Note: (it's my excuse for not updating, so if you dont care then just skip to the story.) Ok, two jobs and an upcoming vacation have left me exhausted. Good news isI get to go to San Fran for a week to party with a few cousins then head on over to Alberta and visit with my mommy. I know it took long enough butI hope its worth the wait. My weird method of writing doesnt help either. I write all the major events in my story then piece them together later. i find it makes more sense. Anyway, thanks for the time and hope you waste some more to review it. It keeps me awake after i get home from dressing up as Mr Smee and dancing around to get the attention away from Captain Hook...dont ask, just know those kids at Disney are brutal.
"Look. Its not that hard." Danica felt like strangling the newest edition to her vampire family. "You just bite and drink." Hannibal King just stared at her.
"Have you ever thought of seeking professional help? You know, spank your inner monkey?"
"You have to eat. The hunger is stronger than you realize." She ignored his comment and he looked at the familiar waiting patiently in front of him. He knew Danica had promised the young woman immortality and he knew she would never get it. "Come on, precious." Danica said in a rare sweet, soft tone. "It goes by so quick. You'll think nothing of it." He approached the young woman, touching her face, then tangling his fingers in her hair using it to tug her head gently to the side. He closed in on her neck and when his lips felt the pulsing beneath her skin, he felt it was more than easy to sink his sharp teeth in, seeking for nourishment.
"Ow," her pulse berated him further, "stop," she struggled but Hannibal was beyond conscience thought. His mind screamed with hunger. He heard her earth shattering scream and he ripped himself from her neck.
"Oh God." Danica approached him, putting a hand on his stomach.
"Now, don't you feel better." She redirected his gaze to her.
"What did you do to me?" He grabbed her shoulders roughly. "What the fuck did you do to me?"
"I made you stronger," she pushed his arms away. "I made you faster. There are millions who would kill to be in your place." She looked at the young woman painting the stygian floor with the rest of her blood. "You cant keep up with this sentimental crap. It's time to grow up, Hannibal." His brow furrowed as he stared at her, stunned. He barely registered their door opening. The medium build vampire with blonde hair that entered seemed out of breath, twitchy. He only took two steps into the room, desperate to not let the door close behind him.
"Ms. Talos. We have a situation downtown. It may have been Blade."
"Damn it." Danica's expression showed little trace of the stress that usual accompanies the statement. "How do you know?"
"Because there was no one left, ma'am." Her fists clenched when she sensed the vampire's fear. "This has to end. How is brainiac doing with the artifacts?"
"He's burning through the night, ma'am. He should have something by morning."
"Tell him that's not the only thing that'll be burning if he doesn't hurry up."
"Yes, ma'am" The blonde stood still at the door, expecting more.
"Now would be great. You know, if your not to busy." Her smug tone shook the vampire out of his stupor and he closed the door behind him.
"What was that?" Hannibal asked her. If he wanted to leave this inferno, he needed to learn as much as he could, as fast as he could.
"Don't worry about it. Just know that getting food for us is going to get much easier soon."
"Who is a blade?" He insisted and noticed her choleric mood was about to manifest. It was only so far he could push her.
"Blade is our enemy. He will kill you without any hesitation. If you see him… run."
"Comforting…so, what's he look like?
Abigail woke to the sound of someone knocking on her bedroom door. The voice of her angry mother filtered through. For a momentshe was glad she always locked her door before going to sleep every night. This at least gave her a short reprieve before the verbal assault that she knew was about to come.
"Abigail Gardner open this door!" Her mother banged on the door.
"There are no Gardners in here."
"Do not test my patience, young lady." Abigail dressed quickly as her mother berated her through the wooden barrier.
"And here I thought you had no patience."
"Open the door!"
"Okay, alright. Don't have aneurysm." She opened the door giving her mother a haughty glare. "What?"
Her mother held up a silver stake in response. " Where did you get this?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I thought I told you, you are not so see that man."
"That man is my father and I've never seen him. Okay!" She snatched the silver from her mother's hand and tucked it away in one of her cargo pant pockets. "He sent it by mail."
"Now ladies, I think we should all just calm down and talk this over a cup of tea." Her stepfather came into the hallway where the battle was taking place. He was always trying to be peacemaker. She almost felt sorry for him.
"Stay out of this, Dick." Almost.
"His name is Richard. Don't be rude." Her mother came to his defense. "…I honestly don't know where I went wrong with you. I taught you better than this. I taught you to be smarter."
"You did." Her mother's guilt began to wear on her. "That's why I cant ignore what's out there…even if you can," she walked past her stepfather hoping to leave her troubles behind.
"What is she talking about?" Richard took a step towards his wife.
"I don't know." She lied, avoiding his gaze.
"We have to do something drastic. Her 18th birthday is in two weeks. There has to be a solution before it's too late." Her mother sighed and looked at the door her daughter had walked out of just moments before.
Once Abigail was outside, she took a deep breath. It was amazing how claustrophobic she could get in her mother's apartment but feel so free in her small room as long as the door was locked.
It was an early summer Saturday morning but she decided to find something to test out the new stake that felt heavy in her pocket. She remembered leaving the silver souvenir in her book bag. Her mother had to have dug under all the crumpled paper and age-old candy wrappers to find it. She made a mental note to hide her toys better in the future.
"Abigail! Abigail!" The ultimate in irritating voices called out to her, and she knew the individual that fit the vocalization was closing in on her.
"Hey, Connie." Abby turned to face the slim, petite 15 year old. She wished she regretted saving Connie from being the main entrée in a vampire thanksgiving, but she didn't, she needed the company.
"Are you going to hunt vampires?"
"Lower your voice, Connie." Abby her pulled aside. "Yes, I'm going to go look for vampires, but you cant come and you know why." She was Connie nod to try and dismiss what she had been told a hundred times.
"Because I cant fight and that'll be a danger to us both." Connie recited. "But I want to help. I want to save people, like you…I don't want to be scared any more."
"You don't have to be scared, Connie. You have that stake I gave you." Abby continued to walk, now with a new goal in mind. To spend her last five bucks on a McGriddle. "You haven't taught me how to use it."
"It's not that hard, Connie. Just go for the heart. Either way it'll burn them. It's silver."
"You know what I mean, Abigail. I don't have the skill to get close enough to use it."
"You're not supposed to. It's for emergency only. You don't need to get closer when a vamp is breathing down your neck."
"That's not what I meant either... Why wont you let anyone help? It's safer for you if you have someone with you."
"The only person that can help me is my father. I'm going to find him and make him teach me to be a better hunter." Abigail never felt more passionate about anything than finding her father.
"Can I come?" Connie jumped at the chance to include herself in an adventure. Abby just hoped it wouldn't get her killed.
"No, Connie." She chuckled. "But you can come with me to get something to eat."
"I guess I'll settle then." Connie sighed and the girls headed to not-so-nutritious fulfillment.