Sands and Victoria Afternoon 3 part 2
Victoria: I shake my head and smile, "I don't know. Well," I crinkled my forehead a little, " It could be me. My sire is still after me, I left him on rather poor terms." I smile cat like remembering how I hurt him before I fled. "That's part of the reason that I have remained apart from our kind. He's sent lackeys before, but they've always been young and well , . . . Beautiful. And they've never found me this quickly before. I left Paris two months ago because his people had found me again."
Sands: It's been a long time since I've been to Paris. "We need a plan." I continue to watch Mr. Fuckugly down the street. "I don't think even your sire would hire Viscalli to bring you in. We don't have any dealings with them." The wheels are rusty. Should we split up or stick together?
Then I sense another. No. Two others. They're across the street and up. I can't see if they're friend or foe, but I'm not taking any chances. I take her hand and start to walk more swiftly toward the corner.
"What's going on?" she asks. I'm sorry about her shoes.
"There's too many out here now." I look at her. "You can't sense them?"
Victoria: When he asks me to, I concentrate. It is then that I feel their presence. They are up ahead at the corner. My eyes narrow and my grip on his hand tightens. "Yes, now I do. But I can't tell if they are friendly or not. Any ideas? My home is still too far away from here."
I look straight ahead when I speak, but I am impressed with him. This is what comes of being a hunter I assume. His senses are more naturally attuned to the dangers around us then are mine.
Sands: I can see one of the other two now. Shit. Viscalli's written all over them. "Foe," I say to her. "Okay, we're walking for fun. In the rain. Let's get into." I look up. There's a big store. I don't know or care which one. I steer Victoria towards the glass doors. "Here," I tell her. "We've got to lose them in here. Christmas shoppers and all." But even as we step into the store, I sense more vampires. What the fuck is going on? Have I pissed someone off? Well, yes. But not too recently. I'm trying to imagine if anyone I've killed lately could be related to Viscalli by any stretch of the imagination.
Victoria's in her element now. She guides me past the men's sweaters, underwear, towards the jewelry and make-up. I wonder where we're going.
"Sweetheart," I say, "there's more of them now. At least five. I don't have any weapons. I know you don't have any hidden in that outfit. Do you know where our clan house is?" I'm enjoying this too much. I'm a sick bastard. It's hard for me not to smile.
Victoria: This is exciting, I think to myself as I deftly guide him between the shoppers and army of sales staff. I look over my shoulder to him. "As a matter of fact sweetheart. I do." I smile. "And I think I know the perfect way out of here, follow me." My eyes flash.
I pull him through the winding counters of make-up and perfume and towards the back of the store. I reach into the pocket of my coat and fumble through my purse extracting a small plastic card. I flash it as we pass by and a doorman opens a elevator for us. The doors quickly slide shut, I look over at Sands. "VIP shopper," and I shrug my shoulders. "Private elevator. We can go to the third floor and then take the private passages down to the garage. This is the way a lot of the celebrities move about the store when they want to shop. They'll have a car waiting for us engine running when we arrive."
Sands: I'm impressed. I knew she had shopping genes, but I didn't know about this VIP stuff. Why didn't someone tell me before?
"There's only one problem with a car," I tell her as we rode down to the garage. "It's rush hour. We can move faster on foot."
Victoria: The elevator glided smooth down, for the moment we were safe . It would take some time for the vampires to work there way down to the hidden garage. "Well then, if we have to fight. Down here is certainly better then up there amongst all the humans." I looked into his eyes. The danger had excited him, he thrived on it and his excitement awaken something long buried inside of me.
Sands: I knew there was a reason I liked Victoria. Besides the obvious. I can't help but smile. I've been outnumbered before, but usually alone.
"Do you know any way out of here?"
Victoria: "When the doors open there will be a passage way to the right and a staircase that will lead us to the surface. It should put us behind the department store."
Sands: I am ready for them, dripping wet from the rain, but ready. "You'd better take those shoes off if we're going to run."
Victoria: I bend over and quickly unbuckle the small black straps and step out of the shoes. "I've known you for one day and yet I'm always loosing my clothes." I tease.
Sands: I chuckle, then turn my attention back to the doors. The lights on the elevator indicate we're about to stop. My senses tell me we're getting further from those who pursue us.
The moment the doors open, I'm out with Victoria right at my side. She pulls ahead to lead me toward the stairs. The parking valet must think we're nuts. At least he's half right.
As soon as we're around the corner and out of sight of humans, we put on the steam. I hope there's no surveillance cameras down here to see how fast two vampires can really run.
Victoria: Before a human can blink we're at the stairs. I stop and step aside. "You first, in case there's trouble on the surface. I'll watch your back." The two of us pound up the metal stairs.
Sands: I can sense the others moving now. We practically fly up the stairs and I hit the door at a dead run, Victoria hot on my heels. The air is frigid and I'm glad that sort of thing doesn't bother me. The rain is starting to turn to sleet.
"Listen," I say to her as we dash down the quickly darkening street. "If we get separated, go to the clan house. You'll be safe there."
Victoria: "What about you? Will you meet me there?" I sense them coming but they are still far off.
Sands: "That's the plan." It's pretty obvious that the only people on the street right now are the homeless and us. Almost everyone else is in a cab or the subway on their way home. That gives me an idea. I gesture towards the corner. Just around is a subway entrance.
We dash around the corner. I look back. Four are less than 100 feet behind us. I don't know where the fifth one is. We aim for the subway stairs and fell bad for Victoria, having to run barefoot in this. It's slippery as hell out here now.
Victoria: Oh god the subway! I hate the subway! Too many of the unwashed masses huddling together for my taste. But it's better than being dead. It's a good thing our kind can't feel the cold otherwise this would be unbearable. As it is, we'll attract stares once we're inside.
We hit the stairs and fly down into the tunnel. They are so close. Hopefully the train will be waiting when we reach the platform.
Sands: I don't usually take public transportation. Unless I'm really hungry and need a quick snack. At least I knew the basic layout of the subway and I knew something about needing a token to get down to the trains. I had no tokens. Pausing at a booth to buy one could prove.deadly. So I find myself encouraged to break the law. Such a little law, after all. And if we do this fast enough, the dick head guards won't even see us do it.
"Fast now, darling," I urge Victoria, as we kick it into gear and I head for the turnstile.
Victoria: I speed up, keeping pace with Sands. I look into his eyes and then to the turnstile he indicates with a nod of his head. I get the idea, "It's a good thing you bought me pants." We hit the turnstiles at a dead run , both of us leaping effortlessly over the barriers.
Sands: We dash down the stairs now, and there's more people the lower we get. I sense some of our pursuers have given up the chase. There's only three now.
Making it onto the platform, Victoria and I continue to run. I can hear a train coming towards us. Good, if we time this right, maybe we can trick these jerks onto the train and we can get off and cross over to the other side and head uptown.
We slow down as we hear the clacking and grinding of the train's breaks. The moment the doors hiss open, Victoria and I are on. We keep moving forward through the cars. "Come on," I tell her, going toward the open doors.
A heartbeat before the doors close, we jump out. As the train pulls away, I can see two of the Viscallies whiz by through the blur of windows. There is a third one here on the platform. Now I'm angry. It's his turn to run.
Turning, I scan for him. The fuckmook is straining to see us, but he's easy to see. He towers over just about everyone else. "He's a bloody redwood!" I nudge Victoria. "Let's beat the crap out of him."
Victoria: "After you," I step aside and wave him on with sweep of my hand. My eyes crackle.
Sands: I thought was a pretty good fighter in my time. But gentlemen back then used swords. The C.I.A. taught me not only 14 different ways of killing a man bare handed, but with a little ingenuity I figured out how to turn at least 7 of those methods into ways to kill a vampire. The big trick is to disable your opponent.
With a big lughead like this guy who probably weighs at least double what I weigh, the trick is leverage. Akido helps.
I ran at him, making sure he saw me, not as fast as I can run. There were still too many humans on the platform for that and I knew they had surveillance cameras here.
The redwood saw me and turned to grab at me. It was child's play to step to the side, grabbing his outstretched wrist, and swing it down and back and up behind the guy. I applied pressure to the nerves in the forearm and wrist as I twisted his arm up behind his back.
"Fucking Abberline!" he hissed at me. He tried to turn and look back at me. This was his biggest mistake. He forgot about Victoria.
Victoria: I rushed after Sands and towards the giant who had been trailing us. Sands seemed to easily incapacitate the ugly man. Then it was my turn. I hissed loudly as I stuck him across the face. My nails grinding into his flesh and across his eyes. He howled in pain as blood poured from his wound.
Sands: I laugh out loud. This girl makes my day! I want to lick the blood, but the guys is still struggling, even though his arm must be practically numb from what I'm doing. "Go for it, baby!" I urge her on.
Victoria: "Oh no, I'm leaving the death blow for you!" I said wildly. Then I struck him hard in the abdomen with my knee and upper thigh. He bounced back from the force of my blow.
Sands: Fuck, the guy falls back on top of me and it's all I can do to get out of the way in time. Victoria looks like she's having fun. I jump as his flailing arm reaches for my angle, and jump with both feet, landing on his belly. His scream is nothing but air. I think we've only managed to make him mad, though. There's fire in the one eye still open.
"I'll eat your brains," he growls.
"With what?" I ask, aiming a booted foot at his mouth. He intercepts my foot and catches hold. Not good. He flips me up, but I turn in mid air to land on all fours. He's already getting up.
Victoria: I lunge at the enemy, knocking him back onto the ground. Bitch!" he yells. Quickly I'm back on my feet crouching like a cat. I lunge forward again. Raking his face with my claws. He throws me off and I land hard on my back.
Sands: I leap to my feet and kick again at his head. This time my foot hits with jarring hardness. There's the welcoming sound of broken bones and he's make a screeching noise now through broken teeth and nose. I dance backward, looking at Victoria. "You okay?"
Victoria: I stretch out a hand forward looking for help in getting up. "Yes, I'm all right." But there's a gash in my forearm that I notice once my arms extended. An angry growl comes from the back of my throat. "Is he dead yet?" I ask in a hostile tone.
Sands: I don't think Victoria's done much street fighting. Maybe she's never killed another vampire. "He's a long way from dead, unless you have an axe handy." I turn to kick the guy again. The hand that had been covering his injured eye falls limply to the ground. "We can't exactly kill him with all these witnesses. We'd have to take his head to do it."
I bend down and smell this guy. I want to remember his scent. I look up. People are starring in horror at what we've done to this fuckhead. "He raped my girlfriend," I shout at them. They look appropriately appalled.
Victoria: "Someone, call the police!" A voice shouts from the crowd.
Some of the human are beginning to inch their way forward to get a better look. "What are you doing?" I ask as he smells the body. "I think we'd better get out of here."
Sands: She's right, of course. I take just a moment to taste him. Now I'll remember him. Then I'm up, grabbing her hand, and we're running down the platform. Already I can hear another train rumbling in from the opposite direction. If we hurry, we can go under the tracks and come up on the platform on the other side. To be continued.
Victoria: I shake my head and smile, "I don't know. Well," I crinkled my forehead a little, " It could be me. My sire is still after me, I left him on rather poor terms." I smile cat like remembering how I hurt him before I fled. "That's part of the reason that I have remained apart from our kind. He's sent lackeys before, but they've always been young and well , . . . Beautiful. And they've never found me this quickly before. I left Paris two months ago because his people had found me again."
Sands: It's been a long time since I've been to Paris. "We need a plan." I continue to watch Mr. Fuckugly down the street. "I don't think even your sire would hire Viscalli to bring you in. We don't have any dealings with them." The wheels are rusty. Should we split up or stick together?
Then I sense another. No. Two others. They're across the street and up. I can't see if they're friend or foe, but I'm not taking any chances. I take her hand and start to walk more swiftly toward the corner.
"What's going on?" she asks. I'm sorry about her shoes.
"There's too many out here now." I look at her. "You can't sense them?"
Victoria: When he asks me to, I concentrate. It is then that I feel their presence. They are up ahead at the corner. My eyes narrow and my grip on his hand tightens. "Yes, now I do. But I can't tell if they are friendly or not. Any ideas? My home is still too far away from here."
I look straight ahead when I speak, but I am impressed with him. This is what comes of being a hunter I assume. His senses are more naturally attuned to the dangers around us then are mine.
Sands: I can see one of the other two now. Shit. Viscalli's written all over them. "Foe," I say to her. "Okay, we're walking for fun. In the rain. Let's get into." I look up. There's a big store. I don't know or care which one. I steer Victoria towards the glass doors. "Here," I tell her. "We've got to lose them in here. Christmas shoppers and all." But even as we step into the store, I sense more vampires. What the fuck is going on? Have I pissed someone off? Well, yes. But not too recently. I'm trying to imagine if anyone I've killed lately could be related to Viscalli by any stretch of the imagination.
Victoria's in her element now. She guides me past the men's sweaters, underwear, towards the jewelry and make-up. I wonder where we're going.
"Sweetheart," I say, "there's more of them now. At least five. I don't have any weapons. I know you don't have any hidden in that outfit. Do you know where our clan house is?" I'm enjoying this too much. I'm a sick bastard. It's hard for me not to smile.
Victoria: This is exciting, I think to myself as I deftly guide him between the shoppers and army of sales staff. I look over my shoulder to him. "As a matter of fact sweetheart. I do." I smile. "And I think I know the perfect way out of here, follow me." My eyes flash.
I pull him through the winding counters of make-up and perfume and towards the back of the store. I reach into the pocket of my coat and fumble through my purse extracting a small plastic card. I flash it as we pass by and a doorman opens a elevator for us. The doors quickly slide shut, I look over at Sands. "VIP shopper," and I shrug my shoulders. "Private elevator. We can go to the third floor and then take the private passages down to the garage. This is the way a lot of the celebrities move about the store when they want to shop. They'll have a car waiting for us engine running when we arrive."
Sands: I'm impressed. I knew she had shopping genes, but I didn't know about this VIP stuff. Why didn't someone tell me before?
"There's only one problem with a car," I tell her as we rode down to the garage. "It's rush hour. We can move faster on foot."
Victoria: The elevator glided smooth down, for the moment we were safe . It would take some time for the vampires to work there way down to the hidden garage. "Well then, if we have to fight. Down here is certainly better then up there amongst all the humans." I looked into his eyes. The danger had excited him, he thrived on it and his excitement awaken something long buried inside of me.
Sands: I knew there was a reason I liked Victoria. Besides the obvious. I can't help but smile. I've been outnumbered before, but usually alone.
"Do you know any way out of here?"
Victoria: "When the doors open there will be a passage way to the right and a staircase that will lead us to the surface. It should put us behind the department store."
Sands: I am ready for them, dripping wet from the rain, but ready. "You'd better take those shoes off if we're going to run."
Victoria: I bend over and quickly unbuckle the small black straps and step out of the shoes. "I've known you for one day and yet I'm always loosing my clothes." I tease.
Sands: I chuckle, then turn my attention back to the doors. The lights on the elevator indicate we're about to stop. My senses tell me we're getting further from those who pursue us.
The moment the doors open, I'm out with Victoria right at my side. She pulls ahead to lead me toward the stairs. The parking valet must think we're nuts. At least he's half right.
As soon as we're around the corner and out of sight of humans, we put on the steam. I hope there's no surveillance cameras down here to see how fast two vampires can really run.
Victoria: Before a human can blink we're at the stairs. I stop and step aside. "You first, in case there's trouble on the surface. I'll watch your back." The two of us pound up the metal stairs.
Sands: I can sense the others moving now. We practically fly up the stairs and I hit the door at a dead run, Victoria hot on my heels. The air is frigid and I'm glad that sort of thing doesn't bother me. The rain is starting to turn to sleet.
"Listen," I say to her as we dash down the quickly darkening street. "If we get separated, go to the clan house. You'll be safe there."
Victoria: "What about you? Will you meet me there?" I sense them coming but they are still far off.
Sands: "That's the plan." It's pretty obvious that the only people on the street right now are the homeless and us. Almost everyone else is in a cab or the subway on their way home. That gives me an idea. I gesture towards the corner. Just around is a subway entrance.
We dash around the corner. I look back. Four are less than 100 feet behind us. I don't know where the fifth one is. We aim for the subway stairs and fell bad for Victoria, having to run barefoot in this. It's slippery as hell out here now.
Victoria: Oh god the subway! I hate the subway! Too many of the unwashed masses huddling together for my taste. But it's better than being dead. It's a good thing our kind can't feel the cold otherwise this would be unbearable. As it is, we'll attract stares once we're inside.
We hit the stairs and fly down into the tunnel. They are so close. Hopefully the train will be waiting when we reach the platform.
Sands: I don't usually take public transportation. Unless I'm really hungry and need a quick snack. At least I knew the basic layout of the subway and I knew something about needing a token to get down to the trains. I had no tokens. Pausing at a booth to buy one could prove.deadly. So I find myself encouraged to break the law. Such a little law, after all. And if we do this fast enough, the dick head guards won't even see us do it.
"Fast now, darling," I urge Victoria, as we kick it into gear and I head for the turnstile.
Victoria: I speed up, keeping pace with Sands. I look into his eyes and then to the turnstile he indicates with a nod of his head. I get the idea, "It's a good thing you bought me pants." We hit the turnstiles at a dead run , both of us leaping effortlessly over the barriers.
Sands: We dash down the stairs now, and there's more people the lower we get. I sense some of our pursuers have given up the chase. There's only three now.
Making it onto the platform, Victoria and I continue to run. I can hear a train coming towards us. Good, if we time this right, maybe we can trick these jerks onto the train and we can get off and cross over to the other side and head uptown.
We slow down as we hear the clacking and grinding of the train's breaks. The moment the doors hiss open, Victoria and I are on. We keep moving forward through the cars. "Come on," I tell her, going toward the open doors.
A heartbeat before the doors close, we jump out. As the train pulls away, I can see two of the Viscallies whiz by through the blur of windows. There is a third one here on the platform. Now I'm angry. It's his turn to run.
Turning, I scan for him. The fuckmook is straining to see us, but he's easy to see. He towers over just about everyone else. "He's a bloody redwood!" I nudge Victoria. "Let's beat the crap out of him."
Victoria: "After you," I step aside and wave him on with sweep of my hand. My eyes crackle.
Sands: I thought was a pretty good fighter in my time. But gentlemen back then used swords. The C.I.A. taught me not only 14 different ways of killing a man bare handed, but with a little ingenuity I figured out how to turn at least 7 of those methods into ways to kill a vampire. The big trick is to disable your opponent.
With a big lughead like this guy who probably weighs at least double what I weigh, the trick is leverage. Akido helps.
I ran at him, making sure he saw me, not as fast as I can run. There were still too many humans on the platform for that and I knew they had surveillance cameras here.
The redwood saw me and turned to grab at me. It was child's play to step to the side, grabbing his outstretched wrist, and swing it down and back and up behind the guy. I applied pressure to the nerves in the forearm and wrist as I twisted his arm up behind his back.
"Fucking Abberline!" he hissed at me. He tried to turn and look back at me. This was his biggest mistake. He forgot about Victoria.
Victoria: I rushed after Sands and towards the giant who had been trailing us. Sands seemed to easily incapacitate the ugly man. Then it was my turn. I hissed loudly as I stuck him across the face. My nails grinding into his flesh and across his eyes. He howled in pain as blood poured from his wound.
Sands: I laugh out loud. This girl makes my day! I want to lick the blood, but the guys is still struggling, even though his arm must be practically numb from what I'm doing. "Go for it, baby!" I urge her on.
Victoria: "Oh no, I'm leaving the death blow for you!" I said wildly. Then I struck him hard in the abdomen with my knee and upper thigh. He bounced back from the force of my blow.
Sands: Fuck, the guy falls back on top of me and it's all I can do to get out of the way in time. Victoria looks like she's having fun. I jump as his flailing arm reaches for my angle, and jump with both feet, landing on his belly. His scream is nothing but air. I think we've only managed to make him mad, though. There's fire in the one eye still open.
"I'll eat your brains," he growls.
"With what?" I ask, aiming a booted foot at his mouth. He intercepts my foot and catches hold. Not good. He flips me up, but I turn in mid air to land on all fours. He's already getting up.
Victoria: I lunge at the enemy, knocking him back onto the ground. Bitch!" he yells. Quickly I'm back on my feet crouching like a cat. I lunge forward again. Raking his face with my claws. He throws me off and I land hard on my back.
Sands: I leap to my feet and kick again at his head. This time my foot hits with jarring hardness. There's the welcoming sound of broken bones and he's make a screeching noise now through broken teeth and nose. I dance backward, looking at Victoria. "You okay?"
Victoria: I stretch out a hand forward looking for help in getting up. "Yes, I'm all right." But there's a gash in my forearm that I notice once my arms extended. An angry growl comes from the back of my throat. "Is he dead yet?" I ask in a hostile tone.
Sands: I don't think Victoria's done much street fighting. Maybe she's never killed another vampire. "He's a long way from dead, unless you have an axe handy." I turn to kick the guy again. The hand that had been covering his injured eye falls limply to the ground. "We can't exactly kill him with all these witnesses. We'd have to take his head to do it."
I bend down and smell this guy. I want to remember his scent. I look up. People are starring in horror at what we've done to this fuckhead. "He raped my girlfriend," I shout at them. They look appropriately appalled.
Victoria: "Someone, call the police!" A voice shouts from the crowd.
Some of the human are beginning to inch their way forward to get a better look. "What are you doing?" I ask as he smells the body. "I think we'd better get out of here."
Sands: She's right, of course. I take just a moment to taste him. Now I'll remember him. Then I'm up, grabbing her hand, and we're running down the platform. Already I can hear another train rumbling in from the opposite direction. If we hurry, we can go under the tracks and come up on the platform on the other side. To be continued.