Heaven or Hell
By Queen Emeraldis
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The sun comforted the weary room.
The blonde man was beginning to worry on the behalf of his former rescuer, now injured and unconscious. She was lucky. That situation was close. Too close for comfort, you might say. He gritted his teeth.
It angered him. The blonde man gave a look of disgust, with hands clenched into fists. How could anything be so emotionless? How could they just cause pain without any regret or fear of the victim's death? They were so heartless. Pure evil. How was it possible that such pure sin such as humans, become the sin they fell themselves? To become the evil, it seemed effortless to the vampires.
The woman in the bed next to his chair began to stir. He watched cautiously, to see if there were any signs of poisoning. The vampire that attacked her had managed to bite her, but he shot it before it could drink her blood. The vampire also did severely scratch her shoulder and back, and the wounds were quite open. The blonde man did fear that the same vampire would come back, because they always feed on their chosen prey. Always.
The woman's eyes winced, and began to weakly flutter open. She stared almost obliviously at the ceiling, when her eyes suddenly focused she shot up and looked around. She then noticed that she had no shirt, just her undergarments, and bandages. Embarrassed and modest, she immediately pulled the covers over herself, and then realized all the pain that shot through her during her hasty movements.
"Stop, no, lay back down. You've been wounded, don't make it worse!" The blonde man said forcefully at her with a hint of smile and friendliness. That, and he was waving his hands around like an idiot. She obeyed, knowing that it was probably the best thing for her to do. She couldn't remember anything that happened after the blow to her back. She did, however, remember that the blonde man seemed to have taken down four vampires that attacked him. [She had already figured that her attacker was a vampire itself.] Not to mention he was still here.
"H-how . . ." Talking even hurt, it was like an unbearable pain, like a large pole was belting your jaw. She was too curious to care, so she continued to question him.
"How...how did...you..." Meryl was cut off by the blonde man's voice, who seemed unusually cheery considering the fact that not too long ago he was attacked by vampires. He smiled and rubbed the back of her head as she spoke.
"Well, you see... uh..." He was stumbling over the words, like what he did was an accident, or possibly he didn't want her to know.
"I guess I just got lucky!" He spat out forcefully, with a big lying smile on his face. What did he take her for? She wasn't a clueless ditz. No one gets lucky four times in a row! Especially if what you're taking on are vampires! It was definitely unheard of. Not a normal thing for a guy who was previously wounded a day before taking down three of what knocked his lights out a small while before.
Meryl simply accepted the fact that he didn't want her to know. That, and it felt like several bullets passing through her everytime she talked. She merely grunted as she tried to turn on her side to face him, keeping herself covered. She was parched, and tried to motion for a drink. Hoping he wasn't lacking in common sense, she grabbed her throat and swallowed loudly. He got the hint and went to the other room to grab a glass of water.
Meryl turned back around and managed to get herself to sit up, while enduring all the pain handed to her and keeping the covers over her nearly bare body. She held her hand to her head, and wondered. What was Milly doing? Meryl simply thought that Millie had figured she went out. She didn't want to get showered by the loads of questions if Millie found out Meryl was attacked. Not like she was bitten...
Meryl stopped herself. Had she been bitten? She hadn't even bothered to check. She pulled her arm to her neck and pressed hard. There were two holes, tattooed into her skin. She jolted her and back and stared at it. No blood came forth. She quickly pressed again. It was too terrible to be real. She began to panic. This wasn't happening. Her face became blotchy as she hunched forward, and she rammed into the glass trying to be handed to her.
"What is it? What's wrong?" The tall blonde asked curiously. Like he hadn't noticed? She had been bitten!
"I... I've been..." She couldn't get the words out, so she turned her head and pointed to the holes imprinted in her neck.
"Oh, I know." That was it! That's all he could say! She lifted her arm to punch him, before he backed away smiling, again. "Time out! Time out! Lemme explain first! Sheesh! You were bitten, yes, but nothing happened honest! You're all right! Nothing happened!" He said with a flat face.
Meryl felt relieved, but not relieved enough. She quivered at the thought of a vampire plunging its two teeth to her neck and piercing her flesh, wanting to steal her blood from her. She laid back down and faced away from him. She felt the need to get answers.
"So, h-how did you do it?" She questioned him.
"I already told you..."
"Really. How did you really do it?" She wanted the real answer. She felt that it would make her feel better, if she knew he killed it, hurt it, revenged her for being bitten and smashed in the back.
His face straightened. He knew she wouldn't give up. He exhaled a loud sigh, and sat on the edge of the bed. He stared forward. He grabbed his gun from the table, and opened the chamber, and a single shell fell out. Only one.
One? Meryl thought. When they put him in his room, he only had six bullets, he couldn't have reloaded it, he was sleeping the whole time! It's nearly impossible to hit a vampire with a single bullet; you'd have to catch it completely off guard! So how could this man, this man with spike straight hair and a lanky figure, how could he...
"No. I didn't kill him. He simply ran off after I shot him in the shoulder. He will be back. They always come back. Always."
The words did very little to comfort her.
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Meryl awoke in a once again sunny room. She had opened her eyes toward the window, and nearly blinded herself. She didn't hurt anymore, and figured that she slept all day, which wasn't a good thing. Milly must have worried about her. She turned over, accidentally uncovering herself, and hastily pulling the sheets back onto her, before realizing what lay in front of her.
On the couch was the blonde man, lying there like a baby. His tall body did not fit on the couch well, and his limbs were spread about it in all directions. His hair that usually was spike straight was in his eyes and face, not to mention falling down in every direction. It was an odd look, him sitting there in a huge shirt and grey sweatpants. It was amazing her didn't burn up in this heat.
She shifted herself to the edge of the bed. She did everything very stealthily, hoping that he wouldn't wake up. After all, she had no shirt. Just some bloody bandages. Maybe she could grab one of his shirts, or something, just as long as she could get up to her room and change.
She set her feet on the floor, which began to creak with the little pressure sat on them. So, instead of having to slowly stretch out the noise, she simply jumped up from the bed, and straightened the small shorts she had fallen asleep in the day prior to this one. She searched the room for some clothing somewhere. She noticed that within one day, his room that was previously clean had become a bit of a clutter. It seemed that the only clothes he was that huge red coat that hung across the room, and the shirt he was wearing now.
Deciding against declothing him for a shirt, she headed over to the jacket. She took cautious quiet steps, stepping only with the ball of her foot. As she approached the couch, she approached with even more caution and stealth than before. She did not want to be seen walking around in shorts and bandages. [He probably saw enough when he put the bandages on her the first time. ] When he began to stir, she froze. An arm fell off and tapped the ground, and his brow twitched. Thankful that he did not wake up, she continued to walk to the jacket.
It was now right in front of her, she grabbed it and tugged it down, unaware at the time how much it weighed. She nearly fell when she grabbed it. Trying to find the right hole to fit through, she was alarmed when she heard a sudden noise.
"Doncha think that's a little bit too big?" The blonde man said dumbly. She could have killed him. He was staring right at her. She yanked the coat up over herself and cursed loudly at him.
"You STUPID BROOM HEAD! Can't you see that I'm TRYING TO SHIELD MYSELF FROM YOUR EYES! Turn AROUND!" Meryl barked. She struggled to get the coat over her. As it fell around her, it began to move violently with her struggling.
"Wow, bitch-y." The blonde man commented. He was rewarded with glass hurled at him, nearly missing his head. He yelped and turned around. There was the girl in red. The coat was much too big on her, and slumped all around her body. It drug all over the ground around her. She was obviously healed now, and steaming mad.
"You could have had the dignity to fetch me a shirt. You didn't have to leave me there like that!" And with that she left the room with the coat dragging far behind her.
"Hey! I need that... back."
The slamming of the door cut him off.
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Meryl was so angry she couldn't see straight, not to mention fit back into her daily outfit. As she struggled to pull the shirt on, she could hear Milly lightly humming in the other room. It was an all too familiar song. How Meryl loved that song. She began to sing it to herself.
"So, on the first evening a pebble, from somewhere out of nowhere dropped upon a dreaming world." Meryl smiled as she sang. She resituated her clothes and dug for her suitcase with tools and other items in it.
She pulled the suitcase out, and put in the combinations to the three padlocks securing it. What was in the suitcase was very important. The 'tools' were her derringers, each loaded full, and the other stuff being the cape securing all derringers neatly in a purple haze of cloth. She lifted it up, and with a quick movement the cape was now on her shoulders. The white matched the rest of her outfit, as did the purple.
She walked slowly into the kitchen and grabbed her boots. She sat on the chair next to the table, and quickly began stuffing them on. Millie looked at her puzzled.
"What is it Millie?" Meryl quickly snapped.
"Oh, I was just wondering what your doing that's all," Millie said a little held back. Millie knew she had quite the temper right now, she didn't want to upset her.
"I'm going to take that blondie and beat the hell out of him until he gives me some information, that's what I'm doing!" And with that, she left with yet another slamming of the door.
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Not a lot of action and adventure in that chapter, but nonetheless, it was a needed chapter. -_-' Sorry it took forever, but I had lot's of homework. (Runs into the other room and cries.) Also, sorry it isn't long. I plan to try and update every other day. I really hope it is successful. Oh yeah, I already got reviews! I'm so happy!
By Queen Emeraldis
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The sun comforted the weary room.
The blonde man was beginning to worry on the behalf of his former rescuer, now injured and unconscious. She was lucky. That situation was close. Too close for comfort, you might say. He gritted his teeth.
It angered him. The blonde man gave a look of disgust, with hands clenched into fists. How could anything be so emotionless? How could they just cause pain without any regret or fear of the victim's death? They were so heartless. Pure evil. How was it possible that such pure sin such as humans, become the sin they fell themselves? To become the evil, it seemed effortless to the vampires.
The woman in the bed next to his chair began to stir. He watched cautiously, to see if there were any signs of poisoning. The vampire that attacked her had managed to bite her, but he shot it before it could drink her blood. The vampire also did severely scratch her shoulder and back, and the wounds were quite open. The blonde man did fear that the same vampire would come back, because they always feed on their chosen prey. Always.
The woman's eyes winced, and began to weakly flutter open. She stared almost obliviously at the ceiling, when her eyes suddenly focused she shot up and looked around. She then noticed that she had no shirt, just her undergarments, and bandages. Embarrassed and modest, she immediately pulled the covers over herself, and then realized all the pain that shot through her during her hasty movements.
"Stop, no, lay back down. You've been wounded, don't make it worse!" The blonde man said forcefully at her with a hint of smile and friendliness. That, and he was waving his hands around like an idiot. She obeyed, knowing that it was probably the best thing for her to do. She couldn't remember anything that happened after the blow to her back. She did, however, remember that the blonde man seemed to have taken down four vampires that attacked him. [She had already figured that her attacker was a vampire itself.] Not to mention he was still here.
"H-how . . ." Talking even hurt, it was like an unbearable pain, like a large pole was belting your jaw. She was too curious to care, so she continued to question him.
"How...how did...you..." Meryl was cut off by the blonde man's voice, who seemed unusually cheery considering the fact that not too long ago he was attacked by vampires. He smiled and rubbed the back of her head as she spoke.
"Well, you see... uh..." He was stumbling over the words, like what he did was an accident, or possibly he didn't want her to know.
"I guess I just got lucky!" He spat out forcefully, with a big lying smile on his face. What did he take her for? She wasn't a clueless ditz. No one gets lucky four times in a row! Especially if what you're taking on are vampires! It was definitely unheard of. Not a normal thing for a guy who was previously wounded a day before taking down three of what knocked his lights out a small while before.
Meryl simply accepted the fact that he didn't want her to know. That, and it felt like several bullets passing through her everytime she talked. She merely grunted as she tried to turn on her side to face him, keeping herself covered. She was parched, and tried to motion for a drink. Hoping he wasn't lacking in common sense, she grabbed her throat and swallowed loudly. He got the hint and went to the other room to grab a glass of water.
Meryl turned back around and managed to get herself to sit up, while enduring all the pain handed to her and keeping the covers over her nearly bare body. She held her hand to her head, and wondered. What was Milly doing? Meryl simply thought that Millie had figured she went out. She didn't want to get showered by the loads of questions if Millie found out Meryl was attacked. Not like she was bitten...
Meryl stopped herself. Had she been bitten? She hadn't even bothered to check. She pulled her arm to her neck and pressed hard. There were two holes, tattooed into her skin. She jolted her and back and stared at it. No blood came forth. She quickly pressed again. It was too terrible to be real. She began to panic. This wasn't happening. Her face became blotchy as she hunched forward, and she rammed into the glass trying to be handed to her.
"What is it? What's wrong?" The tall blonde asked curiously. Like he hadn't noticed? She had been bitten!
"I... I've been..." She couldn't get the words out, so she turned her head and pointed to the holes imprinted in her neck.
"Oh, I know." That was it! That's all he could say! She lifted her arm to punch him, before he backed away smiling, again. "Time out! Time out! Lemme explain first! Sheesh! You were bitten, yes, but nothing happened honest! You're all right! Nothing happened!" He said with a flat face.
Meryl felt relieved, but not relieved enough. She quivered at the thought of a vampire plunging its two teeth to her neck and piercing her flesh, wanting to steal her blood from her. She laid back down and faced away from him. She felt the need to get answers.
"So, h-how did you do it?" She questioned him.
"I already told you..."
"Really. How did you really do it?" She wanted the real answer. She felt that it would make her feel better, if she knew he killed it, hurt it, revenged her for being bitten and smashed in the back.
His face straightened. He knew she wouldn't give up. He exhaled a loud sigh, and sat on the edge of the bed. He stared forward. He grabbed his gun from the table, and opened the chamber, and a single shell fell out. Only one.
One? Meryl thought. When they put him in his room, he only had six bullets, he couldn't have reloaded it, he was sleeping the whole time! It's nearly impossible to hit a vampire with a single bullet; you'd have to catch it completely off guard! So how could this man, this man with spike straight hair and a lanky figure, how could he...
"No. I didn't kill him. He simply ran off after I shot him in the shoulder. He will be back. They always come back. Always."
The words did very little to comfort her.
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Meryl awoke in a once again sunny room. She had opened her eyes toward the window, and nearly blinded herself. She didn't hurt anymore, and figured that she slept all day, which wasn't a good thing. Milly must have worried about her. She turned over, accidentally uncovering herself, and hastily pulling the sheets back onto her, before realizing what lay in front of her.
On the couch was the blonde man, lying there like a baby. His tall body did not fit on the couch well, and his limbs were spread about it in all directions. His hair that usually was spike straight was in his eyes and face, not to mention falling down in every direction. It was an odd look, him sitting there in a huge shirt and grey sweatpants. It was amazing her didn't burn up in this heat.
She shifted herself to the edge of the bed. She did everything very stealthily, hoping that he wouldn't wake up. After all, she had no shirt. Just some bloody bandages. Maybe she could grab one of his shirts, or something, just as long as she could get up to her room and change.
She set her feet on the floor, which began to creak with the little pressure sat on them. So, instead of having to slowly stretch out the noise, she simply jumped up from the bed, and straightened the small shorts she had fallen asleep in the day prior to this one. She searched the room for some clothing somewhere. She noticed that within one day, his room that was previously clean had become a bit of a clutter. It seemed that the only clothes he was that huge red coat that hung across the room, and the shirt he was wearing now.
Deciding against declothing him for a shirt, she headed over to the jacket. She took cautious quiet steps, stepping only with the ball of her foot. As she approached the couch, she approached with even more caution and stealth than before. She did not want to be seen walking around in shorts and bandages. [He probably saw enough when he put the bandages on her the first time. ] When he began to stir, she froze. An arm fell off and tapped the ground, and his brow twitched. Thankful that he did not wake up, she continued to walk to the jacket.
It was now right in front of her, she grabbed it and tugged it down, unaware at the time how much it weighed. She nearly fell when she grabbed it. Trying to find the right hole to fit through, she was alarmed when she heard a sudden noise.
"Doncha think that's a little bit too big?" The blonde man said dumbly. She could have killed him. He was staring right at her. She yanked the coat up over herself and cursed loudly at him.
"You STUPID BROOM HEAD! Can't you see that I'm TRYING TO SHIELD MYSELF FROM YOUR EYES! Turn AROUND!" Meryl barked. She struggled to get the coat over her. As it fell around her, it began to move violently with her struggling.
"Wow, bitch-y." The blonde man commented. He was rewarded with glass hurled at him, nearly missing his head. He yelped and turned around. There was the girl in red. The coat was much too big on her, and slumped all around her body. It drug all over the ground around her. She was obviously healed now, and steaming mad.
"You could have had the dignity to fetch me a shirt. You didn't have to leave me there like that!" And with that she left the room with the coat dragging far behind her.
"Hey! I need that... back."
The slamming of the door cut him off.
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Meryl was so angry she couldn't see straight, not to mention fit back into her daily outfit. As she struggled to pull the shirt on, she could hear Milly lightly humming in the other room. It was an all too familiar song. How Meryl loved that song. She began to sing it to herself.
"So, on the first evening a pebble, from somewhere out of nowhere dropped upon a dreaming world." Meryl smiled as she sang. She resituated her clothes and dug for her suitcase with tools and other items in it.
She pulled the suitcase out, and put in the combinations to the three padlocks securing it. What was in the suitcase was very important. The 'tools' were her derringers, each loaded full, and the other stuff being the cape securing all derringers neatly in a purple haze of cloth. She lifted it up, and with a quick movement the cape was now on her shoulders. The white matched the rest of her outfit, as did the purple.
She walked slowly into the kitchen and grabbed her boots. She sat on the chair next to the table, and quickly began stuffing them on. Millie looked at her puzzled.
"What is it Millie?" Meryl quickly snapped.
"Oh, I was just wondering what your doing that's all," Millie said a little held back. Millie knew she had quite the temper right now, she didn't want to upset her.
"I'm going to take that blondie and beat the hell out of him until he gives me some information, that's what I'm doing!" And with that, she left with yet another slamming of the door.
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Not a lot of action and adventure in that chapter, but nonetheless, it was a needed chapter. -_-' Sorry it took forever, but I had lot's of homework. (Runs into the other room and cries.) Also, sorry it isn't long. I plan to try and update every other day. I really hope it is successful. Oh yeah, I already got reviews! I'm so happy!