Disclaimer: scavenges room Nope, no owners papers here…
A/N: Don't ask…. --'
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"Well aren't you just the perfect little grim reaper? Fighting even though you know you don't stand a chance, especially in your state. How cute." I bristle at his blatant mockery.
"Piss off!"
I can feel him lean in close to my face. Fear clenches my stomach painfully but I have to do my best to not let him see it.
'Just keep covering it with your righteous fury Girl, and we may make it through this."
'Easy for you to say, you're already dead! Twice to boot!'
I hear Daemen chuckle; I mentally growl in response. A rebuttal formulates in my mind but as I go to deliver it, the strange man interrupts my inner warfare with my unrequested companion.
"Well, Little Grim, I must leave you for now. You are with holding me from my fun." I hear his feet move, and I imagine in my minds eye him turning to go, "Oh, and please…do not touch anything… that is not a request."
I hear his foot fall's move away from me as panic sets in. I can't help but scream at him in both anger and terror that he just can't leave me here…can he?
Apparently he could and did just that.
He had finally come back later, much later. I don't know how long per say but my internal clock (it has very rarely ever let me down in terms of general accuracy) told me that it was nearing sunrise.
At first, I was too freaked out and keyed up to sleep a wink but after what seems like ages it finally claimed me. It had been a feverish sleep, plagued by nightmarish apparitions and had woken up many a time by the most smallest of sounds. I had propped myself on the floor against the wall with my old school sweater beneath me and my vintage maroon leather trench coat (All praise second hand shops for their cheapness! Especially when you're on a college student budget.) wrapped around me to ward off the chill of stone.
I had never bothered to find a chair. Let's be real here, I'm brave but not that brave; I really rather not test that man's…well…vampire's anger. I heard the conviction in his voice; it left no room for reproach. It's not like I could right him anyway; he's far too strong and I too weak and vulnerable. I was lucky with the ghouls, I had Daemen to loan me his strength and ghouls are brainless things.
I felt him pick me up off the ground by my shoulders, the unnamed vampire I mean. What is his name anyway? I must have voiced my question out loud due to my sleep hazed mind because I heard a sigh of breath and leather.
"My name…is Alucard, or at least that's what they called me before."
Before? And by whom I wonder. I pause to mull over that little tidbit of information and take a step back from him to stand on my own as I come to be fully awake and aware.
"Alucard, eh? That is so over done. You realize that right?"
He grabs me again by my upper arms forcefully causing me to wince.
"Ow…" I imagine him grin in sadistic pleasure.
Suddenly, the room changes; I can feel it, there is more space around me, more room to breath, and the air isn't as stale and dank as his was.
"You may stay here for the day. There should be some military issued rations in the barracks. Do not bother to try and leave. It will serve you no good." Huh? I thought I was going to be his dinner?
Wait…why am I complaining? I get another day to live! And food and shelter to boot! Hallelujah! I guess this hasn't been that bad of a move after all.
After scrounging around the compound with my trusty lighter in hand, I had come up with a meal that felt more like a feast and a portable tank of gas. I can use that to go to the city and get more food and maybe some medicine, preferably painkillers; God knows I'm going to be needing them.
By the time this was done, it was already nearing midday. If I want to get to the city and back I better hurry.
So…where do they keep the cars? I mentally sigh, better start looking. I plunge once more into the bright unforgiving sunlight.
After an hour of guessing and searching, I finally came across what resembles a large storage unit of some sort. You know, that building with those big roll-up doors that they use for large vehicles like fire trucks; what are they called again? Of well, it will come to me long after I need to know. It's always the way it seems.
I walk up to the building and try the first door. Locked. Figures it would be. Nothing in life is ever free, as my dad always says; you have to put some effort into it. In which case, where's a hair pin?
Thank you Chris for teaching me how to pick locks. Now let's just hope I remember how to hotwire a car. It was three years ago that we became so bored with playing card games (his game counsel was broken) that he suddenly decided he was going to teach me how to do both on his mom's car, though I never bothered to use that info (I was a good teenager, I swear.).
Till now that it.
'That boy is a bad influence on you; idle hands are the work of the devil."
'Man now and says you. Besides, it's not like you were much better. You got me into more trouble then that devil's advocate, as you put it.' I can't help but playfully banter with him (life's just too good today compared to how things have been for the past couple weeks) as I walk over to an…armored van? What the heck did these people do a living? Hunt werewolves? First silver everything in the armory then this? Man, this place keeps getting stranger and stranger.
Daemen grumbles indignantly about ungrateful whelps.
'I'm only teasing, relax. You know I love you.' I mentally roll my eyes at him, chiding him.
'I'm beginning to wonder if you just say that to placate me.'
I ignore that last comment as I climb into the truck with a grunt of effort. I can't wait to get this kid out of me; I'll be able to actually move again. Not to mention my back will feel so much better with out the extra weight. Fit or unfit, lugging this belly around isn't easy when your only five foot something and normally a hundred pounds soaking wet.
I miss my skateboard.
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A/N: Short, crappy and a hell of a long wait but I had a lot of personal issues that took precedent over writing; even if I'd rather do this then everything I'm still going through. So I did just that. And yes, to all those who are happy to see me around again, not to worry, I'm still alive and kicking(barely). And to those who are none too happy to see me alive, yes, I'm kicking just to spite you; it makes the days go by all the brighter nn.
Muaahahaha, take that mean publishers!
Aaa, too tired to make an actual good joke tonight…oh well, life goes on.
And to Sand3, sorry for not e-mailing you back, I couldn't do much in terms of computer till now, please forgive me! .