Pre-Blade: Trinity
AbbyxKing
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A/N: Hey, it's TruMagick again. Just wanted to say thank you to all those who review. It really gives a writer that extra boost of confidence to post the next chapter. Also, to all those who are reading this story, please, please, please review, even if it's just to say something small. This is only the second story I've ever posted so all the encouragement helps. I'm aiming for 10 reviews before I post Chapter 4 and after this chapter… you're gonna want to know what happens next! Much luv.
Chapter IIIWith a soft, white hotel washcloth King dabbed at the girl's wounds and soaked up the blood from her body. Quickly, his supply of clean towels was dwindled as each became sopped in the crimson liquid. She flinched every once and a while when the cut was too deep for comfort, but she remained calm and passive for the most part.
Her skin was a mass of tattered flesh and King had to be careful when he removed the remains of her T-shirt from her body. She whimpered softly and King hated himself for bringing her more pain than she already had to endure. Throwing the shirt to the floor, he continued his ministrations across her chest and stomach, the soft, lightly tanned flesh quivering to his touch.
"Tickles…" a barely audible whisper came to his ears, piecing the silence of the room. The girl lying on the bed moved her slender hand to cover his as she stopped the path of the cool towel on her burning flesh.
Finally, her eyes opened hazily and she stared out groggily at the world, which was spinning in so many fascinating colors. She met King's bright eyes as she scanned the room and smiled weakly at him.
"You came for me," she said. "I told her you would…"
"Abby?"
"I'm so sorry,"
"Abby? No, wait! Abigail Whistler don't you close your eyes on me," he called to her but it was too late. She had quickly drifted back into a colorless world of unconsciousness.
King sat back in his chair by the bed and exhaled loudly. Whatever had happened to Abigail was going to remain a mystery until the girl woke up in the morning so he might as well get some rest. Abigail was safe here with him. He would look after her. He had already failed her once. He wasn't going to let it happen again. But, there was nothing more he could do until he knew more information, so he settled himself further into the large chair, crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his weary eyes against the heavy stillness which hung in the air and suffocated his mind.
He had only been asleep for a short while before the sound of rustling clothes and sheets awoke him. Slowly, his eyes opened and vaguely made out a curvy figure in the darkness. Squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them, he tried to pry himself from his state of half-wakefulness.
"Abby?" he asked the figure which was now silhouetted by the moonlight pouring in from the curtain-less window.
The figure approached him boldly, sure of its own intentions, and silenced him with a press of its finger against his lips.
"Shh, don't speak," it whispered into his ear, then she reached out with her tongue, audaciously and licked the soft skin of his lobe. He jumped a little at the contact but made no move to stop her. Her hand reached out and took hold of his, placing his trembling hand on her hips and moving her own body closer to his.
He could feel her heated breath on his face and it sent shivers down his spine. The room was cold but he felt no chill, as every inch of his body became receptive to her touch. She rapidly closed the small remaining distance between their two bodies and claimed his mouth with her own, delving and biting and exploring without allowing him time to think or rethink his actions. So, he gave in. He allowed his body to respond to hers, naturally, as he kissed her hungrily and grabbed at her shoulders and waist, wanting every inch of her skin for himself.
Then he stopped.
He had had this dream before.
He wasn't about to fall for it again.
He released her and exhaled slowly, waiting for him to wake up or return to that dream about the cute gerbils in the donut shop… but she didn't disappear.
Instead she smiled seductively and licked her lips.
King looked closer.
At the undeniable pair of fangs she was now sporting.
What the…?
He pushed her off of his lap and stared at her in disbelief. Okay, the dream had never taken this kind of a turn before…
But it wasn't a dream, King realized too late as Abigail launched herself at him, mouth wide and fangs dripping. King rolled out of the chair then reached onto the nightstand for his e-pistol. His fingers groped in the darkness but finally closed over the hilt and he raised it to level with her face as she came at him again, hissing in the night.
She jumped. He pulled the trigger.
But stopped as she neared his face.
Instead, he released the pistol from his grasp and held her at arms length away from his neck. She bit at the air surrounding him but still, the smell of sweat and skin and blood was too overpowering for her. Saliva dripped onto his face as he held her above himself. She clawed at his chest and he clenched his teeth against the pain.
"Abigail! Don't! Stop!" he cried; but she couldn't hear him any longer.
He knew he had to do something quickly. A human is never a match for a vampire, even the weakest, newly turned vampire could easily take out a convoy of humans. But King still had a small reserve of preternatural strength left from his early days as Danica's suck-puppy, which he used now to save his life – and Abby's.
Focusing on every muscle in his body, he called up every reserve of strength he could muster, and catapulted Abigail across the room. She hit the opposite wall with a dull thump and crashed onto the floor in a heap. King got to his feet and strode over to her hissing figure. Immediately, she was on her feet too, snarling.
"Well, my mom always told me not to hit a girl," King said. "But I suppose its safe to bet she meant girls who were still human."
He raised his fist, but hesitated. He didn't want to hit Abigail. Then he looked into her cold, unfeeling eyes that had glazed to a place icy hue of blue and remembered that this was for her.
He released his flexed bicep and caught her full in the face. She stumbled backwards and he was on her in an instant like a lion not willing to give away his chance with the already wounded gazelle. He punched at her again and again, knocking her around the room with a fury of hostile limbs. She couldn't fight back. Her body was too weak. She hadn't fed.
Her eyes tried to refocus but he wouldn't allow her the time.
"Nighty-nighty rabbit," he said as he grabbed the lamp from the nightstand and whacked her over the head, sending her spiraling back into oblivion.
That should keep her down for a while. An hour at most, King thought. He had to move fast.
Ringing. King jumped at the sound. It was just the phone. He ran a hand through his unruly blonde highlighted locks and picked it up – only his subconscious cried quietly that no one else had the number for the hotel phone.
"Having fun with your new playmate, King?" even in his racing mind, Danica's name triggered red flags.
"What do you want? How did you get this number?"
"The concierge was very helpful… and a great snack for the show as well,"
"Have you been watching reruns of you and your brother going at it like rabbits again?" he asked cheekily. "I told you, Dan, that stuff rots the little bit of a brain you have left."
But he already knew the answer before it rolled off of her poisonous tongue.
"No, I've been watching you King," she replied haughtily. He clenched his teeth and spun around the room expecting her to be waiting in the darkest rat hole in the room.
"Where are you?" he yelled as he pulled a silver stake from the arsenal lining his thigh.
"Oh, King, mortality has stripped you of your sense of humor,"
"No, I still have that. Why don't you come over here and I'll show you how funny I can be,"
"Thanks but no thanks, lover,"
"What did you do to Abigail?"
She feigned forgetfulness, "Abigail? Hm… Abigail… Abigail… oh you mean that gaunt little thing we strung up like soiled laundry?"
King inhaled slowly to keep from screaming and shooting in every direction.
"Yes, now I remember. We played, we had fun, ask her King, and she'll tell you. Oh, is she still unconscious? Shame on you King, she's not going to be very happy with you when she wakes up."
"What the Fuck did you do to her?"
"Easy there tiger," Danica chastised him. "You're not having fun."
"Of course I'm not having fun, you fucking blood-whore!"
"I gave her a interesting little cocktail, a la Danica, which is a mutated strand of your EDT cure and your DNA. Yes, I went through a lot of trouble and a lot of lackeys to get the EDT sample but in the end it paid off, wouldn't you say? Both samples kept canceling out the vampire virus I added in but I finally found a way to make it work,"
"Make what work? It doesn't make any sense,"
"She's your demise, King. She's a walking bloodhound specially designed to be keen to your DNA. She can only feed on your blood or she will die, however, if she does feed on you, the EDT strand will counter and nullify the effects of your previous dose and you will return to our dark little world. You know the Thirst, King. You know she doesn't have much longer. She will kill you or – you will kill her," a maniacal laughter rang over the phone receiver. "I had wished that I could be the one to rip out your still beating heart, but this way is fun, too. Make your choice."
The line went dead.
"We are so fucked," he said to no one but himself.
In the darkness, Abby's deranged figure began to stir again.
A/N: Yes it is A/K but you'll just have to wait! Please review and share thoughts! Sexy, kinky Abby kinda fun to play with… as a character… gah! Gotta get out of King's head!