to wait for the stench of rotting flesh to reach their nostrils.it never came
Crutchy leaned over to Kid Blink, a twinkle in his eye. "Now thah ain't no illusion, Blink. Dis is tha real thing!" Blink just watched in horror.
"Stop it!" Spot cried. "He's dying!"
" 'xactly. Necromancer's control the dead.meanin' us." Racetrack sighed, watching Dutchy rot. "Lemme have her for now, I'll get her ta help us." Spot shrugged, and Racetrack grabbed a hold of her, gritting his teeth in pain.
It was so cold; Racetrack could see the poor girl shivering through the black cloud that seemed to surround her. She couldn't control her own powers, probably didn't even know what she was doing, so this was pretty pardonable. He shook her violently, making the aura lesson, and practically picked her up. Racetrack needed to get her away from everyone.
Cat was caught in a flurry of power, she was oblivious to everything, but she could feel it. She could feel the dead press against her skull, dying to tell her their secrets at last, she screamed at them to go away, but they never listened. She couldn't help but stare at the vampire in front of her.he was her outlet. Her hand was outstretched, that she could feel, and she didn't want to stop whatever she was doing. The power felt like it was leaving her that way. It hurt so much, this power, like tiny knives going up and down her arms, pricking her.but never drawing blood.
Someone shook her, and she lost a grip on her powers. Something, or someone, had grabbed her, making her loose sight of her target. The powers ebbed back into her, making her scream again. Cat didn't want this; she wanted to get rid of it.
Racetrack pinned the girl's arms to her side, taking her out of the apartment and slamming her against the wall. The blackness still swam in her eyes, but the aura was gone. He could feel her power flare against his skin, and tried to ignore it. She was shivering uncontrollably; Racetrack smiled a little, brushing some of the hair out of her face.
"Yeh cold?" He asked softly, she didn't seem to hear him. The music had started again, leaving Racetrack still pinned against her, refusing to back away until that horrible blackness bled out of her eyes.
Cat was cold, horribly cold, but she could barely hear what the boy was saying over the voices of the dead, telling her horrible secrets she didn't want to know. She wanted to claw her ears off, but the boy held them down. She looked right at him, seeing not him, but a shade, blackish blue. It was touching her.why was it touching here!?
He held her down as she began to thrash, trying to get away from him. He knew only one way to calm her down.weaken her, make her tired. But did he want her to start off not trusting him? She pressed her hand to his chest, when he began to feel something strange.
He heard a wet plop as a piece of skin slid off the back of his hand and hit the floor. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it wasn't a good one either. He would have to stop this, before she destroyed everyone at the party. He brushed away some of the hair that was lying against her neck. He bent down, giving her a feather light kiss at the base of her throat. It was his habit, he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. And with that, he buried his face into her neck.
Spot had checked on Dutchy, finding him to be quite alright, his skin was regenerated and everything. Specs pulled him into a hug, whispering something into his ear. Spot watched the two of them, not completely understanding their bond. Specs wasn't Dutchy's blood slave, he was Spot's.why the connection?
He shrugged, his eyes inexplicably drawn to the door that Racetrack had dragged Cat. Something was going on, and Spot wanted to know what it was. Ignoring everyone else, he brushed passed Kid Blink and Crutchy on his way out the door.
"An' so ih begins," Crutchy observed. Kid Blink regarded him with a skeptical look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, watching Spot storm out. "They do this all the time, fighting over magical creatures because their blood is better."
Crutchy nodded, though Blink could tell that he was just being humored. "Yeah, but dis time, ih's diff'rent."
"How so?" Blink asked, but Crutchy shouldered up his crutch and began to head for the door.
"Ah gotta stop dis whole pahty goin' thing." he mumbled, more to himself than to Blink. "Ah's gettin' a liddle too old fo' dis." He left Kid Blink and hobbled out the door.
The ebb and flow of Cat's powers began to lesson, but Cat herself hardly noticed. She stopped thrashing, her arms lying limply at her side. Her eyes were open, but she didn't see. Still pinned against her was a panting Racetrack, his arms around her waist, dizzy as anything. He couldn't get over the way his head was swimming. Racetrack had never liked drinking from magical creatures.and here he was, with a Necromancer in his arms, a death witch. Apparently they had the best blood of all.
Spot stood in the middle of the hallway, as still as a shadow, his eyes never leaving the two. He wasn't angry, au contraire, he was jubilant. An evil grin coming to his mouth, he pushed Racetrack off of her and took her in his arms, dancing with her.
"Wonderful! Finally! How long has it been?" Racetrack didn't find any of this amusing.
"Put 'er down, Spot, she's jus' weak from using 'er powers for deh foist time, Ah didn' kill 'er." He tried to stay calm, but the thought of Spot waltzing around the hallway with the poor girl in his arms made his stomach turn.
"This is so Anne Rice, we should make her one of us now!" He took her hand and brought a finger to his lips, taking a tiny bite.just a taste.
"Spot." The cyan-eyed vampire's name, spoken so simply, with a hint of a dangerous warning in the older vampire's voice made Spot gently take her finger out of his mouth. Upon tasting her blood, the familiarity of it.a question rose in his eyes, but the warning presented by his sire made him change the subject.
"So.should we? I mean.she seems kind of out of it, and imagine." He licked his lips, looking down at the girl in his arms. "A Necromancer vampire.damn, she could be our Claudia!" He closed the girl's blank, open eyes and kissed her purplish colored eyelids. "A little old though."
Racetrack went over to him and took Cat from him, smoothing her rumpled hair. "No. 'Cause a Necromancer vampire isn' very smart, now is ih?" He picked her up in his arms effortlessly. "And we gotta Claudia already, don' we?"
Spot's expression soured. "You have to bring that up?" Racetrack walked to him, the unconscious girl in his arms. He stopped a breath away from Spot's ear, filled with malicious intent.
"You gotta stop readin' Anne Rice an' Laurell K. Hamilton," he whispered. "I'm takin' 'er home." He continued walking, and Spot spun to face him, his face filled with anger.
"Do ya really tink you should be near da goil!?" He asked, his Brooklyn accent seeping in with anger. A bit of his homicidal, maniacal side surfaced, and Spot rode it, loving the sense of abandon he got from it.
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Ya know 'xacty whad I mean." He went over to the girl, taking her arm, but Racetrack pulled her away from him.
"I'm takin' 'er home." Racetrack said sternly, a cold fire rising in his eyes. "She's gone though enough ta-day, right?" Cat let out a little moan of pain, her eyelids fluttering a little. She could only see shadows, a trickle of blood dripping onto the hallway carpet.
"Fine."
Spot watched with narrowed eyes as Racetrack disappeared around the corner. He shook his head, quoting his favorite movie of all time.
"Moiciful death, how ya love yer precious guilt."
Chapter 4
Central park, near midnight. The trees cast ghostly shadows on the pathways going through the park, dark green on dark gray on black. At night, the park had a deathly stillness, a complete contrast to the crazy whirl of the city's nightlife. Rocks thrust out of the earth, almost as though they didn't belong, but even stranger than that, a wolf stood quietly on top of it, watching the full moon.
Her pelt was dark brown, but the fur on the stop of her head was streaked with dark blue. Her yellow eyes were filled with a strange intelligence, the moon reflected in them. This wolf, of course, was Gee. Usually, werewolves don't know how to control the beast inside, but Gee had had too much practice over the years. She was bitten when she was quite little.
Cat, I hope you're not doing something stupid. She thought placidly. I just hope that you didn't go to that party alone.
Mush practically tripped on himself going down the stairs to the subway. He was in a serious hurry, and the fact that the party was being held in Brooklyn complicated matters.just a little. He ran his fingers through his curly brown hair and looked at the map. It was all so confusing.
"Aw damn." he mumbled to himself. "I wish Gee was here."
"Need help?" a voice said behind him. Mush spun around, and came face to face with the one person he didn't want to meet.
The party was wild. Held in a small apartment in Brooklyn, it basically was a lot of people crammed into a little space, with music blasting, and people sneaking off in couples to God knows what in the hallways of the building.
Cat took another sip of her beer, she was having the time of her life, so far. Dressed in clubbing gear, a black net shirt over spaghetti strapped midriff and tight black pants, she couldn't keep the music out of her head, and even when the DJ was changing records, she would bob her head as thought it were still playing.
Gee had called this a "vampire party", so far she had seen no such thing. The closest thing she had seen were hickeys and that was hardly Vampiric. Cat eyed prospective dancers, girl or boy; it didn't really matter to her. In her opinion, dancing wasn't half as fun unless you had a partner to dance with you.
She noticed a boy dancing not too far off, his brown hair falling over his intense blue eyes. He looked up, catching her eye and grinning. Perfect. Cat danced over to him, and slipped her hand around his waist. He looked pleasantly surprised.
"I've been eyeing you all night; I never thought you would actually come over!" His boyish enthusiasm made Cat smile, and she couldn't help but check him out. Black leather pants and a tight black shirt, she curled her toes in excitement. This was going to be an interesting night.
Kid Blink watched the couple dance with a look akin to horror. How Spot could randomly attract girls like that was amazing to him. Closing his eye and smelling the air, Blink could catch a faint scent of blood.most of his brethren have scored a fine meal tonight; Blink was rather content to be on the sidelines, watching.
He turned his eye to Specs, one of Spot's blood slaves. The poor boy sat peacefully in a dark corner hidden from the view of the dancers. His head was tilted slightly back, and latched to the throat, like some twisted leech was a blond haired boy with glasses as well. One of the boy's arms was around Specs' waist, the other was curled in his wavy hair.
Kid Blink looked away; Dutchy could be quite. flamboyant in his tastes for blood. It made his stomach turn; watching the two carry on like that. Specs liked it, another thing that made Blink a little sick.
"Intrestin' party, don'cha think?" Blink turned his head to the side where his good eye could see. Standing next to him was a small kid with nondescript brown hair and eyes. He was a little goofy looking, and by his side was a metal crutch. Most would consider the poor boy as a worthless cripple, but Blink knew he was looking at the most artful and deceitful illusionary witch of the 21st century.
"Crutchy?" Blink asked, amazed. "I didn't think you would come to a party like this."
Crutchy looked around, a bored look on his face. "Eh, my nightlife ain't what it used ta be, ah'll give ye that, Blink." His eyes rested on Specs and Dutchy. "Intrestin', very intrestin'."
Blink rolled his eye, not even bothering to look at what he was talking about. Crutchy quickly grew bored of watching the two, and his eyes slid to Spot and Cat. Her face was buried in his throat, and his head was bent down, whispering something in her ear.
"I didn' know yous guys invited a Necromancer," Crutchy observed. Blink's eye widened in surprised.
"A Necro? Here!? You have to be kidding me!" He leaned forward slightly; trying to get a good look at the girl Spot was dancing with. "She's so young!"
Crutchy gave him a warning look. "Young doesn' mean powerless."
"I didn't mean it like that, but her? She has to be sixteen at the most, and don't most Necros find their powers at like.18?"
"What does it matta?" Crutchy asked, with a wave of his hand, a three inch high duplicate of the girl appeared on Blink's shoulder. Blink didn't look amused. "I mean, all that does matta is that Spot ova there's gonna get her blood firs'."
Spot appeared on Blink's shoulder next to Cat, and embraced her, sinking his tiny teeth into her tiny throat. Blink rolled his eye and brushed the illusion away. The two figures disappeared in a puff of smoke graceful smokey tendrils still hanging in the air.
"What's so great about Necro blood anyways?" Blink said dismissively. "I prefer a good wereanimal any day." Crutchy looked amused, and chuckled slightly to himself.
"Nuttin', I guess, Ih don' matta, even if ya did know, looks like someone else is gonna move in anyways."
Kid Blink looked up, and to his surprise saw the one person he didn't expect at the party.
"Good to see you again, Mush," David Jacobs said, a small fanged smile coming to his lips. Mush couldn't help but back away, his eyes never leaving David's sallow, pale face.
"Davy? Good to see you again, I thought you died." He eyed the vampire warily. "You look good."
"So do you, Mush, what's this?" David's fingers found the pocket watch that Mush held. He turned it over in his fingers. "Isn't this Racetrack's?"
"I'm doing him a favor, none of your business."
"You know what is my business, Mush?" David said, changing the subject. "Last I saw you had to be.1912, tell me, how are you still alive?"
"Well.I found out that once my old master died, and I got a new one.I was kind of bound to him, so now I won't die as long as he's alive."
"Intriguing, I'm sure." David gave a little annoyed sigh, before finally focusing on Mush and not the spot of wall above his head. "But can you still die?"
"O-only if my master d-d-does...or I guess I can die by any practical purposes." David nodded, seemingly understanding poor Mush's plight.
"So if I subject you to hours upon hours of torture.you'll still be alive?" Mush gave a fearful nod, and David grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
"Perfect!"
David didn't really feel like killing Mush, but he was sent to stop Mush's eventual intervention with that Necromancer at Spot Conlon's party. There was a deal going on, and David was promised at least a pint of that Necromancer's blood.
And that would be a special treat.
"Come with me to my place.just down the hall." Spot whispered to Cat. A delicious shiver ran down her spine as she stopped kissing his neck and met his eyes again. The hypnotic pull of those beautiful eyes made him hard to resist.
"I will." Those eyes practically popped with excitement until.
"May I cut in?" The two of them turned to look at the person who spoke. He was only about a foot taller than Cat herself, and wore a rather oversized jacket thrown over a white dress shirt with gray pinstripes. His brown hair was brushed back, and his fathomless chocolate brown eyes betrayed no emotion. Spot's reaction, a gasp, was quite interesting to her. She looked up at him.
"This one's mine, Race, get your own." The boy, Race apparently, looked undaunted. He smirked slightly.
"She's not an object yeh kin keep, Spot, I see yeh marking her with your eyes.don't. Necromancers don' really react in best besta ways.."
"We need her help," Spot replied. "You know that. Right after I get a sip, I was going to ask a favor." Reality came crashing back to Cat when she realized that they had just called her a Necromancer.
"Not you guys too." She said, annoyance seeping into her voice. Anger was bubbling up inside of her.why couldn't she just be normal!? Inside of her.she felt this strange energy react to her anger, and a shriek of terror caused the music to stop on a dime.
Specs was backing away from the corner he was in, eyes wide with fear. His eyes never left the person who had been feeding on him but a moment ago. The vampire, a blond boy with glasses, stared in awe and terror at his hands.or what was left of them.
Rotten flesh dripped off his hands and onto the floor, Dutchy looked up at his fellow vampires with fear, and a piece of rotten flesh slid off his cheek. Racetrack and Spot looked at Cat in horror; whose hand was outstretched, surrounded by a dense, black aura.
Her violet black eyes were just black now, even the whites, and she mumbled something under her breath, her eyes never leaving her victim's face. Dutchy screamed in agony, clawing at himself, and everyone seemed to wait for the stench of rotting flesh to reach their nostrils.it never came
Crutchy leaned over to Kid Blink, a twinkle in his eye. "Now thah ain't no illusion, Blink. Dis is tha real thing!" Blink just watched in horror.
"Stop it!" Spot cried. "He's dying!"
" 'xactly. Necromancer's control the dead.meanin' us." Racetrack sighed, watching Dutchy rot. "Lemme have her for now, I'll get her ta help us." Spot shrugged, and Racetrack grabbed a hold of her, gritting his teeth in pain.
It was so cold; Racetrack could see the poor girl shivering through the black cloud that seemed to surround her. She couldn't control her own powers, probably didn't even know what she was doing, so this was pretty pardonable. He shook her violently, making the aura lesson, and practically picked her up. Racetrack needed to get her away from everyone.
Cat was caught in a flurry of power, she was oblivious to everything, but she could feel it. She could feel the dead press against her skull, dying to tell her their secrets at last, she screamed at them to go away, but they never listened. She couldn't help but stare at the vampire in front of her.he was her outlet. Her hand was outstretched, that she could feel, and she didn't want to stop whatever she was doing. The power felt like it was leaving her that way. It hurt so much, this power, like tiny knives going up and down her arms, pricking her.but never drawing blood.
Someone shook her, and she lost a grip on her powers. Something, or someone, had grabbed her, making her loose sight of her target. The powers ebbed back into her, making her scream again. Cat didn't want this; she wanted to get rid of it.
Racetrack pinned the girl's arms to her side, taking her out of the apartment and slamming her against the wall. The blackness still swam in her eyes, but the aura was gone. He could feel her power flare against his skin, and tried to ignore it. She was shivering uncontrollably; Racetrack smiled a little, brushing some of the hair out of her face.
"Yeh cold?" He asked softly, she didn't seem to hear him. The music had started again, leaving Racetrack still pinned against her, refusing to back away until that horrible blackness bled out of her eyes.
Cat was cold, horribly cold, but she could barely hear what the boy was saying over the voices of the dead, telling her horrible secrets she didn't want to know. She wanted to claw her ears off, but the boy held them down. She looked right at him, seeing not him, but a shade, blackish blue. It was touching her.why was it touching here!?
He held her down as she began to thrash, trying to get away from him. He knew only one way to calm her down.weaken her, make her tired. But did he want her to start off not trusting him? She pressed her hand to his chest, when he began to feel something strange.
He heard a wet plop as a piece of skin slid off the back of his hand and hit the floor. It wasn't a bad feeling, but it wasn't a good one either. He would have to stop this, before she destroyed everyone at the party. He brushed away some of the hair that was lying against her neck. He bent down, giving her a feather light kiss at the base of her throat. It was his habit, he couldn't help it.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. And with that, he buried his face into her neck.
Spot had checked on Dutchy, finding him to be quite alright, his skin was regenerated and everything. Specs pulled him into a hug, whispering something into his ear. Spot watched the two of them, not completely understanding their bond. Specs wasn't Dutchy's blood slave, he was Spot's.why the connection?
He shrugged, his eyes inexplicably drawn to the door that Racetrack had dragged Cat. Something was going on, and Spot wanted to know what it was. Ignoring everyone else, he brushed passed Kid Blink and Crutchy on his way out the door.
"An' so ih begins," Crutchy observed. Kid Blink regarded him with a skeptical look.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, watching Spot storm out. "They do this all the time, fighting over magical creatures because their blood is better."
Crutchy nodded, though Blink could tell that he was just being humored. "Yeah, but dis time, ih's diff'rent."
"How so?" Blink asked, but Crutchy shouldered up his crutch and began to head for the door.
"Ah gotta stop dis whole pahty goin' thing." he mumbled, more to himself than to Blink. "Ah's gettin' a liddle too old fo' dis." He left Kid Blink and hobbled out the door.
The ebb and flow of Cat's powers began to lesson, but Cat herself hardly noticed. She stopped thrashing, her arms lying limply at her side. Her eyes were open, but she didn't see. Still pinned against her was a panting Racetrack, his arms around her waist, dizzy as anything. He couldn't get over the way his head was swimming. Racetrack had never liked drinking from magical creatures.and here he was, with a Necromancer in his arms, a death witch. Apparently they had the best blood of all.
Spot stood in the middle of the hallway, as still as a shadow, his eyes never leaving the two. He wasn't angry, au contraire, he was jubilant. An evil grin coming to his mouth, he pushed Racetrack off of her and took her in his arms, dancing with her.
"Wonderful! Finally! How long has it been?" Racetrack didn't find any of this amusing.
"Put 'er down, Spot, she's jus' weak from using 'er powers for deh foist time, Ah didn' kill 'er." He tried to stay calm, but the thought of Spot waltzing around the hallway with the poor girl in his arms made his stomach turn.
"This is so Anne Rice, we should make her one of us now!" He took her hand and brought a finger to his lips, taking a tiny bite.just a taste.
"Spot." The cyan-eyed vampire's name, spoken so simply, with a hint of a dangerous warning in the older vampire's voice made Spot gently take her finger out of his mouth. Upon tasting her blood, the familiarity of it.a question rose in his eyes, but the warning presented by his sire made him change the subject.
"So.should we? I mean.she seems kind of out of it, and imagine." He licked his lips, looking down at the girl in his arms. "A Necromancer vampire.damn, she could be our Claudia!" He closed the girl's blank, open eyes and kissed her purplish colored eyelids. "A little old though."
Racetrack went over to him and took Cat from him, smoothing her rumpled hair. "No. 'Cause a Necromancer vampire isn' very smart, now is ih?" He picked her up in his arms effortlessly. "And we gotta Claudia already, don' we?"
Spot's expression soured. "You have to bring that up?" Racetrack walked to him, the unconscious girl in his arms. He stopped a breath away from Spot's ear, filled with malicious intent.
"You gotta stop readin' Anne Rice an' Laurell K. Hamilton," he whispered. "I'm takin' 'er home." He continued walking, and Spot spun to face him, his face filled with anger.
"Do ya really tink you should be near da goil!?" He asked, his Brooklyn accent seeping in with anger. A bit of his homicidal, maniacal side surfaced, and Spot rode it, loving the sense of abandon he got from it.
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Ya know 'xacty whad I mean." He went over to the girl, taking her arm, but Racetrack pulled her away from him.
"I'm takin' 'er home." Racetrack said sternly, a cold fire rising in his eyes. "She's gone though enough ta-day, right?" Cat let out a little moan of pain, her eyelids fluttering a little. She could only see shadows, a trickle of blood dripping onto the hallway carpet.
"Fine."
Spot watched with narrowed eyes as Racetrack disappeared around the corner. He shook his head, quoting his favorite movie of all time.
"Moiciful death, how ya love yer precious guilt."