Ch. 8 You again

I wasn't told a whole hell of a lot once we got out of the complex and were driving south of Maple St. I found out Chupa and Johan were part of a group of "vampire" hunters called, The Blood Pack, organized two years ago and trained to take out some guy named Blade. Their plans were changed though. They ended up joining with Blade when a group of creatures, the reepers, started attacking the vampires and making more of their kind. Apparently a vampire over lord named Daviskinos wanted to make some kind of super vamp and it back fired so he needed help in destroying his creation before it could get any worse. Priest had gotten killed, from what they've told me, during one of the hunts.

Another fun fact learnt today. Vampires and other creatures do exist but they're really organized and hush, hush so that's why this information isn't old stuff already.

"Is that all you're going to tell me?" I asked. I was sitting in the passenger seat, Johan was driving, and Chupa was ridding tail like a cab customer. I bet he would glare at me if I were to steal a glance at him over my shoulder.

"For now, yes." Johan answered looking straight ahead. Features set in a serious straight line.

"What's all this vampire and reeper bullshit you're trying to get me to swallow?" I stole a glance at Johan, then Chupa sitting quietly like a servant waiting for his command. I even think he was holding his breath through those curved smiling lips. They were both smiling.

"What's so amusing?" Johan shook his head slightly.

"Miss Merrill, like all humans, you are blind to reality, to the real world. It is just a candy coating to you and you do not bother look to anything else but the candy. Like a child. Even after all that you have seen you still refuse to believe what your eyes see."

"Priest said that." I faced forward again. I didn't know whether to believe them or not. I was taught to be open to anything. To not make assumptions, well keep them to myself anyways. Never say someone's wrong unless I was absolutely sure they were.

"He did, did he? What else did he tell you?" Johan never took his eyes off the road as he asked me this. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye.

"He said you were hunting reepers."

"Yes, yes we were. Is that all?"

"Yeah."

Johan seemed to think about what we were talking about for a moment. He was still and quiet like a perfect statue, he was losing himself in thought, then he glanced at me. A quick jerk of his eyes. It reminded me of on of those movies were the doll comes to life and when your looking at it its head suddenly turns to you.

"He injured you as well." I gently touched the bandage on my neck.

I was silent for a moment before speaking.

"You one of them?"

Johan, glancing at me again, smiled as he answered.

"No need to worry. I'm not going to bite you Miss Merrill unless that is your wish…… I highly doubt it is." He smiled wider showing his own set of small, marble-like, white fangs.

" You're annoyingly polite."

"It is only fair Miss Merrill that I show you respect in return for my causing all this trouble this evening."

"You're not the only one but thanks anyway."

We made a left turn on a back street I didn't recognize. Street lamps and the headlights of our vehicle were the only things lighting up the narrow street. There were no houses or buildings except for an old rundown warehouse I could barely make out in the distance.

"What is that?" I asked pointing towards the warehouse.

"It's the beginning of the truth for you."

"Truth about what? You? Vampires? Tell me why I am involved in this and why are Priest and I dreaming of each other."

"All in time Miss Merrill."

"No! You tell me now and I swear to God you call me Miss Merrill again I will kill you."

"I told you she was feisty ." Chupa spoke up from the back. I mentally glared at him. I was too busy with Mr. Suave to actually turn around and hit Chupa. Besides I knew they had been watching me regardless of what they said.

"What's the real plan? I know you didn't just come here and get me because of a few stupid dreams."

"Fine," Johan sighed, "I will stop bullshitting you. Why do you think you and Priest would be having such strong dreams? Why would they be so intimate, I know they are. Maybe not the way you think but the feeling is still there."

"I don't know."

"Yes, I believe you do."

"You telling me we were lovers or something in a past life?"

"Is that what you think?"

"No. Maybe, I don't know."

"Think about it. What all did you see in your dreams. Did it take you a while to recognize yourself? What about Priest? How long did it take you to realize who he was?"

"It was just dreams. That's all it was, dreams. And you never look the same as you do in real life when you're in a dream." My mind was swarming. I couldn't think straight. We pulled in front of the warehouse and parked the car.

"You know it was more than just some dreams, Jeweliah. You were having them during the day, unexpectedly."

"Ok say I believe you. Why would we be dreaming of it now?"

"two people in love can feel, sence each other thousands of miles away. The closer they get the stronger the sense.. There is also a myth that says in the time of need two who are destined to be will dream of their love or pass it on to their next and they will be brought together to stop what bad is done."
"So…. Priest and I are next in line for an action/romance love fest."

"No," Johan completely ignored my statement, "I'm saying you and Priest are the reincarnations of two people who were in love and indeed had the task of trying to stop the world from being destroyed."

"I'm not a hero and I'm not in love."

"You're lying."

"No I'm not." I opened the car door and got out. The cool breeze on my face felt good, soothing. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the entrance.

The cold steel handle of the big metal doors were like ice against my hands. It made me shiver. With a swift yank I pulled the doors open a gush of air blew against my face as the doors squeaked on their hinges from the weight and slowly parted. It was nothing but a huge empty space, like the club. Their was no D J booth or a bar though.

The far left side of the wall had been torn down half way up making a whole other empty space, only iron railing prevented a perfect ledge. I heard foot steps echoing on the concrete floor and against the walls. I waited. And waited. Finally I saw who it was.

Priest.

He casually leaned against the railing. He had gotten his red leather jacket back and it shined glossy in the light.

"Well, well. I never dreamed I would see you again, especially with these two." Priest nodded in Johan and Chupa's direction. They had been standing in the door way of the ware house.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hall ass up there and beat the shit out of you." Priest masked a fake hurt expression.

"So mean. I did you a favor, I thought you would be grateful."

"Well I'm not. You bit me you stupid bastard.'

"Yes I did and I must say I quite enjoyed it. You have a very powerful serge to you or I should say your blood does."

"Well if this power only had a gun, she would shoot you." Priest smiled and started walking towards some stairs I hadn't seen before. He slyly walked down them and towards me. That smile never leaving his face. He stopped about two feet away fro me. The color of his eyes had changed again, this time they were green, an emerald green any cat would envy. Hell Giles might even attack him if he knew how green and beautiful this mans eyes were. I wouldn't hold it against him, that's for sure. In any case though, I was going to have to be a bitch about it.

"Your eyes change color naturally or are you just trying to make me nervous?"

"What do you think?"

"Bastard." I mumbled turning my face away.

"You know that's the second time you've called me that." Priest's voice was low; warning.

"Then I guess that makes it true." I turned around to go and walk out but my way was still blocked by Johan and Chupa. I glared.

"If you're not going to tell me what we're doing here then move out of my way and let me leave. We're certainly not making any progress by just standing here and playing games." I threw a glance at Priest with the last of that statement. Johan glanced at Chupa, face expressionless. He looked back at me eyes wide and truthful. He was ready to tell me the truth.

A.N. Ya! Ch 8. I really hope you guys are enjoying it, I'm having a lot of fun writing it. I just Flight of the Phoenix so that means more of Tony Curran! I love him. I just hope I'm doing him justice in this fic, he kind of reminds me of his character, Emerson, on Touching Evil. Well I think so.

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