"Pomeranians! Why the FUCK did it have to be FUCKING pomeranians!" King yelled, cursing his luck, or lack there of, as he was being chased down by there vampiric pooches, that seemed out to get him.
He heard the sound of his own footsteps hitting the cold pavement, and echo off the buildings on the vacant street. He distinctly caught the sound of dog toe-nails scratching the street, but he also heard something else he couldnt quite place, but he could have sworn it sounded like stiletto heels clicking on the concrete of the sidewalk.
Someone was tailing him, he decided at once. He would have looked to be sure, but at that point he didnt favor being eaten alive by a pack of rabid cannines. Behind him, his suspicions, that he was indeed being followed, were confirmed by the sound of someone whistling. It was of a higher pitch, the kind of whistle that could only be achieved by sticking two fingers in your mouth. Someone was calling off the hell hounds, he deduced.
The growling, and scratching of the mutts ceased, and he stopped. Judging it was safe for him to turn and face his savior.
King froze, "Fuck me."
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Belle had run. When she realized they werent following her, she'd stopped. Taking a seat on the concrete sidewalk, she rested momentarily, her guilt growing exceedingly, for leaving King back there.
She was his partner, they were a team, and she just left him to the dogs, only litterally this time. She stood, using her arms to push herself up off the slab of stone she'd been sitting upon, and heading back in the direction she'd come from. She jogged back towards King, in silence, trying to not alert any vamps to her prescence.
Belle froze. "Shit, not good." She said aloud. He'd already seen her. There was no point in being quiet any longer. "Fuck."
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Drake turned, he'd heard her coming. The newest Nightstalker. A girl, a poor attempt to replace Abigail, he assumed. She smelled of fear, and cologne. Must have rubbed off the other. The annoying one.
He cocked his head at her. She was terrified, visibly shaking. He smiled.
This should be easy.
He moved towards her, slowly. Like a cat sneaking up upon it's prey.
He looked as if he was about to pounce.
But he didnt, he approached her, and laid his hand on her cheek.
She trembled.
He noticed.
"Come with me." He ordered her in a low voice.
It came out more like a growl than anything else. He moved his hand from her cheek, to her arm. He'd barely touched her, barely spoken to her, but she understood where they were going.
To King.
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"Awe, what's the matter, Princess, dont like my outfit?" Abigail asked the Nightstalker before her. "Did'ja miss me, Pumpkin?"
King continued to eyeball her, "Speak to me, King." She said, snapping him out of his stupor.
"Abby.." He began, struggling to find the right words.
"Spit it out," She snapped, reminding him of Danica in more ways than one. He cringed at the thought.
She looked at him, and lifted a brow at his silence. Silence was unusual for King, and often a welcomed change to his usual inability to shut his fucking mouth.
"How did this happen?" He asked, that was the first question on his mind, the second, of course, being why hadnt she attacked yet? SHe knew he'd noticed what she was immediately. She should have attacked, if they'd switched places, he would have. Maybe.. maybe there was still a chance to save her, after all, King thought, hoping to God that there was still a workable strand of the cure at the Haven.
Whistler's brow shot up, "Come on, King, I know you know the answer to that one. I left the Haven, and a certain progenitor of the vampire race just happened to bump into me and bang. The next thing I know I'm chained up in a dark room being bitten by Drake." She said, noting his lack of supprise, "See, I told you you knew." She added.
King stayed silent, wracking his brain, trying to remember the last time he'd seen the stock of the cure. Abby eyed him, and cleared her throat. "What could you possibly be thinking about in that big 'ole head of yours?" She asked, "I'd be willing to bet you thirty dollars it had something to do with lil' 'ole me, and a certain anti-virus."
King nodded at her. No point in lying. If she wanted him dead, she'd have his head on the stick, and lying to her wasnt going to improve his odds any. She'd been more than capable to handle her own, and that included kicking his ass, before she'd been turned, and now with her enhanced vampiric senses and reflexes, there was no way he wanted to be on the recieving end of that. Virtually, there was no chance of his survival in a fight with her.
"Relax, peaches, Im not going to kill you. Yet, anyway." She said.
"That's reassuring, Sugartits."
Despite Abby's ability to beat him to a pulp, he was tough, and could handle pretty much anything thrown his way, as he'd retained several of his vampiric abilities, though he was no where close to being anything like a hybrid. His hearing was sharper, and clearer than more than most. His reflexes, at best, were more than excellent. His eye sight was also enhanced.
He heard people speaking, and he and Abby locked eyes, and turned towards the object of the noise. King was immediately sure of who it was. Belle and Drake. Normally under a situation like this, he would have made a sarcastic comment, but it seemed hardly nessessary. With the knowledge of what had actuallly happened to Abigail, the pressure now put on him was immense. He had to turn her back, he owed it to her. She'd saved him, and now he was going to return the favor.
She didnt look pleased to see Drake approaching them.
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The vampire had pulled her to the spot where King and another vampire stood. She could easily sense that these were unusual circumstances.
Something was not right.
"King?" She asked worriedly, hoping he was alright.
He looked at her and gave her a quick nod to let her know that everything was just peachy as far as he was concerned.
She sighed and relaxed visibly.
"You ok?" King asked, seriously. She nodded and wondered why the two suck-heads were allowing this much conversation. Before the vampires had taken over, she'd been an expert in hostage situations. She'd written a book or two, and several articles on that very field of psychology. She found the lack of "Shut-up"s and "No talking"s to be odd.
The girl looked over her dissaprovingly, "This is my replacement? You must be fucking kidding me." She said in disbelief.
"She's the newest recruit." He said, rolling his eyes. "Abby, I realize being a cold harded bitch comes with the spiked heels, but could you hold off on the thunder cunt for a second?" He said.
Belle grasped the situation at once. The vampire, the girl, was the Nightstalker that had dissapeared before she had signed up for, as King put it, all her "groovy little prizes". She'd been turned, and stayed hidden, but she and King must have run into eachother while he was running from the hell hounds and now they had... they had this disaster on their hands.
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Obnoxious Bold Author's Note:
I think this chapter is longer than the other, but Im not sure. Hope you like it.
Darla: I do love you, so shush.