By: Lady Isis
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon and most probably never will, I only use the characters to write fictional stories. However the story line for Cursed Blood belongs to me.
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Chapter 2 Big Boom
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"Here" I said as I handed the taxi driver a couple of bills.
"Miss are you sure you want to stay here?" The taxi driver asked taking a long drag of his cigarette.
He was concerned, how touching, considering he looked like a sweaty over weight hippo covered with tattoos, but then all he wanted was more money driving me back, what a cynical world it is.
I walked off without even answering I had a job to do I could not skimp out of it. 'The Snare' was were I was headed a Vamp run night club, I could see its flickering neon lights over the door just ahead and underneath it men were leaning up against the walls checking out the woman who walked past. As I walked up the path they began to catcall but I just moved past ignoring them. However my controlled temper was almost ruined when one attempted to slap my butt making a growl form in my throat as I swiped his hand away and walked through the doors. I heard a word that sounded remarkably like 'bitch' but that's all they were, just words they were all talk and no show.
Outside it was a mess of fast food wrappers, hookers, junkies and dirt. Inside was no better it stunk of feet, sweat and vomit but then it's what I expected the nightclub to be like. It was crammed full of people men and women alike mostly vamps but none stood out they were all weak, but then again what did I expect, the strong ones had better things to do then hang around a cheap club. Oh well I might not kill any strong ones tonight but I would definitely kill a large potion.
Ignoring my disgust I got to business walking around the club getting engaged in a couple of dances using my partners to disguise the drop offs of the small bombs tucked in the pockets of my leather jacket.
All my dance partners were monsters; one guy had vibes of a werewolf with a nose piercing through the centre skin of his nostrils and a real pig's ring to match. The worst thing about him was his breath; it was positively capital letter V-I-L-E it almost made me want to faint from its stench as it rolled over my head, luckily I was shunted from partner to partner so I didn't have to smell for long and it also give me plenty of opportunities to dispose of the explosives.
Running out of breath and bombs I walked to the bar for refreshments. Of course there were vampires hanging all over the place swinging on poles and off the bar practically wearing nothing. One peroxide blond took particular interest in me, shoving her extremely large and plastic chest in my face dancing seductively twisting her fingers around the straps of her top pulling its already low neck line down to give a better view, she should know that I don't have any interest in woman or even men for that matter.
Lita once called me a woman who never developed hormones because I always seemed to be dateless or un-interested for anything human. The same applied for the Miss. Vamp here before me. I tried to ignore her, but the thing is, her vampire brain must had rotted so much since her death that she was having a hard time trying to figure out I wasn't interested and only got the message when I lost my temper and shoved her off the table where she landed unceremoniously on the floor. I laughed at her as she stalked off in a huff sending a nasty glare my way.
Calming down I said "Whisky sour" to the nearest attendant dropping some coins on the counter as he handed the drink. I took tiny little sips I couldn't afford to get drunk not tonight the drink was mainly served as a distraction.
Above the counter I looked calm sipping my drink, under the counter was another matter, concealed by my jacket and lip of the table my hand was working furiously to attach the main bomb to the underside of the bar counter. When I do manage to attach the bomb it shall be controlled by remote to detonate at my choosing. Three bombs would be enough to blow the place apart but I want the job to be efficient and not one vamp to live to tell the tale so I planted another three electrically connected to the main bomb to detonate simultaneously.
When the bomb was connected under the counter I slipped off the barstool abandoning three quarters of my drink and made the made the slow journey out the club shrugging off the attempts from others to dance.
Out side the fresher-than-in-there air hit me in the face, never had I been so glad to breathe in the polluted New York oxygen. To finish the job I ambled down the street as surreptitious as possible, slipping into the protection of a side alley.
This was the high light of the job and with that I hit the remote button with out hesitation, the sound of the boom was like music to my ears it was so satisfying to see windows smash and hear the cut screams of pain. For some reason I found myself giggling uncontrollably. Its one of my favourite activities of being a vampire slayer, I enjoy giving the un-dead a 'hell of a time'. I'm totally sick, I know, mental note to self remember to get an appointment at a psychiatrist, I don't think that's normal.
Spinning on my heel I left the scene walking a few blocks away from The Snare where I caught a taxi. The Taxi man must have been the brother of the last as he had the same characteristics of being over weight and reeking of smoke, his once upon a time white shirt was wet with sweat and sticking to his chest, a loose tie hang around his unbuttoned collar which threw up fountains of course chest hair.
When he turned around his face was chubby and had unshaved stubble on his cheeks and chin. Round the base of throat and hands were tattoos of what looked like pornographic snake women.
"Where to honey?" giving me a cheesy grin thinking he's so hot. Four words Mr, Look in a mirror!
Letting his honey comment slide I stated "5th Ave."
As we pulled out the side of the road his beetle eyes kept darting to the mirror looking at me, something stuck me as suspicious about him. The way he was looking was making me uncomfortable but I forced my face to play blank, a well exercised expression of mine.
People can tell a lot by your facial expressions, I should know I use other people's expressions to read how they are feeling. Forgetting about him I concentrated on the buildings going past through the taxi window, the only sounds were the traffic hooting and his radio operators and workmates babbling on from his walkie talkie.
Pulling over at 5th Ave. he spun round so we were face to face.
"Here's the place that'll be $28.50." There he went again roaming over my body, a weird feeling in my mind decided there was definitely something suspicious about him. Stepping out the cab I moved to his open window to pay but instead created eye contact between us, as he began to relax his body began to obviously droop and his eyes shine with a vacant look giving me easy access to his mind.
As I penetrate his mind I was disgusted, his mind was a one way street of sex and work, but as I went deeper I saw flickers of a stranger, a man with black hair. Focusing on this memory I was able to pick up the main details the taxi driver could remember.
In his memory I assimilated the taxi driver which gave me the information for who the black haired man was, my boss. Supposedly I was a pawn for Vampires; I was doing all the small things Vamps couldn't be bothered doing themselves. In return they promised me not just immortality but power with it, I could have everything I ever wanted if I just did as they asked.
Suddenly without warning the memory began to fade I tried to force his mind to focus but was unsuccessful, I was very disappointed I really wanted to know who that man was this guy apparently had a short term memory and couldn't remember the rest to save his life.
I skimmed through a couple of other memories hoping his sponge like brain had absorbed a little more interesting information about who and what he was working for, but it seemed his priorities lay in remembering all the disgusting actions this jerk had done, and believe me they were not appealing.
I leaned closer to the open window despite my mental protests and used one of my mind playing techniques to hide the memory deeply in his mind, I couldn't make him forget but hopefully no one would ever find it.
Walking away down the street I herd his engine rev and join the never-ending line of traffic. Moving into my apartment building lobby I touched the up button on the elevator and it opened two seconds later letting me enter the interior where I hit my floor number.
Stepping out I walked down the long corridor slipping the key into my door lock turning it anticlockwise to find the apartment dark and empty that's when I realised surprisingly I gotten back before Amy.
That's strange I frowned and headed to my room disarming my unused weapons and putting them in the false draw under the bed, I hope she's okay.
Grabbing my pyjamas from under my pillow I headed to the bathroom for a well earned shower. Stripping I threw my used garments in a rubbish bag for later disposal and fiddled with the shower knobs getting the water started. I jumped in when it got to the right temperature and let the hot water plum down on my face trying to clean every essence of that dirty night club from my pores, I picked up my pink sponge hanging on a hook and with it lathered the rose scent body wash on my skin messaging it till I felt that I was clean.
Stepping out I slipped on some underwear and my extra large striped men's business shirt and dark blue boxes completing my nightwear assemble with some dark blue hockey socks.
Trudging into the kitchen I raided the fridge and put some bread on a plate in which I added some lettuce, tomato, and cheese eating it slowly while I scanned my notes on one of my final test coming up at Uni as I waited for Amy.
Even though I had studied for the past weeks 24/7 I found that the more confident I was for the test the less nervous I would become. To tell you the truth I'd rather fight Vampires all night than do a test.
At quarter past 12 when my mind was beginning to close down for the night I decided they must have been having a really good time to pass Amy's natural curfew of 12.00. I felt a little envious of their carefree lives, I wish I was normal.
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Black Wolf Girl:I did the best I can because I only had a few minutes to look at this so excuse some of the writing mistakes.
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Black Wolf Girl you did a wonderful job, thanx .
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