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* Enjoy chapter 6! ^_~
Chapter 6
"I believe you." He said. Sara's mouth fell open. "You do? I mean, you really believe me?" She asked, overflowed with relief at the same time. "Yes. I know of what you speak. You have probably met the master of the person I met." Sara looked as dumbfounded as she possibly could right then. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I am not quite sure I understand it any more than you do. What I do know is that I think there is a link to what happened in your dream and what happened to me today." Sara's curiosity popped up again. "What happened to you today then?" Merlock gritted his teeth for a moment in memory of the laughter of the mysterious opponent he had encountered earlier that day. "Today I got a strange mission. That is; I had a strange awkward feeling about it. Someone had illegally travelled in time and had asked for me. The crew that was sent to get him first, was beaten by only him. So I got contacted to look for him. I also got the message that he asked for me alone. So I went. And I met him. He easily got the upper hand. He made me an offer, something about making a choice and acknowledge his master to be mine as well. He said he'd give me time to consider it. And he gave a clear hint that someone would be sent to me as a form of persuasion. That someone obviously is you."
Sara blinked. "My word… you may very well be right! But.. I mean… why?" Merlock shook his head. "I am not sure. The time police has a lot of enemies, and getting a time agent on your side is a very smart move, that also shows gut to possible other enemies. But I think that's not it. This one doesn't really seem to care about the time police and obviously sure as hell has nothing to fear from them. I mean, even I couldn't take him down. I've tried to contact Jillian, but she's away. I've been thinking about it ever since I got back to our time."
Sara took a moment to think about what he had said. "Usually you're not very open about your missions. Why are you telling me all this?" "Because I trust you. And because you came to me with your story. I think you are the one who would be sent for me. The one who plotted this must have known that you would come to me about this. DAMN IT!" He suddenly cursed, and slammed down his fist on the table. It left a creak in the glass. Sara let out a small shriek but quickly closed her mouth. "What does that bastard want from me! Why does he know so much about me and HOW can it be that he holds power over me!?" Sara replied in a small voice "I don't know." Merlock realized that his outburst had scared Sara and he immediately calmed himself. He reached out his hand and touched Sara's cheek. She turned a little red. "I am sorry. What happened today really got to me. Especially now I believe your involved in this too. The thought that you… or the other (he quickly added) might be in danger because of my failure…" Sara took his hand. "You didn't fail. I somehow believe that strongly. Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sorry I brought this all up, it must be difficult for you, seeing how you never failed a mission you were sent out for by yourself." "Don't be." The two smiled at each other for a brief moment, a small twinkle could be seen in their eyes. But just as fast as it came, it disappeared just as fast. Merlock stood up after he had looked at the time on his modern, large clock that hangs on a nearby wall. "Sara. I want you to be careful. Even if it was just a dream. Promise me that." "I promise." "Now have you told Flint and the others this?" Suddenly she remembered them and blushed. "No, I..I just told them I had had a bad dream. I didn't think they'd believe me, seeing how I just recently recovered from a fever and… I wanted to tell you first." She couldn't believe she just opened up like that to him. The realisation of what Sara had said came quickly to Merlock and the left corner of hid mouth went a little up in a small grin. "I think I'd better go now." Sara quickly mumbled. She got up and tried to pass him, but he grabbed her hand again. "You don't know how much that means to me. Your confidence is a gift. I will treat it with care." He said in a low, warm voice. Sara turned red and pulled her hand back. "No prob. It's late, I have to go now. Bye!" She said and hurried herself to the door. Merlock just watched her. As Sara opened the door, and looked back at Merlock, his seductive smile and warm eyes suddenly turned ice cold and the smile washed off his face faster than an avalanch. Her stomach turned as she watched the sudden hate in his eyes. Shivers ran down her spine. She turned to face who, or what, was in the doorway.
"Hello there pretty. Just in time. I seem to have a knack for that. Why don't you ask your timecop friend Merlock."
Sara's eyes went big. There was no humanity in this boys stare. Just icy coldness. Sara went cold all over and could only whimper and utter words that couldn't be understood by anyone. "I am glad you are happy to see me too. Master knows how curious I've been to meet the one who had to play the other part." He smirked in an old, evil vampiric way. He reached out his hand and patted her cheek. Immediately the sting could be felt by Sara and as the boy pulled his hand back, there was blood on it. Sara's blood. Merlock eyes burned with furious anger that can't be expressed in words. "DON'T TOUCH HER! I WILL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" He shouted in a growling voice. He dashed foward to make his words true, but the boy had anticipated this. In the blink of an eye he hold Sara in his arms. One arm took control over her upper body, the other grabbed her hair and jerked her head sidewards. In this second his teeth has grown to original size as well. Sara screamed. Merlock froze as he knew what the boy was threatening with. With all her willpower Sara tried not to cry, but the warm fluid prickling her eyes refused to listen. Soon there was a small stream of it flowing over her cheeks, burning a little where the cut had returned.
"Interesting, this crying. Warm, salty fluid, and yet, it's taste is way more crappy than that red substance these human creatures are filled with. I can feel her heart you know, pumping it through her vains. She smells good, don't you agree?" He said, sniffing Sara's hair. Merlock braced himself. He wanted to kill him in the upper most terrible way. But was restrained by the vision of Sara. "Very wise. No need to endanger this pretty little thing, ey?" The boy stated, sounding simple and clear. He pulled Sara's hair tighter. "A reply or I will make you bald human girl." Sara let out a cry again, then focused on a reply, hoping he would let go of her hair and stop the torment. "No." She whispered. He started laughing, to Sara's disgust.
"This is too easy! Everybody does it my way! You ARE weak, Merlock. You couldn't even prevent this from happening. And you think he's gonna save you girl?" He asked Sara. Sara didn't answer. A quick decision was made. She was not going to help this icecold creature in any way. Even if meant more pain. This time however; the boy ignored that he didn't get a reply. "Allright, I'll admit it. I'm playing right now. Enough with this." Merlock expected him to let go of Sara and got himself ready for a leap towards his damned enemy. "Yes Merlocky boy. I know you want to kill me. You can't. Don't think she's the one stopping you from killing me. I know you are not capable of it." "You call me weak and uncapable. Yet you will not let her go. Are you perhaps scared of me. Are YOU the one who is weak? After all, if you are outclassing me in strength, what do you need her for?" The attempt to provoke the boy didn't fully succeed. Though his eyes did flame at the word 'weak' he regained his calmth. "She is just a small insurance you will listen to me right away instead of wasting my precious time trying to defeat me in any battle. But I have no need for her. There are other ways to make you listen. You already know some of my 'mysterious' powers." He turned his attention to Sara. "Well pretty little thing. I'm done playing with you. You may go now." Sara couldn't help sighing softly with relief. As did Merlock. Right before the boy did an unthinkable thing. He let go of Sara. She hadn't anticipated on this as she almost fell forward. Still weak on her legs, she tried to stumble towards Merlock. But then there was no ground. Sara levitated in the air. She yelled. Merlock was filled with fear and shock. The expression of petrified surprise on Sara's face caught his eye. He tried to walk towards her, but stood frozen on the ground. Under influence of the evil creature as well.
Merlock had the feeling of being turned into a robot, under command of the boy. Sara floated towards Merlock, unable to escape the grasp of the magical field around her. Merlock's stomach turned and fear for Sara's life swallowed him hole, as his fangs started growing again for the first time in a LONG period. Especially when he felt himself moving towards Sara, his eyes were being focused on her artery, in Sara's neck. "NO! PLEASE NO!" He thought, more scared than he had ever been in his long life. Sara went blank. Her tears stopped and there was nothing more than she could do than experience it inside, as her outside was under full power of that hated bastard-boy. Merlock tried to fight the power with all his might, but still his head moved slowly towards Sara's neck, his lips curling back just as slow. Inside he cried.
Then there was a loud clap. Sara fell to the ground, and Merlock's power over his own body had been restored. Merlock fell to his knees. One tear made a tiny splash on the ground. He had the feeling he was going to be sick. Even though he didn't take Sara's blood, he hated himself. He felt sick of what the boy had almost make him do. It made him sick that he couldn't stop it until the boy had clapped his hands. And it pained him. It pained him more than anything when he thought of Sara, what she was probably thinking of him just then. Sara was crying again, and felt extremely bad and noxious too. But she remained conscious. With all her might she looked up from the ground to where Merlock was. He had gotten up on one knee and was making a fist with the hand he was leaning on, trying to punch right through the marble floor. He suddenly jerked his head up and looked at Sara. "I'm sorry…" he whispered, tears of frustration and remorse in his eyes. "Don't be." Sara whispered hoarse. The bleeding had stopped as the cut started to dissapear again. Laughing started. Both looked at the boy with extreme hatred. But Sara's eyes also showed fear. In Merlock's eyes there could only the hatred be seen, the human hatred had evolved into ancient hatred. Vampirically deep hatred.
The boy had his smirk back on, and clapped yet again. "My my what a good show! The best I've seen in a long time! You two should head off to Hollywood instead of staying in this crappy town." Sara spat at him. In the blink of an eye he was right in front of her. Sara turned away her head and flinched, expecting a hard slap in the face. She turned back and tried to give him the coldest look she could come up with. He just laughed. "You fear me, so quit the horseplay. We men have business to discuss. It was nice to finally meet you, but your presence is no longer acquired. Say bye now pretty please." One hand grabbed the back of her neck, as the other tightened around her chin, pulling her towards his mouth. She knew what he was going to do and tried to smack him as hard as she could. But her hand stopped in mid air. Just then Merlock leaped forward. But the boy was just to fast. Without even letting go of Sara, he kicked Merlock with awesome power against the backwall of the room. After hitting the wall, Merlock fell to the ground with a loud thump. He gasped for air* and blood dripped from his mouth. His vision was blurry, cleared up, got blurry again. Until his sight returned, just then he saw the event happening before his very eyes that probably was the last thing Sara would suffer from that evening. The boy closed his mouth over Sara's. He kissed her. Merlock let out a disgusted, pained sound. He saw Sara's eyes rolling. Right before she fell to the ground.
Unconscious.
The boy had already turned back to face Merlock when Sara fell. He ignored her, as if she were nothing more than an empty case, robbed of her contents. He only desired to see the pain on Merlock's face when he saw that he had kissed his precious loved one. He smirked again.
"Now that's taken care of, let's talk business."
* Yes I know Merlock's a vampire, but he's not quite a VAMPIRE vampire if ya know what I mean. He still needs oxygen in my story (the reason why he, and all the other 'normal' humans btw, needs to breathe). Though he can do without it for a certain amount of time. I've got a little fantasy theory about vampires and breathing. Oh well, just forget about it. Hopefully you'll know what I mean and won't pay to much attention to that minor detail.
After all, vampire's are not real. Right? ^_^
Hope you enjoyed. Until the next chapter, R&R!!!
Aerodeenamic
for you my friend )
* Enjoy chapter 6! ^_~
Chapter 6
"I believe you." He said. Sara's mouth fell open. "You do? I mean, you really believe me?" She asked, overflowed with relief at the same time. "Yes. I know of what you speak. You have probably met the master of the person I met." Sara looked as dumbfounded as she possibly could right then. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I am not quite sure I understand it any more than you do. What I do know is that I think there is a link to what happened in your dream and what happened to me today." Sara's curiosity popped up again. "What happened to you today then?" Merlock gritted his teeth for a moment in memory of the laughter of the mysterious opponent he had encountered earlier that day. "Today I got a strange mission. That is; I had a strange awkward feeling about it. Someone had illegally travelled in time and had asked for me. The crew that was sent to get him first, was beaten by only him. So I got contacted to look for him. I also got the message that he asked for me alone. So I went. And I met him. He easily got the upper hand. He made me an offer, something about making a choice and acknowledge his master to be mine as well. He said he'd give me time to consider it. And he gave a clear hint that someone would be sent to me as a form of persuasion. That someone obviously is you."
Sara blinked. "My word… you may very well be right! But.. I mean… why?" Merlock shook his head. "I am not sure. The time police has a lot of enemies, and getting a time agent on your side is a very smart move, that also shows gut to possible other enemies. But I think that's not it. This one doesn't really seem to care about the time police and obviously sure as hell has nothing to fear from them. I mean, even I couldn't take him down. I've tried to contact Jillian, but she's away. I've been thinking about it ever since I got back to our time."
Sara took a moment to think about what he had said. "Usually you're not very open about your missions. Why are you telling me all this?" "Because I trust you. And because you came to me with your story. I think you are the one who would be sent for me. The one who plotted this must have known that you would come to me about this. DAMN IT!" He suddenly cursed, and slammed down his fist on the table. It left a creak in the glass. Sara let out a small shriek but quickly closed her mouth. "What does that bastard want from me! Why does he know so much about me and HOW can it be that he holds power over me!?" Sara replied in a small voice "I don't know." Merlock realized that his outburst had scared Sara and he immediately calmed himself. He reached out his hand and touched Sara's cheek. She turned a little red. "I am sorry. What happened today really got to me. Especially now I believe your involved in this too. The thought that you… or the other (he quickly added) might be in danger because of my failure…" Sara took his hand. "You didn't fail. I somehow believe that strongly. Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm sorry I brought this all up, it must be difficult for you, seeing how you never failed a mission you were sent out for by yourself." "Don't be." The two smiled at each other for a brief moment, a small twinkle could be seen in their eyes. But just as fast as it came, it disappeared just as fast. Merlock stood up after he had looked at the time on his modern, large clock that hangs on a nearby wall. "Sara. I want you to be careful. Even if it was just a dream. Promise me that." "I promise." "Now have you told Flint and the others this?" Suddenly she remembered them and blushed. "No, I..I just told them I had had a bad dream. I didn't think they'd believe me, seeing how I just recently recovered from a fever and… I wanted to tell you first." She couldn't believe she just opened up like that to him. The realisation of what Sara had said came quickly to Merlock and the left corner of hid mouth went a little up in a small grin. "I think I'd better go now." Sara quickly mumbled. She got up and tried to pass him, but he grabbed her hand again. "You don't know how much that means to me. Your confidence is a gift. I will treat it with care." He said in a low, warm voice. Sara turned red and pulled her hand back. "No prob. It's late, I have to go now. Bye!" She said and hurried herself to the door. Merlock just watched her. As Sara opened the door, and looked back at Merlock, his seductive smile and warm eyes suddenly turned ice cold and the smile washed off his face faster than an avalanch. Her stomach turned as she watched the sudden hate in his eyes. Shivers ran down her spine. She turned to face who, or what, was in the doorway.
"Hello there pretty. Just in time. I seem to have a knack for that. Why don't you ask your timecop friend Merlock."
Sara's eyes went big. There was no humanity in this boys stare. Just icy coldness. Sara went cold all over and could only whimper and utter words that couldn't be understood by anyone. "I am glad you are happy to see me too. Master knows how curious I've been to meet the one who had to play the other part." He smirked in an old, evil vampiric way. He reached out his hand and patted her cheek. Immediately the sting could be felt by Sara and as the boy pulled his hand back, there was blood on it. Sara's blood. Merlock eyes burned with furious anger that can't be expressed in words. "DON'T TOUCH HER! I WILL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" He shouted in a growling voice. He dashed foward to make his words true, but the boy had anticipated this. In the blink of an eye he hold Sara in his arms. One arm took control over her upper body, the other grabbed her hair and jerked her head sidewards. In this second his teeth has grown to original size as well. Sara screamed. Merlock froze as he knew what the boy was threatening with. With all her willpower Sara tried not to cry, but the warm fluid prickling her eyes refused to listen. Soon there was a small stream of it flowing over her cheeks, burning a little where the cut had returned.
"Interesting, this crying. Warm, salty fluid, and yet, it's taste is way more crappy than that red substance these human creatures are filled with. I can feel her heart you know, pumping it through her vains. She smells good, don't you agree?" He said, sniffing Sara's hair. Merlock braced himself. He wanted to kill him in the upper most terrible way. But was restrained by the vision of Sara. "Very wise. No need to endanger this pretty little thing, ey?" The boy stated, sounding simple and clear. He pulled Sara's hair tighter. "A reply or I will make you bald human girl." Sara let out a cry again, then focused on a reply, hoping he would let go of her hair and stop the torment. "No." She whispered. He started laughing, to Sara's disgust.
"This is too easy! Everybody does it my way! You ARE weak, Merlock. You couldn't even prevent this from happening. And you think he's gonna save you girl?" He asked Sara. Sara didn't answer. A quick decision was made. She was not going to help this icecold creature in any way. Even if meant more pain. This time however; the boy ignored that he didn't get a reply. "Allright, I'll admit it. I'm playing right now. Enough with this." Merlock expected him to let go of Sara and got himself ready for a leap towards his damned enemy. "Yes Merlocky boy. I know you want to kill me. You can't. Don't think she's the one stopping you from killing me. I know you are not capable of it." "You call me weak and uncapable. Yet you will not let her go. Are you perhaps scared of me. Are YOU the one who is weak? After all, if you are outclassing me in strength, what do you need her for?" The attempt to provoke the boy didn't fully succeed. Though his eyes did flame at the word 'weak' he regained his calmth. "She is just a small insurance you will listen to me right away instead of wasting my precious time trying to defeat me in any battle. But I have no need for her. There are other ways to make you listen. You already know some of my 'mysterious' powers." He turned his attention to Sara. "Well pretty little thing. I'm done playing with you. You may go now." Sara couldn't help sighing softly with relief. As did Merlock. Right before the boy did an unthinkable thing. He let go of Sara. She hadn't anticipated on this as she almost fell forward. Still weak on her legs, she tried to stumble towards Merlock. But then there was no ground. Sara levitated in the air. She yelled. Merlock was filled with fear and shock. The expression of petrified surprise on Sara's face caught his eye. He tried to walk towards her, but stood frozen on the ground. Under influence of the evil creature as well.
Merlock had the feeling of being turned into a robot, under command of the boy. Sara floated towards Merlock, unable to escape the grasp of the magical field around her. Merlock's stomach turned and fear for Sara's life swallowed him hole, as his fangs started growing again for the first time in a LONG period. Especially when he felt himself moving towards Sara, his eyes were being focused on her artery, in Sara's neck. "NO! PLEASE NO!" He thought, more scared than he had ever been in his long life. Sara went blank. Her tears stopped and there was nothing more than she could do than experience it inside, as her outside was under full power of that hated bastard-boy. Merlock tried to fight the power with all his might, but still his head moved slowly towards Sara's neck, his lips curling back just as slow. Inside he cried.
Then there was a loud clap. Sara fell to the ground, and Merlock's power over his own body had been restored. Merlock fell to his knees. One tear made a tiny splash on the ground. He had the feeling he was going to be sick. Even though he didn't take Sara's blood, he hated himself. He felt sick of what the boy had almost make him do. It made him sick that he couldn't stop it until the boy had clapped his hands. And it pained him. It pained him more than anything when he thought of Sara, what she was probably thinking of him just then. Sara was crying again, and felt extremely bad and noxious too. But she remained conscious. With all her might she looked up from the ground to where Merlock was. He had gotten up on one knee and was making a fist with the hand he was leaning on, trying to punch right through the marble floor. He suddenly jerked his head up and looked at Sara. "I'm sorry…" he whispered, tears of frustration and remorse in his eyes. "Don't be." Sara whispered hoarse. The bleeding had stopped as the cut started to dissapear again. Laughing started. Both looked at the boy with extreme hatred. But Sara's eyes also showed fear. In Merlock's eyes there could only the hatred be seen, the human hatred had evolved into ancient hatred. Vampirically deep hatred.
The boy had his smirk back on, and clapped yet again. "My my what a good show! The best I've seen in a long time! You two should head off to Hollywood instead of staying in this crappy town." Sara spat at him. In the blink of an eye he was right in front of her. Sara turned away her head and flinched, expecting a hard slap in the face. She turned back and tried to give him the coldest look she could come up with. He just laughed. "You fear me, so quit the horseplay. We men have business to discuss. It was nice to finally meet you, but your presence is no longer acquired. Say bye now pretty please." One hand grabbed the back of her neck, as the other tightened around her chin, pulling her towards his mouth. She knew what he was going to do and tried to smack him as hard as she could. But her hand stopped in mid air. Just then Merlock leaped forward. But the boy was just to fast. Without even letting go of Sara, he kicked Merlock with awesome power against the backwall of the room. After hitting the wall, Merlock fell to the ground with a loud thump. He gasped for air* and blood dripped from his mouth. His vision was blurry, cleared up, got blurry again. Until his sight returned, just then he saw the event happening before his very eyes that probably was the last thing Sara would suffer from that evening. The boy closed his mouth over Sara's. He kissed her. Merlock let out a disgusted, pained sound. He saw Sara's eyes rolling. Right before she fell to the ground.
Unconscious.
The boy had already turned back to face Merlock when Sara fell. He ignored her, as if she were nothing more than an empty case, robbed of her contents. He only desired to see the pain on Merlock's face when he saw that he had kissed his precious loved one. He smirked again.
"Now that's taken care of, let's talk business."
* Yes I know Merlock's a vampire, but he's not quite a VAMPIRE vampire if ya know what I mean. He still needs oxygen in my story (the reason why he, and all the other 'normal' humans btw, needs to breathe). Though he can do without it for a certain amount of time. I've got a little fantasy theory about vampires and breathing. Oh well, just forget about it. Hopefully you'll know what I mean and won't pay to much attention to that minor detail.
After all, vampire's are not real. Right? ^_^
Hope you enjoyed. Until the next chapter, R&R!!!
Aerodeenamic
