Order 4: The Huntress
Insomiac Klub. 3:00 P.M.
The sleek black car pulled up slowly in front of the club. It was barren given it was daytime. Plus, this club was usually open late at nights but during the daytime you had your occasional customer. In this case, this was an unwelcomed customer who came for a different kind of drink. Anderson stepped into the dark, dimly lit place first carrying a bayonet in each hand. He somberly looked side to side, making sure the coast was clear. Skey followed him in, the deadly katanas drawn and catching some of the dim light in their luster. The door creaked close once they entered. Clearly there had been a struggle. Tables and chairs had been overturned, barstools broken and out from behind the counter, was the sight of someone's leg. Skey ran over to the bar and looked behind it to see the bartender dead and drained. The skin was already a pale blue to gray look, but it looked as if the vampire only drunk a bit of the blood as the rest had been splattered all over the bottles of vodka, whiskey and so on. Skey looked up to Anderson with a straight face. His sight though was turned to the stairs behind her leading up to the living quarters of the bartender.
" Ah bet ye anything thon vampire is in thon room."
Skey flattened her back against the bar and turned her head up there. Something was scraping the floor up there faintly. It sounded like nails or some sort clawing against the wood. Skey's blade stuck out a bit, her watching the reflection of it. A light was on up there and there was a door standing half open.
" The door up there is open and there's a light on."
" Ah see. Weel, let's go."
Both grinned to one another. skey rushed up thr steps with katanas drawn, ready to slash anything in her way. The brief darkness of the hallway up the stairs hadn't bothered her but the sight she was welcomed to was enough to freeze her spine. Coming through the doorway, both Skey and Anderson were welcomed to the sight of a woman hung. Her tongue was hanging out, the eyes rolled up into her head. The high heel on her foot scraped the room's wooden floor faintly as she swayed gently around. The wire was wound tightly around her neck.
" She was stupid enough to hang herself. I offered her everlasting life...but she wished to die instead."
The voice of the seductress echoed in the room. Something had been thrown at Skey and Anderson. It chimed when it bounced on the floor. When Skey looked down she saw a golden cross on a broken chain.Once she looked back up, a woman with the curves of a belly dancer was smiling so gently to her. She wore a black fishnet suit, under it, a black bra and thong. Knee high corset boots were strapped around her feet with a fice inch heel. The girl's long blue black hair hung without any tie of any sort. Those red eyes glowed like red embers in a fire.
" I told my sister...that she was a hypocrite. A full fledged Catholic woman yet married to a bartender. I attained the eternity of life from my master and I was willing to give it to her. But she refused. Instead of doing something she could be forgiven for by her mad God, she committed suicide. I had loved her...and wanted her to be with me, to join me forever."
Anderson stared coldly at the vermin, gripping the handles of his bayonets tightly in anger. skey knew well how Anderson lost his sanity once seein a vampire. He become a totally different person. His gorgeous green eyes would be set ablaze with green heat, the sparkle of his insane smile never leaving his face. Skey was genuinely amazed he had held his sanity this long. And now he spoke.
" Ah dinna believe it, ya freak. Ye will tak yer sister's purity in exchange for yer selfishness? Doom her soul jus for the sake O' her staying wi' ye? Yer despicable."
The girl chuckled with the madness of a witch. She bent over chuckling then reared her head far back laughing loudly. Skey took a step back then spun attacking the vampire with her katanas. Anderson, not being able to restrain himself anymore, joined in. The vampiress jumped up, escaping the bite of Skey's katana and when Anderson threw bayonets at her, she would ste on the blades and walk on them! She leapt from one to another, then lunged at Anderson pinning him to the ground. Anderson shook, trying to escape. He growled inhumanly. She laid fully on him, her strength keeping him from resisting. She whispered devilishly in his ear.
" You would make one hell of a vampire, baby. Don't you wish to be stronger than me? To be an immortal?"
" Ye BITCH! Ging OFF me!"
Skey sprinted and swung down the katana to cut her head off. She disappeared in a flash and Skey's blade stopped just an inch from Anderson's face. The girl laughed wickedly.
" You expect to kill me, Iscariot? Good luck! I know the extent of my strength, the secrets of my newfound immortality. You both should reconsider your petty humanity. I'd love to suck the blood out of your friend there, little girl."
" Oh yeah? SUCK ON THIS!"
Skey threw her katana blade quickly, the blade slicing quickly through the air and then through her mouth and out the back of her head. The girl's eyes flew open in surprise, not believing the girl attacked so quickly. Anderson then flipped up, and took out his bayonets, grinning wildly as he threw three at the same time at the vampiress. She didn't have time to dodge them with the holy blessed katana through her mouth. The bayonets stabbed into her unholy flesh at the torso, thighs and arms. Her scream came out in a strangled gurgle as she burst into sand and fell to the floor. Skey's katana fell to the floor noisily. She went over and picked it up, wiping it off with a hankerchief in her coat pocket. Anderson was laughing loudly and she looked over to him.
" What the hell is so funny?"
" Tha' was funny hae ye mouthed off til thon vampiress. Guid job, Skey."
She chuckled and sheathed the katana. Anderson took out his phone and called the organization for a clean up team for this bar. Skey leaned against the wall, looking out the grungy window that was sorely in need of being cleaned. Rain continued to pour down but out there standing idly in the middle of the gray parking lot was a man in all black. The hair was long, nearly all the way to his hips. It laid straight and was soaked with the rain. Skey could see his seductive red eyes looking up to her and a handsome grin spread across his lips. His skin was fair, but the looks of how the clothes laid on his body, she knew he was slender yet defined in muscle tone. The bare hands were soft looking, but not too sinewy. He'd be considered the dark and unbelievingly handsome type. My dear Skey...Lovely Skey. The time shall come when I will come for you. We shall be together forever. You've been mislead your whole life. Once Skey blinked, he was gone. Her eyebrows knitted together as she went into wonderment, trying to figure out who he was. She didn't recognize him but she knew one thing. He was a vampire.
" Skey...it's time tae go."
The Vatican. Skey's dorm. 5:00 P.M.
Skey laid on her bed looking at the ceiling. That vampire's voice was that of creamy seduction and even she felt shameful to even be swayed by it. That voice wouldn't leave her. The scary thing was it knew her name. Together forever? It made no sense. Skey always made it a priority to avoid familiarity with any kind of vampire. Any vampire she met, she said goodbye to with the edge of her blade. She thought to tell Anderson about it but then he would get all protective and never let her come on assignments in fear that that vampire may get her at a vulnerable point. It knew her though. It aggravated her that this vampire knew her at all! Pent up energy fed her anger and she pushed herself off the bed and started pacing the room. No lamp was on, the only light in the room coming from the stormy clouds lit their eerie blues and grays from the sun behind them. The rain had lit up but still a fine mist of the cloud's moisture leaked upon the world like a gas and poisoning everyone's mood. Skey was becoming infuriated and nearly insane with the lack of sleep, this vampire and the pressure Maxwell always put on her. Her fists balled up and her teeth grinded as she sat down in a chair and tapped her foot. Energy flowed through her, the dams of restraint having crumbled. Adrenaline leaked into the energy, driving her into a sort of hyper drive but when you mix that with anger...such chemical combinations could make a person coe to the brink of flat out insanity. Skey had to go for a walk or something. Being cooped up like this was definitely not good for her nor was any level of worrying.
Outside refreshed her. The garden was soaked with the heaven's watering, the petunias, the irises, roses and other flowers soaking it all up in their roots. Skey fell to the ground, not caring if the grass was wet or not. She laid there looking u to the sky, wondering if God even noticed her among the billions of people he sees before him. Was she really so insignificant to God and his angels? Course, Anderson was her guardian angel she had to admit. She was lucky that angel had noticed her. Where had the other angels been though when she really needed help? Before her life started to take turns for the worse? It had only been when she was on the brink of death...but she was thankful. God didn't let her die. In those drenched streets, even through her knowledge of her wiltering body, she knew her time couldn't be up. She was still young and had many years to live.
" And I continue to."
Maxwell's Office.
Maxwell continued to watch her outside his window. He leaned against the wall, watching as she lay still like the dead in the middle of the garden. Didn't she care she was getting soaked? It would be her own fault if she caught a cold. He always worried about her. It was bad enough he let Anderson take her in, but it was worse to know she was still a child at heart. Children were careless, reckless and overall spontaneous. It was true he hadn't talked to Skey much, but it hadn't mattered. He could tell what she was like just by looking at her. A spoiled brat.
" Maxwell? Whit ye looking at?"
Maxwell didn't even hear his door open but sure enough it was and Anderson was standing there. He was curious what Maxwell was watching but Maxwell didn't tell him at all. He only took a step away from the window and sat down behind his desk. He looked up to the dearhly tall Anderson and ignored his question.
" What's the report?"
Anderson, to save the sake of pressing the matters, chose to forget Maxwell's ignorance and stated his report on his and Skey's assignment.
" It was ae vampire, aye. She is guid and deid noo. Skey delivered the fatal hit. Ae sword richt throo the mouth! Tae quicken the death, Ah stabbed it throo wi' ae few O' ma bayonets."
Maxwell nodded and logged onto his computer, typing the report in. Anderson got up and left. Maxwell didn't stop him either. As he left, he knew what Maxwell was thinking. To know Skey had courageously participated in the hunt conflicted his whole belief system about Skey being nothing but a kid. Anderson only smirked. He knew skey may have acted like a child, but there a fine line between acting and being something. What Skey was...was a hunter.
