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Is it just me, or does the new rating system suck? I hate it. I sent in a complaint. I think the old way was better and a lot less confusing. Anyone feel the same? Anyways, on with the story!
January 21
Time has passed since then. Kraven has backed away from me, satisfying himself to only gaze lustfully at my body. He has no respect and no morals. I have killed more lycans then any other Death Dealer. I have dedicated myself to the war. Next to my laptop, I keep a restored photograph of my once happy family. Their smiling faces call out a deep determination to wreak havoc on the underworld, enough to make me the most feared vampire that is awake.
Viktor has left me to sleep in hibernation. I often find that going down to the crypt helps me think clearly, its cold solemnity making it a place that most avoid. I enjoy my solitude and remember older times while I stand and look at Viktor's grave.
Right now, I am angry and upset, pissed off is more of the word I would describe me as. It was a normal night, rainy and cold, typical of Buda. Rigel, Nathaniel, and I had gotten tipped off about where the lycans were going to be. We were to track them and follow them to their lair. We would then return to Ordoghaz and a team would be sent to the lycan den to flush it out. I was perched on top of an old cathedral, sitting out in the rain. Rigel was across from me and Nathaniel was hiding on the ground. I was cold. I was wet. I was not happy. We had been sitting out in the rain for a while with no sign of the lycans.
We gazed down at the throngs of humans moving below us, most intent on getting inside the subway system to take the train home. A young man, American by the way he walked and his lack of umbrella, was half running towards the entrance. Blonde hair was peeking out of the dark hoodie that was over his head. I felt myself drawn to him, and followed him, before I saw the lycans behind him, shoving people out of their way.
They were easy to spot in the humans. They were surly, tall, burly, and shabby, with no umbrella's or any means to keep their heads dry. They wore dirty and cracked leather jackets, much unlike my sleek leather one that I loved so much. Unable to fill them with burning hot silver bullets, I contented myself with glaring forcefully at them as I heard Rigel's camera click away.
I looked up at him, and he nodded slightly, jumping off of the ledge he was on. I watched him fall to earth before I took my own leap off the precipice. I landed on my feet, sinking down to a squat to absorb the pressure and immediately started off towards the subway. The lycans were still unaware of our presence. I recognized the leader, a dark skinned man by the name of Raze. Rigel and I ducked behind partitions, following them at a distant. I silently thanked the humans for being around, masking our scent. I knew that in less then a half hour, they would all be on the trains, going places, leaving us, the lycans, and our scents.
The human I noticed earlier passed by my hiding place. We gazed into each others eyes, spellbound as he was swept up by the crowd. I ducked into the shadows when he blinked, hiding myself. I continued to watch him as he walked away.
Raze stopped suddenly, a smaller lycan bumping into him. He sniffed slightly, and then, in front of all the humans, bellowed "BLOODS!" Rigel and I cursed to ourselves, ducking under the spray of bullets sent at us. They were different than normal, but I paid them no attention. Rigel was hit. I watched as he started glowing blue, light pouring out of his mouth, nose, and eyes. In seconds, he was dead, burned to death. I sent my own fire back at them, hitting one lycan in several places. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nathaniel duck in. Humans all around us screamed and ducked, in a futile attempt to stay away from the trigger happy people around. In other words, the lycans and me. I spared a glance towards the human I noticed earlier. He had, at great risk to his own life, dashed across the fire to another human girl, who was shot with the lycan's bullets. Must be a doctor.
I saw one lycan going towards the unheeding pair, obviously in bloodlust. I filled the vile beast with white hot silver, effectively stopping it. The lycan didn't die, but it did writhe on the floor a bit. Nathaniel chased a lycan on the train. I followed him, but got split up. Humans screamed and screamed and hurt my eardrums. Nathaniel and the lycan disappeared, as did my prey. I was standing pressed up against a corner. I slowly looked around, then jerked back as a train whizzed past, passing within two inches of me. In the light from the cars, I could see blood smeared on the wall.
I followed the blood, stopping to pick up some bullets. They were still warm with lycan blood. I dropped them on the floor and followed the scent of blood. I went farther into what appeared to be a sewer system hooked up to the subway. Something was wrong though. I heard a huge ruckus beneath me. I went to a huge grate and dropped beneath it. Then I met my prey. I shot him a couple of times, waiting for him to go down. When he did, I put my foot on his chest, and in a moment of kindness, put him out of his misery with five bullets to the head.
I was investigating the rounds in the dead guys gun when a large lycan approached me. I didn't have any more magazines left. I stood up and threw four silver throwing stars at it. He reared back and let me escape with my life. I wasn't stupid to stay and fight a fully changed lycan.
Thoroughly pissed off, I ran to my car and drove home to Ordograz, where my night didn't get any better. I slammed open the doors, making a dramatic entrance, holding the gun I took off of the lycan. I brushed past the young servants offering to take my coat and stormed upstairs to the attic where the dojo was located. I slammed the magazine on the table in front of Khan.
"We've got a serious problem." Kahn looked at me, then squinted at the bullets. He carefully picked one up with a pair of tongs. "It's some type of irradiated fluid. I'll have to do some tests though."
I sighed, annoyed at the hovering Kraven. "Ultra-violet ammunition."
Kraven, of course, had to get in on the action. "Are you trying to say that lycans came up with a weapon specifically designed to kill vampires?"
"Nah, I'll bet its some sort of high-tech weapon they stole from the military," Kahn supplied. I was angry at being left out of a very important conversation and at the night's events.
"Well I don't care where they got it. Rigel's dead and Nathaniel could still be out there. What's more, by the commotion I heard, there seems to be a den of lycan, hundreds maybe, even thousands." This got Kahn's attention.
"There hasn't been a gathering of lycans that large since Lucian was killed. We've hunted them down into almost extinction." I sent a glare towards Kraven, silently telling him to shut the hell up.
"But you didn't actually see them…" Kahn questioned closely. What? Now he didn't believe me?
"No, but I know what I heard and I know what my gut tells me. We should send down a search team and-"
"Fine. Soren and his team will handle it."
"No, I want to lead the search team," I told him. I was the best Death Dealer.
"Absolutely not. I said Soren and his team will handle it." I glared and crossed by arms in front of my chest, stopping myself from throwing me onto him and strangling the life out of his puny body. "Hundreds, really."
Kraven dismissed me. As I passed him, I threw one last retort back at him. "Viktor would believe me." I went past him to my rooms, seeing the sneer fall off of his face. Behind me, I heard one of the maids, Erika I think, say 'I would never treat you like that.' 'No, of course not. And go and make sure she's ready for tonight.' All the way upstairs, I could feel Erika's anger hitting me. She obviously, like all the other girls, wanted Kraven. Kraven wanted me. I didn't want Kraven. If he was smart, he would hook up with one of the fawning fan club and leave me alone. That would make everyone happy.
Hey! Sorry if any of you sent an e-mail. Charter is down so I didn't get any. My inbox is probably overfilling.
phoenixoftheknight- if you sent me over 50 emails your dead! I know where you live! And I'm still plagued at night by the memory of you and Anna sticking my hair straight up and putting a feather in it sticking out the top. Did we get a grade on that project? I bet it was a baaaad one………. A very bad one….