Hey HO! It's Thursday! Again... So I figured I'd update! Again...
Heeeeere's chapter 4! WHEEE!!!
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Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I told you that Amieva has a vampire named Sheldon living in her basement? Neither would I...
Valerie clipped out another picture from the magazine laying open on her desk and pinned it onto her wall. The entire side of the room was covered with photos and clippings pertaining to strange occurrences and the latest homicide investigation at that night club. There were articles from newspapers, magazines, tabloids - name it and she probably had it. She was obsessive like that.
There was just something really odd about this case though... Nothing made sense. The vanishing bodies, the hairy palmed people. The only way to possibly explain it was to admit that things such as vampires and werewolves existed. But that was ridiculous! Wasn't it?
She had been conducting an investigation of her own for the past few weeks, with a little help from Dr. Cecelia Reyes. Cecelia took it upon herself to remind Valerie that she was crazy at every opportune moment. Yeah, she was a HUGE help...
A knock came on her apartment door. Valerie got up from her desk and stretched, trying to salvage her muscles from sitting for hours on end. She peeked through the peephole and saw that Cecelia was standing outside, looking extremely impatient. She unlocked the doorknob and pulled the chain off before opening the door.
"Celia!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" she let go of the short black woman and took a step back.
Cecelia was NOT amused. "Two single women. Both in their late twenties. And what are they doing on a Friday night at 10:30?"
Valerie smiled and stepped aside. "C'mon in. Didya bring food?"
Cecelia held up a bag that smelled strongly of Chinese food. "Chicken balls, fried rice and chop-suy."
"Mmm. Did I ever tell you how wonderful you are?"
"Just about every time you drag me along on any of your crazy suspicions." she set the bag of hot food down on the coffee table along with a large purse that was slung over her shoulder. "Remember in high school, when you thought they had surveillance cameras in the change rooms?"
"I still have that scar on my left leg. How could I forget?" she opened the bag of dinner and set the containers out on the table, along with the cheaply made wooden chop-sticks. Cecelia unzipped her purse and pulled out a laptop computer along with various wires. She plugged them into the back of her computer, then clipped the other ends into electrical sockets and phone-jacks. Valerie started picking out the vegetables from her chop-suy and leaving them out on a paper plate. Cecelia looked up in time to see Valerie pushing the extra veggies into her container.
"I am still amazed that you haven't died of scurvy."
Valerie grinned. "Shall we commence the search for truth, Dr. Reyes?" she asked, getting off the subject of her eating habits.
Cecelia rolled her eyes, opening her computer and turning it on. "This is the last time I do this, Val." she stated.
"Tha's wha' you said las' time." she replied with a mouthful of rice. She swallowed and set her chopsticks down. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth off. "You were just as freaked out as I was that night in the morgue." she grabbed a book off the floor and flipped to one of the several marked pages. "... 'Lycanthropes, more commonly referred to as werewolves, have very distinctive features when they are in their human form. Their pupils are slightly narrower, and their eye-teeth may be longer or pointier than those of humans. But the most obvious sign of a werewolf is hair growing on the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet'..."
"I know, I know! We've gone through that book, cover to cover, at least seven times in the past week! And don't you dare start reciting the section on vampires!" Cecelia exclaimed, seeing that Valerie was about to flip to another marked page in the book. She looked at the screen of her computer. She had a window open of a search engine listing all available information on strange occurences in their area. It was all the same. "Arg! This is nuts, Val! It's the same thing, over and over again. We aren't going to find anything new!"
"Oh ye of little faith-" Valerie suddenly threw down her book and got up off the floor. She walked over to the closet and pulled out her leather coat and a pair of running shoes.
"Uh, Val? What are you doing?" Cecelia closed her computer and followed the blond.
SHe turned around with a conspirital smile on her face. "I know JUST the place to get information on everything in this city. From upcoming attactions to alligators in the sewers. I'm pretty sure we'll find something!"
Cecelia put on a look of mock astonishment. "Really? Wow! That's great! Tell me, where is this wonderful fountain of knowledge?"
Valerie pulled something out of her pocket and pinned it to the lapel of her coat. It was her id card.
"Two single women. Both in their late twenties. What are they doing on a Friday night at 11:45?"
Valerie looked at Cecelia after swiping her keycard through the device on the door. "Stop whining."
The door opened for the two women and Cecelia turned to Valerie. "Listen. You're my best friend, and I love you dearly, but I have to go to work, Val."
"Celia!" she moaned. "I thought you took the night off!"
"I can't afford to take any more sick days! I'm sorry, but I gotta go."
"Fine..."
They parted ways, Cecelia to the morgue, and Valerie went into the station. There was nobody in sight. The nighttime security must've been doing their rounds of the building. That made things a little easier. Valerie could easily sneak into the chief inspector's office and go through his files.
She crept down the hall to her boss's office and jimmied the door knob. It was locked. She cursed, trying to think of how she could get inside. Then it hit her - she worked there! It wasn't like she was some rogue off the street. She could easily ask a member of the janitorial staff for the key, and tell them that she had left something in there. Slapping her forehead, she stalked off to find a janitor. She finally caught up with one and told him her woeful tale about how she had left her wallet in the chief inspector's office, and desperately needed the key. The elderly man gladly gave her his set of keys, and continued to mop the lobby, saying that she reminded him of a girl he met while he was overseas way back when.
Valerie thanked him and went on her way. She got into her boss's office no problem. She tip-toed over to the filing cabinet where all the records were kept. She pulled open the first drawer, A-G. Nothing of any use.
She pulled open the second drawer, H-N. Still nothing of interest. She was about to close the drawer again when one file caught her eye; it was marked 'Hunters' Guild'. That struck Valerie Cooper, police investigator, as odd. She wasn't aware of any guilds in New York. She slid the file out and took it over to the desk.
At the top of the pile, there was a photograph of a very proud looking man with white hair and a black suit. According to the form paperclipped to the picture, his name was Bastion. Bastion?! That was it?! No last name? No first name? Just Bastion?!
"Who does this guy think he is? A comic book character?!"
She turned his information over and found another photograph. This time it was of a large black man with dreadlocks, in a tight blue t-shirt and blue-jeans. She glanced at his information. "Bishop?! Great, another nut-bar..."
She found one profile that stood out. 'Domino' was her name. "So this isn't just a boy's club." she laughed. "Beatrice, eh?" this one didn't have a last name either. The fourth member was a man by the name of Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson. Apparently he wasn't as well known as the others. The only picture they had of him was with him in a wrestling mask... or something...
She was about to read over the last profile and their guild information, but she heard voices outside. Valerie panicked and shoved the unread papers into her pocket and slammed the file shut.
The door opened. It was the chief inspector and the kindly janitor who had lent his keys to Valerie.
"Cooper!"
Busted.
"This type of behaviour is inexcusable!"
"I know tha-"
"You're one of my best agents, Cooper! You're the last person I'd expect to act like a rookie!"
"I know sir. If you'd just let me-"
"Just what the HELL were you doing here anyway?!"
Valerie stared at the floor. She could feel the anger building inside her at being patronized. "I was researching the Night Club Massacre." she replied indignantly.
"You haven't been watching the news lately, have you, Cooper?"
"I don't have a television."
The chief inspector rubbed his temple, looking extremely annoyed. "Then you'd know that we've closed the investigation."
"WHAT?!"
"There just wasn't enough evidence-"
Valerie shot up from her seat. "Not enough evidence?! What the HELL?! What about those arrows?! The silver bullets?! There was something really weird about this, and you know it! Who-" she stopped her tirade when she saw the angry look she was getting from her superior. "Sir..."
"Cooper. You're an excellent agent, and I admire your dedication to this case, but it's over. I can't have you sneaking around, sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong!"
She glared past him, clenching her fists at her sides. "I'm sorry-"
"This is going to be hard to say, Cooper. But I'm suspending you-"
"WHAT?!"
He shot her down with a furious look. "As of this moment, you are not to come back to this station for three months! Is that understood?!"
"Yes sir..." she whispered.
"What was that?"
Her blue eyes snapped up to his face. "YES sir!"
And with that, Valerie Cooper, police investigator on suspension, stormed out of the station, slamming the door behind her. She went back to her small apartment to wallow in self pity, alone.
"Going out again, Bishop?" a low feminine voice asked from the other side of the room. Domino stepped out of the shadows to look at her fellow Hunter.
Bishop loaded another quiver with wooden bolts. "I'm gonna get him this time, you just wait and see." he slung his crossbow over his back and picked up his guns.
"That's what you said last time." a man's voice laughed from the couch. "And you're still chasing him? That's pretty fucking pathetic, Bishpoop."
Bishop walked past him and whacked him across the back of the head with the butt of his gun. "Shut your mouth, Wade. I don't see you out hunting!" he stormed off.
Wade, more commonly called Deadpool turned and looked to Domino, who was shaking her head and laughing to herself. "What's got his panties in a twist?"
"You really have no clue, do you."
"Sorry, I missed his guest appearance on Oprah-"
Domino smirked. "I was talking about in general."
"She's got you there, Vilson." Maverick walked into the room and started looking around the furniture for something.
"Great, I got AHnold und Spotty on my case... Whatcha lookin' for?" Deadpool started flipping around an object in his hand by the loop sticking out of the top.
"I am looking for the new grenade that Forge-" Maverick's eyes widened when he noticed the object in Deadpool's possession. "AH!" he grabbed the explosive device before the key let go. "What the hell?! You idiot! Don't you know what this is?! You could've killed us all!" he ranted in his mother tongue, German.
"And here I thought you liked taking risks..." Deadpool replied, causing Maverick to storm off in a rage.
Domino raised an eye-brow. "You speak German?"
"Ja."
"And here I thought you were a COMPLETE idiot." she turned and exited the room, swaying her hips as she went.
He rolled his eyes, even though he was wearing a full head mask, so the action was rather meaningless. "Oh yeah, she wants me."
Bishop zoomed down the deserted streets on his motorcycle, thinking about what he was going to do when he finally got to face his prey. The direct 'stake-n-run' seemed the most efficient, but that wasn't good enough for the embittered Hunter. He wanted LeBeau to suffer. He wanted him to suffer as much as HE himself had suffered.
The smooth talkin' rat deserved the punishment that Bishop was rearing to deal. First he would garlic-bomb him, then sprinkle him with Holy water. And after the vampire's flesh started to fester and boil, he would get out his crucifix and tie it around his neck, making sure that it was touching his bare skin. But it wouldn't end there. Bishop would subject him to listening to his life story while he cut off his fingers, one by one, with a dull blade. Then, when LeBeau cried out for mercy, Bishop would kill him. He'd stake him through his damned heart, then slice off his head with his sword.
After he fulfilled his life's purpose, Bishop wasn't totally sure about what he would do. He'd probably retire from hunting, meet a nice girl, get married and have a bunch of tiny Bishops. But that was just wistful thinking. He had to FIND LeBeau first, then kill him.
This wasn't just revenge, it was a lesson. LeBeau made a dangerous mistake when he had decided to feed on the one person that Bishop held dearest - his baby sister.
REVIEW!
Heeeeere's chapter 4! WHEEE!!!
I'd also like to thank all the wonderful people who reviews and/or e-mailed me and told me how much they liked this fanfic!
Disclaimer: Would you believe me if I told you that Amieva has a vampire named Sheldon living in her basement? Neither would I...
Valerie clipped out another picture from the magazine laying open on her desk and pinned it onto her wall. The entire side of the room was covered with photos and clippings pertaining to strange occurrences and the latest homicide investigation at that night club. There were articles from newspapers, magazines, tabloids - name it and she probably had it. She was obsessive like that.
There was just something really odd about this case though... Nothing made sense. The vanishing bodies, the hairy palmed people. The only way to possibly explain it was to admit that things such as vampires and werewolves existed. But that was ridiculous! Wasn't it?
She had been conducting an investigation of her own for the past few weeks, with a little help from Dr. Cecelia Reyes. Cecelia took it upon herself to remind Valerie that she was crazy at every opportune moment. Yeah, she was a HUGE help...
A knock came on her apartment door. Valerie got up from her desk and stretched, trying to salvage her muscles from sitting for hours on end. She peeked through the peephole and saw that Cecelia was standing outside, looking extremely impatient. She unlocked the doorknob and pulled the chain off before opening the door.
"Celia!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around her. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you!" she let go of the short black woman and took a step back.
Cecelia was NOT amused. "Two single women. Both in their late twenties. And what are they doing on a Friday night at 10:30?"
Valerie smiled and stepped aside. "C'mon in. Didya bring food?"
Cecelia held up a bag that smelled strongly of Chinese food. "Chicken balls, fried rice and chop-suy."
"Mmm. Did I ever tell you how wonderful you are?"
"Just about every time you drag me along on any of your crazy suspicions." she set the bag of hot food down on the coffee table along with a large purse that was slung over her shoulder. "Remember in high school, when you thought they had surveillance cameras in the change rooms?"
"I still have that scar on my left leg. How could I forget?" she opened the bag of dinner and set the containers out on the table, along with the cheaply made wooden chop-sticks. Cecelia unzipped her purse and pulled out a laptop computer along with various wires. She plugged them into the back of her computer, then clipped the other ends into electrical sockets and phone-jacks. Valerie started picking out the vegetables from her chop-suy and leaving them out on a paper plate. Cecelia looked up in time to see Valerie pushing the extra veggies into her container.
"I am still amazed that you haven't died of scurvy."
Valerie grinned. "Shall we commence the search for truth, Dr. Reyes?" she asked, getting off the subject of her eating habits.
Cecelia rolled her eyes, opening her computer and turning it on. "This is the last time I do this, Val." she stated.
"Tha's wha' you said las' time." she replied with a mouthful of rice. She swallowed and set her chopsticks down. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth off. "You were just as freaked out as I was that night in the morgue." she grabbed a book off the floor and flipped to one of the several marked pages. "... 'Lycanthropes, more commonly referred to as werewolves, have very distinctive features when they are in their human form. Their pupils are slightly narrower, and their eye-teeth may be longer or pointier than those of humans. But the most obvious sign of a werewolf is hair growing on the palms of their hands and the soles of their feet'..."
"I know, I know! We've gone through that book, cover to cover, at least seven times in the past week! And don't you dare start reciting the section on vampires!" Cecelia exclaimed, seeing that Valerie was about to flip to another marked page in the book. She looked at the screen of her computer. She had a window open of a search engine listing all available information on strange occurences in their area. It was all the same. "Arg! This is nuts, Val! It's the same thing, over and over again. We aren't going to find anything new!"
"Oh ye of little faith-" Valerie suddenly threw down her book and got up off the floor. She walked over to the closet and pulled out her leather coat and a pair of running shoes.
"Uh, Val? What are you doing?" Cecelia closed her computer and followed the blond.
SHe turned around with a conspirital smile on her face. "I know JUST the place to get information on everything in this city. From upcoming attactions to alligators in the sewers. I'm pretty sure we'll find something!"
Cecelia put on a look of mock astonishment. "Really? Wow! That's great! Tell me, where is this wonderful fountain of knowledge?"
Valerie pulled something out of her pocket and pinned it to the lapel of her coat. It was her id card.
"Two single women. Both in their late twenties. What are they doing on a Friday night at 11:45?"
Valerie looked at Cecelia after swiping her keycard through the device on the door. "Stop whining."
The door opened for the two women and Cecelia turned to Valerie. "Listen. You're my best friend, and I love you dearly, but I have to go to work, Val."
"Celia!" she moaned. "I thought you took the night off!"
"I can't afford to take any more sick days! I'm sorry, but I gotta go."
"Fine..."
They parted ways, Cecelia to the morgue, and Valerie went into the station. There was nobody in sight. The nighttime security must've been doing their rounds of the building. That made things a little easier. Valerie could easily sneak into the chief inspector's office and go through his files.
She crept down the hall to her boss's office and jimmied the door knob. It was locked. She cursed, trying to think of how she could get inside. Then it hit her - she worked there! It wasn't like she was some rogue off the street. She could easily ask a member of the janitorial staff for the key, and tell them that she had left something in there. Slapping her forehead, she stalked off to find a janitor. She finally caught up with one and told him her woeful tale about how she had left her wallet in the chief inspector's office, and desperately needed the key. The elderly man gladly gave her his set of keys, and continued to mop the lobby, saying that she reminded him of a girl he met while he was overseas way back when.
Valerie thanked him and went on her way. She got into her boss's office no problem. She tip-toed over to the filing cabinet where all the records were kept. She pulled open the first drawer, A-G. Nothing of any use.
She pulled open the second drawer, H-N. Still nothing of interest. She was about to close the drawer again when one file caught her eye; it was marked 'Hunters' Guild'. That struck Valerie Cooper, police investigator, as odd. She wasn't aware of any guilds in New York. She slid the file out and took it over to the desk.
At the top of the pile, there was a photograph of a very proud looking man with white hair and a black suit. According to the form paperclipped to the picture, his name was Bastion. Bastion?! That was it?! No last name? No first name? Just Bastion?!
"Who does this guy think he is? A comic book character?!"
She turned his information over and found another photograph. This time it was of a large black man with dreadlocks, in a tight blue t-shirt and blue-jeans. She glanced at his information. "Bishop?! Great, another nut-bar..."
She found one profile that stood out. 'Domino' was her name. "So this isn't just a boy's club." she laughed. "Beatrice, eh?" this one didn't have a last name either. The fourth member was a man by the name of Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson. Apparently he wasn't as well known as the others. The only picture they had of him was with him in a wrestling mask... or something...
She was about to read over the last profile and their guild information, but she heard voices outside. Valerie panicked and shoved the unread papers into her pocket and slammed the file shut.
The door opened. It was the chief inspector and the kindly janitor who had lent his keys to Valerie.
"Cooper!"
Busted.
"This type of behaviour is inexcusable!"
"I know tha-"
"You're one of my best agents, Cooper! You're the last person I'd expect to act like a rookie!"
"I know sir. If you'd just let me-"
"Just what the HELL were you doing here anyway?!"
Valerie stared at the floor. She could feel the anger building inside her at being patronized. "I was researching the Night Club Massacre." she replied indignantly.
"You haven't been watching the news lately, have you, Cooper?"
"I don't have a television."
The chief inspector rubbed his temple, looking extremely annoyed. "Then you'd know that we've closed the investigation."
"WHAT?!"
"There just wasn't enough evidence-"
Valerie shot up from her seat. "Not enough evidence?! What the HELL?! What about those arrows?! The silver bullets?! There was something really weird about this, and you know it! Who-" she stopped her tirade when she saw the angry look she was getting from her superior. "Sir..."
"Cooper. You're an excellent agent, and I admire your dedication to this case, but it's over. I can't have you sneaking around, sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong!"
She glared past him, clenching her fists at her sides. "I'm sorry-"
"This is going to be hard to say, Cooper. But I'm suspending you-"
"WHAT?!"
He shot her down with a furious look. "As of this moment, you are not to come back to this station for three months! Is that understood?!"
"Yes sir..." she whispered.
"What was that?"
Her blue eyes snapped up to his face. "YES sir!"
And with that, Valerie Cooper, police investigator on suspension, stormed out of the station, slamming the door behind her. She went back to her small apartment to wallow in self pity, alone.
"Going out again, Bishop?" a low feminine voice asked from the other side of the room. Domino stepped out of the shadows to look at her fellow Hunter.
Bishop loaded another quiver with wooden bolts. "I'm gonna get him this time, you just wait and see." he slung his crossbow over his back and picked up his guns.
"That's what you said last time." a man's voice laughed from the couch. "And you're still chasing him? That's pretty fucking pathetic, Bishpoop."
Bishop walked past him and whacked him across the back of the head with the butt of his gun. "Shut your mouth, Wade. I don't see you out hunting!" he stormed off.
Wade, more commonly called Deadpool turned and looked to Domino, who was shaking her head and laughing to herself. "What's got his panties in a twist?"
"You really have no clue, do you."
"Sorry, I missed his guest appearance on Oprah-"
Domino smirked. "I was talking about in general."
"She's got you there, Vilson." Maverick walked into the room and started looking around the furniture for something.
"Great, I got AHnold und Spotty on my case... Whatcha lookin' for?" Deadpool started flipping around an object in his hand by the loop sticking out of the top.
"I am looking for the new grenade that Forge-" Maverick's eyes widened when he noticed the object in Deadpool's possession. "AH!" he grabbed the explosive device before the key let go. "What the hell?! You idiot! Don't you know what this is?! You could've killed us all!" he ranted in his mother tongue, German.
"And here I thought you liked taking risks..." Deadpool replied, causing Maverick to storm off in a rage.
Domino raised an eye-brow. "You speak German?"
"Ja."
"And here I thought you were a COMPLETE idiot." she turned and exited the room, swaying her hips as she went.
He rolled his eyes, even though he was wearing a full head mask, so the action was rather meaningless. "Oh yeah, she wants me."
Bishop zoomed down the deserted streets on his motorcycle, thinking about what he was going to do when he finally got to face his prey. The direct 'stake-n-run' seemed the most efficient, but that wasn't good enough for the embittered Hunter. He wanted LeBeau to suffer. He wanted him to suffer as much as HE himself had suffered.
The smooth talkin' rat deserved the punishment that Bishop was rearing to deal. First he would garlic-bomb him, then sprinkle him with Holy water. And after the vampire's flesh started to fester and boil, he would get out his crucifix and tie it around his neck, making sure that it was touching his bare skin. But it wouldn't end there. Bishop would subject him to listening to his life story while he cut off his fingers, one by one, with a dull blade. Then, when LeBeau cried out for mercy, Bishop would kill him. He'd stake him through his damned heart, then slice off his head with his sword.
After he fulfilled his life's purpose, Bishop wasn't totally sure about what he would do. He'd probably retire from hunting, meet a nice girl, get married and have a bunch of tiny Bishops. But that was just wistful thinking. He had to FIND LeBeau first, then kill him.
This wasn't just revenge, it was a lesson. LeBeau made a dangerous mistake when he had decided to feed on the one person that Bishop held dearest - his baby sister.
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