Chapter Three: Bringham to His Knees

Jonathan was not a bright young man, though few would ever say so to his face. That little fact could have been attributed to several things; One, being his popularity among the jocks; another being the fact that, had he no failed the eight grade, three times, he most likely would have been a line backer on the Junior varsity football team. Anyone who was foolish enough to attack Jonathan with a sharp tongue usually ended up losing the battle of wit at the end of Jonathan's blunt fist. So, it's easy to understand exactly why Alisyn wished to be as cautious as possible when confronting this behemoth.

Alisyn had spent the better part of the previous night tossing and turning trying to come up with a plan to lure her unsuspecting prey to the storage facility without arousing suspicion from any more of her classmates. She had formulated a plan early in the morning, and with class time fast approaching, she knew it was her only course of action. She would start an insidious rumor about William and Jonathan being lovers. She would also make sure to let Alexander Jefferson, the biggest gossip spreader in the school, know about their hidden affair with the explicit instruction of "you didn't hear this from me, but…", just to be sure that Jonathan would know exactly where the rumors came from. Then, he would be sure to trail her home. She knew it was an awful plan, but it was the only plan she had, and she would make it work.

When Alisyn arrived at school, she was surprised to find that someone had left a note in her locker. She carefully read through the short and poorly written message several times before coming to understand the message that the author was trying to get through to her.

"Ali you better woch yoor back cuz i no u wuz with billy and i no u done sumthing to billy and im gonna woch u til i no wat u done too him. u best be goin home fast cuz i be behind u all the time til i no wat u did.

No Luv for hos,

Seecrit"

"Oh no," Alisyn exclaimed in an overly dramatic tone, "Some one is after me! What shall I ever do?"

Alisyn knew damn well who had concocted that particular butchering of the American language that she had found in her locker, and she laughed to herself as she noticed the buffoon trying to stay hidden as he stalked her through the hallway.

"Stupid boy,"She thought, "You've just made my day a whole lot easier."

She spent the next few hours looking over her shoulder and doing an artful performance of someone who was worried. She had Jonathan eating from the palm of her hand, and the entire time he thought he held the reigns. All she had to do was make him think he was in control, and everything would fall into place. She couldn't wait.

When the final bell rang to release the students from their daily tedium of note taking and fill-in-the-blank ditto sheets, Alisyn left with the rest of her classmates and began walking away from the protection of the county educational facility. For most this seemed like a normal thing, but Alisyn almost never walked home. Fortunately for her, no one seemed to notice. She kept a careful eye out to make sure that her prey was following her bait. And he was… for a while. After several blocks, Alisyn lost sight of the oaf that had been shadowing her for the better part of eight hours. It was almost as if he had just disappeared. Alisyn waited for a few minutes, but the boy did not show. So, she resumed her course, agitated with the thought of having to deal with Jonathan's existence for another day.

It wasn't quite dusk by the time Alisyn reached the storage hangar, but without someone trailing her she felt secure enough to just go in and wait for the sun to set. She made her way inside and started toward the corridor with the steps that led to the lower levels, but as she round the corner, she was knocked to the ground by a large, meaty fist. She stared up at her attacker, but the blow to the back of her neck had left her in a daze.

"Thought you could shake me by coming through here, bitch? Well I got news for ya, I ain't as stupid as people think I am."

The looming figure was unmistakable. Jonathan had somehow managed to slip in ahead of her, and it was becoming more and more obvious that he wanted more than answers.

"I know you done something to Billy. I don't know how you killed him, but I know you had something to do with him being dead! And if ya know what's good for ya, you'll do exactly as I say, or I'll tell the cops how you met with Billy at the park and told him all that shit about vampires."

At this point Jonathan had clamped his hand over Alisyn's mouth and was groping ineptly at the struggling girls skirt with his free hand. He had managed to get his hand as far as her thigh before she tore into his hand with her teeth and began screaming.

"Brahm!"

Jonathan slapped her across the face and clamped his bloody hand back over the girl's mouth. Working more feverishly and aggressively Jonathan began removing Alisyn's underwear. Just then, Jonathan heard a noise that made him pause. At first it was nothing more than a light clicking sound, but as the sound drew closer, another sound joined in. A low wet guttural noise, and a slow thick dripping. Jonathan turned slowly to see what was approaching, but all he could make out were two iridescent green orbs about fifty feet behind him. As he squinted to get a better view, his grip on his captive loosened just enough for Alisyn to utter a few more words.

"Brahm! Kill!"

The orbs flashed bright red, and in an instant Brahm was on Jonathan, teeth ripping into his arms and legs, claws shredding skin and clothing from his back. Jonathan struggled, but to no avail. Brahm snapped his limbs like toothpicks and wrapped his massive jaw around Jonathan's skull.

"Oh god." Jonathan half whimpered- half gasped. "Please help me."

Alisyn took a moment to gather her self, and then she knelt down in front of the broken body that was dangling from her beloved pet's mouth. She leaned for ward and kissed Jonathan on the forehead.

"Not even your god can save you now" She whispered softly into his ear and then kissed him on the forehead once again.

Alisyn stood and began to walk away. Jonathan let out a final scream as Brahm shook his lifeless body like a rag doll, breaking his neck and tearing his head from his body. Alisyn smiled and began walking toward the office, to her favorite spot on the luxurious couch.

"Sorry sir, Brahm got to this one before I could get him here." She half laughed as she spoke. "Seems this one was a little too eager to get here."

"As long as you are unharmed, that is all that matters." The man's voice was more calming than it had been in recent memory. It seemed as though he was very pleased with him self. "I've called in a favor concerning your Detective Russman. It turns out he has some talent in him, and it would be a shame to put a good sleuth's talents to waste. He will be making a report on young Mr. Medaeo's 'cult related' death. Once he's done with that little cover-up operation, I'll have further plans for him…"