Tainted Prayers and Bloody Tears
Part One- Malicious Intent
Author's Note: Here's the final chapter of part one! Woohoo! Sorry that it's late, my muse went on strike for higher wages.
Chapter 10
Kid Blink threw the folded up newspaper on the table in front of Spot, his blood was boiling, déjà vu anyone? Spot picked up the newspaper and scanned the headlines.
"Another body found on the Brooklyn Bridge, teenage daughter traumatized yes?"
"I thought you were going to stop!" Kid Blink snapped.
"I was, but she was different."
"Who, the victim?"
"No, the girl, did you even look at the paper?" Spot slid it over the table, and Kid Blink picked it up. He quickly scanned the article, before picking up the name of the girl left orphaned, Cataluna McCain.
"Spot! You got the Necromancer's mother?" Spot grinned, and Blink just shook his head.
"You knew it was bound to happen, or Race was going to move in on her...he already owns the Necromancer, did you know that?"
"I had an idea."
"Well he does, the first time I tasted her blood, I knew, and I told her." Blink studied the picture, shaking his head.
"I can't believe you."
"Well believe me, because the most powerful Necromancer in New York City belongs to one, Racetrack Higgins."
Racetrack stood outside Gee's door, trying to get in, but failing. His invitation had been revoked. Gee busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee and cherry poptarts.
"Lemme in Gee," Racetrack pleaded. "I jus' need to see her." She filled the coffee cup, waiting for the poptarts to pop out of the toaster. She cast a steely glance in Racetrack's direction, before making her way into the bedroom.
He now knew what Spot felt, standing outside Gee's apartment, wanting to be let in. He wanted to apologize for letting Spot kill her mother; he wanted to apologize for thinking that her father was just a snack he could visit for time to time...before he lost it. He wanted to apologize for seeing her with the blood running down he arms; he almost lost it with her too...
Racetrack barely remembered what he did to her while she was sleeping, but what was the point anymore? He just wanted to make sure she was okay, what that too much to ask? She was his blood slave; didn't he have a right to see her?
Gee came back into the kitchen, slamming the apartment door in his face.
He guessed not.
Jack curled up in the dusty armchair, watching Specs check on Mush's bandages. He hadn't said a word to his blood slave, and didn't plan to. He was careless, sending Mush out to the subway like that, in the part of town David was seen last. Mush was barely conscious these days, only waking up to scream, before having to be forced to sleep again. Jack's stomach rumbled, and Specs raised his eyes to look at him.
"Do you-"
"Get out of here." Specs scurried out of the room. Jack closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He refused to drink any blood tainted by Spot at the moment, no matter how kind Specs was being by helping him. He needed to find Racetrack, talk to Gee, his to-do list ran a mile long.
Who had time to eat?
Aura bit her lip, cutting herself on her fangs again. She watched Cat's chest rise and fall, worried for the poor girl. Gee placed the poptarts and coffee on her nightstand, Aura looked at the food, a little nostalgic, Gee sent her a cool look.
"You know, it's weird, she always ends up here," she remarked.
"It's sad, what happened to her mother," Aura said. Gee took a sip of coffee, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know, but that's what happens when you're, whatever the hell we are." Gee folded the clothes for Cat to change into when she woke up.
"Where are your parents?" Aura asked. "If you don't mind me saying so."
"Not at all. My father's in Milan, and my mother's somewhere in Alaska, she insists that she should be where her 'beast is the most comfortable', she was afraid of killing people, I insisted on staying here." She picked up a poptart, breaking it apart. "Because I know I'm not going to kill anyone."
"I see..."
Gee narrowed her eyes.
Even her own voice sounded doubtful.
Spot cried out as his head was nearly put through the window.
"You told her! Ya told her!? Didn' I plan on tellin' her myself!?"
"Before or after you slept with her?"
Racetrack pushed Spot away, making sure that he slammed heavily against the wall as he did so.
"It wasn' like dat an' you know it." Spot licked at the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes never leaving Racetrack's.
"I know exactly what it was." He slowly walked towards Racetrack, who held his ground. "Deep in that mind of yours, it was a little game..."
"Leave me alone."
"Oh no, you feel the need to come into my own territory and tell me off with a little violence thrown in, do you mind if I tell you EXACTLY what you thought it was?"
Racetrack went silent, suddenly feeling a burning need for a cigar, or a good pint of blood. Spot had the usual look of manic glee on his face, but this time, it was against him, and Racetrack didn't like that.
"Listen to me, dear sire," Spot was a few inches away from Race's face now and neither of them wanted to move. "For some strange reason, you feel the need to feel human, it could have been anyone...but you picked her, out of all the people in New York, you pick her. That's something I never figured out. Why her?"
"I have reasons."
"Oh do you now?" His trademark smug smirk crossed his lips. "Really? You do? Well that's good, as long as you have reasons for ruining this girl's life."
"An' you're no bettah!" Racetrack pushed him away, breaking the tension mounting between them. "Do ya remember the two goils ya slaughtad?"
"Yes, their names escape me as of late-"
"Ash an' Switch, remembah, Gee's friends?"
"I seem to recall-"
"She can't fahget Spot, dat's why she didn' let you in..."
"Well, I would imagine-"
"Yer jus' as bad as I am!"
"Yeah, but I don't take out entire families!
"Ya killed her mother!"
"It was a wake-up call!"
"Wake up call mah ass!" He snapped. "Cat's hoit right now-"
"Hurt!? Hoit!? Do ya know anythin' 'bout hoit!?" Spot pushed Racetrack viciously, crimson tears coming to his eyes. "You made a promise not ta hoit me, remembah? Clearly yeh didn' keep dat promise!"
They stood in silence for a moment. Spot turned away from him, running his fingers through his dark blond hair.
"I couldn't stop killing, and I wanted to die. The only thing I could think of was getting my revenge on you, and now I have it." He smiled slightly
"Now I have it."
Gee closed the bedroom door behind her, leaving Aura to watch over Cat. She felt lucky that she had healed so quickly, but in her heart of hearts, she wished she had died. She was a blood slave now, to a fledgling, how embarrassing was that? Aura was a nice girl, but being her servant, she didn't like it at all.
Jack sat quietly at the kitchen table, staring at his folded hands.
"He really didn't mean to hurt her, Gee."
"I think Patrick had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. The only reason we can't bring her to the hospital is because her power might overflow if the doctors handle her. Plus, any DNA found from...you know would just be inconclusive." She plunked down in the chair across from him, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles were white.
"I didn't mean Spot." They locked eyes for a moment, before Gee looked away.
"The worst thing Anthony did was get close to her, I'm so mad that I didn't smell it." Her hands started to shake, before Jack reached out and took them, calming her down.
"Hey, you couldn't know, alright?"
"I should have." Gee was surprised to find that she didn't care that a vampire was holding her hands, trying to make her feel better. His hands were cold, he hadn't fed.
"Listen, Racetrack wants to talk to Cat, please Gee, he needs to clear things up."
"Why should I let him?"
"Because he wants to make her feel better."
"Oh?" Gee cocked an eyebrow, leaning towards him slightly. "And what makes you think that he'll help?"
"We need her on our side."
"For what!?"
"They're coming." Gee tore her hands from his, standing up.
"Enough of this! Who's 'they'? Why should I care?!"
Jack remained calm.
"You should care because you care about Cat, you should care because you care about Maddy, and most of all, you should care because you are the blood slave of a vampire, you're part of our world." He smirked a little bit. "Or did you forget?" Defeated, Gee sat back down.
"Who are they?"
"They hate all non-vampires, especially ones with power. They want to kill people like you, and they want to enslave the rest."
"You make it sound so simple."
"With these people, it is."
"What does this have to do with you?"
Jack was silent for a long time. "Their leader was my sire, okay? She made me this way, and we have a score to settle. David is a friend of theirs."
"I see."
"So we both have a reason to stop them."
Gee closed her eyes, clenching her hands together again. "I thought this was going to be easy, we all get Mush, I go back to hunting you."
Jack reached for her hands again, she jerked them away.
"Nothing is that simple," he told her.
Racetrack froze in the doorway of the dark bedroom, the spill of slight making long shadows of the floor. What could he say? How could he justify what he did? He cracked his knuckles nervously and flicked the light on.
Cat's eyes were closed, and she was curled up in the same button down shirt he gave her the night of Spot's party. Did she know it was his? Aura looked up, startled that she hadn't noticed him come in sooner. He smiled vaguely at her.
"Are you allowed in here?"
"Gee let me, it's okay Aura, Ah'm not gunna hoit her."
Aura shrugged, getting up and letting him take her place. Racetrack took her hand and held it tightly. He listened quietly to her pulse, worried about how weak it was. Spot took a lot of blood from her that night, among other things.
"Heya Cat, it's Racetrack...I..." What the hell could he say? He cleared his throat. "I don't know what tah say. I mean, there's no excuse for what I did, no excuse, your father...you, I wasn't thinking clearly, you hafta know that."
She was awake, he knew it.
"Cat, say somethin'." Her violet black eyes opened, looking directly into his. She felt different to him, like half of her was taken away. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, he saw it, cut, the bite marks. Half of her was taken away, and that half belonged to Spot. She was like Mush now, except both her masters were alive.
He'd see about that.
"Jus' tell me what I can do to make it bettah." At that point, she noticed that he was holding her hand, she jerked it away.
"I never want to see you again," she hissed. "Get out."
"Cat..."
"Get out!"
All he could do was get up and leave, trying to ignore the tears running down her face. His own tears were coming to his eyes, making him see the world through a scarlet veil. Cat curled back up, her eyes opened now, staring right ahead.
How could he make things right?
End of Part 1- Malicious Intent, stay tuned for Part 2- Darkest Dreams and Fantasies!
Author's Note: Here's the final chapter of part one! Woohoo! Sorry that it's late, my muse went on strike for higher wages.
Chapter 10
Kid Blink threw the folded up newspaper on the table in front of Spot, his blood was boiling, déjà vu anyone? Spot picked up the newspaper and scanned the headlines.
"Another body found on the Brooklyn Bridge, teenage daughter traumatized yes?"
"I thought you were going to stop!" Kid Blink snapped.
"I was, but she was different."
"Who, the victim?"
"No, the girl, did you even look at the paper?" Spot slid it over the table, and Kid Blink picked it up. He quickly scanned the article, before picking up the name of the girl left orphaned, Cataluna McCain.
"Spot! You got the Necromancer's mother?" Spot grinned, and Blink just shook his head.
"You knew it was bound to happen, or Race was going to move in on her...he already owns the Necromancer, did you know that?"
"I had an idea."
"Well he does, the first time I tasted her blood, I knew, and I told her." Blink studied the picture, shaking his head.
"I can't believe you."
"Well believe me, because the most powerful Necromancer in New York City belongs to one, Racetrack Higgins."
Racetrack stood outside Gee's door, trying to get in, but failing. His invitation had been revoked. Gee busied herself in the kitchen, making coffee and cherry poptarts.
"Lemme in Gee," Racetrack pleaded. "I jus' need to see her." She filled the coffee cup, waiting for the poptarts to pop out of the toaster. She cast a steely glance in Racetrack's direction, before making her way into the bedroom.
He now knew what Spot felt, standing outside Gee's apartment, wanting to be let in. He wanted to apologize for letting Spot kill her mother; he wanted to apologize for thinking that her father was just a snack he could visit for time to time...before he lost it. He wanted to apologize for seeing her with the blood running down he arms; he almost lost it with her too...
Racetrack barely remembered what he did to her while she was sleeping, but what was the point anymore? He just wanted to make sure she was okay, what that too much to ask? She was his blood slave; didn't he have a right to see her?
Gee came back into the kitchen, slamming the apartment door in his face.
He guessed not.
Jack curled up in the dusty armchair, watching Specs check on Mush's bandages. He hadn't said a word to his blood slave, and didn't plan to. He was careless, sending Mush out to the subway like that, in the part of town David was seen last. Mush was barely conscious these days, only waking up to scream, before having to be forced to sleep again. Jack's stomach rumbled, and Specs raised his eyes to look at him.
"Do you-"
"Get out of here." Specs scurried out of the room. Jack closed his eyes, sighing deeply. He refused to drink any blood tainted by Spot at the moment, no matter how kind Specs was being by helping him. He needed to find Racetrack, talk to Gee, his to-do list ran a mile long.
Who had time to eat?
Aura bit her lip, cutting herself on her fangs again. She watched Cat's chest rise and fall, worried for the poor girl. Gee placed the poptarts and coffee on her nightstand, Aura looked at the food, a little nostalgic, Gee sent her a cool look.
"You know, it's weird, she always ends up here," she remarked.
"It's sad, what happened to her mother," Aura said. Gee took a sip of coffee, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I know, but that's what happens when you're, whatever the hell we are." Gee folded the clothes for Cat to change into when she woke up.
"Where are your parents?" Aura asked. "If you don't mind me saying so."
"Not at all. My father's in Milan, and my mother's somewhere in Alaska, she insists that she should be where her 'beast is the most comfortable', she was afraid of killing people, I insisted on staying here." She picked up a poptart, breaking it apart. "Because I know I'm not going to kill anyone."
"I see..."
Gee narrowed her eyes.
Even her own voice sounded doubtful.
Spot cried out as his head was nearly put through the window.
"You told her! Ya told her!? Didn' I plan on tellin' her myself!?"
"Before or after you slept with her?"
Racetrack pushed Spot away, making sure that he slammed heavily against the wall as he did so.
"It wasn' like dat an' you know it." Spot licked at the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes never leaving Racetrack's.
"I know exactly what it was." He slowly walked towards Racetrack, who held his ground. "Deep in that mind of yours, it was a little game..."
"Leave me alone."
"Oh no, you feel the need to come into my own territory and tell me off with a little violence thrown in, do you mind if I tell you EXACTLY what you thought it was?"
Racetrack went silent, suddenly feeling a burning need for a cigar, or a good pint of blood. Spot had the usual look of manic glee on his face, but this time, it was against him, and Racetrack didn't like that.
"Listen to me, dear sire," Spot was a few inches away from Race's face now and neither of them wanted to move. "For some strange reason, you feel the need to feel human, it could have been anyone...but you picked her, out of all the people in New York, you pick her. That's something I never figured out. Why her?"
"I have reasons."
"Oh do you now?" His trademark smug smirk crossed his lips. "Really? You do? Well that's good, as long as you have reasons for ruining this girl's life."
"An' you're no bettah!" Racetrack pushed him away, breaking the tension mounting between them. "Do ya remember the two goils ya slaughtad?"
"Yes, their names escape me as of late-"
"Ash an' Switch, remembah, Gee's friends?"
"I seem to recall-"
"She can't fahget Spot, dat's why she didn' let you in..."
"Well, I would imagine-"
"Yer jus' as bad as I am!"
"Yeah, but I don't take out entire families!
"Ya killed her mother!"
"It was a wake-up call!"
"Wake up call mah ass!" He snapped. "Cat's hoit right now-"
"Hurt!? Hoit!? Do ya know anythin' 'bout hoit!?" Spot pushed Racetrack viciously, crimson tears coming to his eyes. "You made a promise not ta hoit me, remembah? Clearly yeh didn' keep dat promise!"
They stood in silence for a moment. Spot turned away from him, running his fingers through his dark blond hair.
"I couldn't stop killing, and I wanted to die. The only thing I could think of was getting my revenge on you, and now I have it." He smiled slightly
"Now I have it."
Gee closed the bedroom door behind her, leaving Aura to watch over Cat. She felt lucky that she had healed so quickly, but in her heart of hearts, she wished she had died. She was a blood slave now, to a fledgling, how embarrassing was that? Aura was a nice girl, but being her servant, she didn't like it at all.
Jack sat quietly at the kitchen table, staring at his folded hands.
"He really didn't mean to hurt her, Gee."
"I think Patrick had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. The only reason we can't bring her to the hospital is because her power might overflow if the doctors handle her. Plus, any DNA found from...you know would just be inconclusive." She plunked down in the chair across from him, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles were white.
"I didn't mean Spot." They locked eyes for a moment, before Gee looked away.
"The worst thing Anthony did was get close to her, I'm so mad that I didn't smell it." Her hands started to shake, before Jack reached out and took them, calming her down.
"Hey, you couldn't know, alright?"
"I should have." Gee was surprised to find that she didn't care that a vampire was holding her hands, trying to make her feel better. His hands were cold, he hadn't fed.
"Listen, Racetrack wants to talk to Cat, please Gee, he needs to clear things up."
"Why should I let him?"
"Because he wants to make her feel better."
"Oh?" Gee cocked an eyebrow, leaning towards him slightly. "And what makes you think that he'll help?"
"We need her on our side."
"For what!?"
"They're coming." Gee tore her hands from his, standing up.
"Enough of this! Who's 'they'? Why should I care?!"
Jack remained calm.
"You should care because you care about Cat, you should care because you care about Maddy, and most of all, you should care because you are the blood slave of a vampire, you're part of our world." He smirked a little bit. "Or did you forget?" Defeated, Gee sat back down.
"Who are they?"
"They hate all non-vampires, especially ones with power. They want to kill people like you, and they want to enslave the rest."
"You make it sound so simple."
"With these people, it is."
"What does this have to do with you?"
Jack was silent for a long time. "Their leader was my sire, okay? She made me this way, and we have a score to settle. David is a friend of theirs."
"I see."
"So we both have a reason to stop them."
Gee closed her eyes, clenching her hands together again. "I thought this was going to be easy, we all get Mush, I go back to hunting you."
Jack reached for her hands again, she jerked them away.
"Nothing is that simple," he told her.
Racetrack froze in the doorway of the dark bedroom, the spill of slight making long shadows of the floor. What could he say? How could he justify what he did? He cracked his knuckles nervously and flicked the light on.
Cat's eyes were closed, and she was curled up in the same button down shirt he gave her the night of Spot's party. Did she know it was his? Aura looked up, startled that she hadn't noticed him come in sooner. He smiled vaguely at her.
"Are you allowed in here?"
"Gee let me, it's okay Aura, Ah'm not gunna hoit her."
Aura shrugged, getting up and letting him take her place. Racetrack took her hand and held it tightly. He listened quietly to her pulse, worried about how weak it was. Spot took a lot of blood from her that night, among other things.
"Heya Cat, it's Racetrack...I..." What the hell could he say? He cleared his throat. "I don't know what tah say. I mean, there's no excuse for what I did, no excuse, your father...you, I wasn't thinking clearly, you hafta know that."
She was awake, he knew it.
"Cat, say somethin'." Her violet black eyes opened, looking directly into his. She felt different to him, like half of her was taken away. As she tucked her hair behind her ear, he saw it, cut, the bite marks. Half of her was taken away, and that half belonged to Spot. She was like Mush now, except both her masters were alive.
He'd see about that.
"Jus' tell me what I can do to make it bettah." At that point, she noticed that he was holding her hand, she jerked it away.
"I never want to see you again," she hissed. "Get out."
"Cat..."
"Get out!"
All he could do was get up and leave, trying to ignore the tears running down her face. His own tears were coming to his eyes, making him see the world through a scarlet veil. Cat curled back up, her eyes opened now, staring right ahead.
How could he make things right?
End of Part 1- Malicious Intent, stay tuned for Part 2- Darkest Dreams and Fantasies!