-Chapter 7-
I couldn't stop staring at him after that night. What was so different about him? I couldn't understand! But all I thought was EVIL. This had to something evil.
Though I stared hard at him, I stayed far from him. Even after he told me I could go with them, I felt like I'd rather stay where I was. I created a fear of what I wanted most, which began to consume me. I did not want anything to do with the Vamps. But I pushed myself to finish what I came here to do. Against my fear and my friend's memory.
The night I went out with the Hunters was a night to remember. I walked into the Dandy's lair like I had not been just beaten to a pulp two weeks ago. The hunters behind me, sort of. I had everything on, my dagger, stakes, crossbow, and the guys bought me a stun gun. My new found confidence was not broken by the Dandies, or what had happened two days ago, or my doubt in this plan. It was broken by the fact that I was confused, with myself.
The Dandies looked at me in surprise.
"You are alive." the leader said, looking me up and down.
"Yep, and it's time for you to die." I smiled brightly, swirling my stakes like I had that horrible night.
"Well it is not like I had not expected it... but you were beaten like a rag doll." he said, laughing to himself his teeth glinting in the light.
"Yeah, I'm not that easy to get rid of." I said.
"As sad as that is," the vampire smirked. "that is good news." he said.
"Oh?" I asked, my grip tightening on my weapons.
"Yes, now we have a second try to do what we wanted to do." He said, raising his hand. I gave him a curious look. He snapped his fingers. Before I knew it two Dandies held my arms tight and I was gone.
I struggled with the Dandies as they took my weapons away from me. I growled inwardly knowing I could have handled that a lot better.
"That was fun." the leader materialized in front of me, and the others left. "The hunters put up a good fight when you left... You know I was wondering if you had some power over them." He said looking me in the eyes.
"Why would you say that?" I asked, thinking he was crazy.
"They protect you, when you are after all vampires including The Hunter, Jason." he said in thought.
"So? Just because people have my back doesn't mean I have power over them." I retorted. "And how do you know that?"
"How do I know? Everyone knows. You're the little thing that has been terrorizing the Vampire community."
"Yeah." I laughed.
"Well it is not going to be that way any more." he smirked and made a circle around me, sniffing the air.
"Oh?" I asked, feeling the colour drain from my face.
"Well powers like yours would be grand in a vampire."
"Dude, what powers?" I asked him turning around with him, getting dizzy.
He gave me a look saying 'you know what I mean.' I gave one back saying 'you are crazy.'
"Really I'm serious, what powers are you talking about?" I asked.
"Don't play coy with me." he spat.
"I'm not! Woo, I can move fast. That is my thing. How is that a power?" I asked. This was defiantly not going the way I/we planned.
"You cannot be manipulated by us. You have a power with in you that wants to come out." he said, his smile returning as he paced around me. I was getting dizzy, as I turned with him. "If you were turned you'd be able to use those powers."
"I don't want to be a vampire thanks."
"Oh but I want you to be." he bared his teeth.
I sighed, not liking the position I was in. "Okay, dude. Like if I were to become one of you guys. What would I be able to do?" I asked trying to sound interested.
"More than you can imagine." He got a little too close to my neck and I flinched.
"But like what?" I asked trying to push him away.
"Your powers would be unbelievable, you'd be Queen of the Damned. My queen." he said, inching closer. "A being who would make anyone bow down to you. An unbeatable creature."
"Just what I always wanted." I said sarcastically, now officially creeped out.
He chuckled, his hand touching my neck. I hit it away and turned on him.
"Do not touch me." I said, ready to attack.
He chuckled again.
"I'm serious." I said, fire in my eyes.
He straightened himself out. I took a swing, he dodged.
"Do you ever fight?" I asked, taking a step toward him.
"Of course." he said.
"Well then fight!" I yelled, throwing the only chair in the room at him.
He smiled. I ran at him, hitting him in the chest. He laughed and took my hand, pulling me up to his height. I really began disliking this not having my feet on the ground. My arm cracked as it was being pulled apart from my weight. He had the look of amusement on his face. He punched me into the wall. As I caught my breath he came up to me and looked down smirking.
"I really dislike how you think this is amusing." I said, feeling my ribs crack back into place.
"Well it is fun." he said.
"Yeah well it would be fun for me too if I were you and you were me." I said, staring at him. I got up, pushing him.
"Yes, well that's life now isn't it?" he sighed.
"Yeah, a shame." I said circling him.
"Isn't it obvious nothing good is going to come of this fighting?" he smiled.
"Want to tell me your name?" I asked. "Cause calling you dude is so not proper."
"Collin."
"Okay, neat-o then. Collin, you are going take me back to my home with that thing you do." I said, jumping up taking his hat.
"What?" he asked, now confused.
If trying to fight him wasn't going to work then I'll use my cunning annoying skills. "Wait, do you think I'd be able to do that thing you do to go places? You know if I was turned." I asked.
"Uh..."
"Cause then I'd make you turn me, so I can disappear and kick your ass another day. Now Let Me Out!" I screamed like a banshee, throwing his hat back at him.
"Yes, but you'll be tied to me." he yelled over my screaming.
I stopped and looked at him. "If I am not being controlled by you now. What makes you think I'd be controlled then?" I narrowed my eyes.
"Because all Vampires have ties to their sires." he said coming closer to me.
"Well not all of them." I said. "There are the suicides, people murdered for their sins, and voodoo people. They don't have any ties to vampires, because their deeds had blacked their souls and therefore had already signed a contract to become an undead after they supposedly die."
"True." he said. "Are you trying to buy time?"
I looked at him. "Time from what?" I asked.
"From your demise, and my triumph?"
"No. I sadly got used to talking out my problems instead of just staking them." I said, not happy that he wasn't doing what I wanted him to do.
He gave me a weird look.
"What?"
"Sir!" a vampire lackey yelled from the other side of the door. "The hunters are here."
"Yeah, GPS signals are great aren't they?" I asked, pulling my cell from my bra.
He hit the phone away and grabbed me. His teeth sunk into my neck. I screamed, from the pain as teeth are not that sharp or skinny. I felt my warm blood trickling down my neck. My head was getting fuzzy around the edges, and my neck was throbbing. I would have smacked him in the head if not for my arms being held against my body and would have kicked if my legs were not turning to jelly. So I continued to scream.
Someone was trying to kick through the door. Soon enough Jason came crashing through said door and fell in. He did not look happy. Collin stopped and scowled... I think he was because my eyes were starting to black out. He disappeared and I fell to my knees, trying to catch my breath again. Jason came up and waved his hand in front of my face.
"Kali. Say something."
"Ow..." I answered pathetically.
He picked me up and walked out. It was a long bumpy ride out before I was leaning against a person in a sitting position.
"Kali, talk to us." Scott said, as I felt something being pressed against my neck.
"Ow..." I said again, obviously not used to actual pain yet.
"No. Use words."
"Your plan didn't work." I said angrily.
"Yeah, I know. He bit you."
"And it hurts."
"I know." Garren said.
"He has something else." I said, feeling myself go incoherent as my body worked to replenish itself.
"What?"
"He wants me to join them."
"I see."
"Wants me to become queen?" I said as my memory started to fade and a headache appeared as my blood rushed to my wound.
"That's creepy."
I nodded only to flinch, and cry out as the car hit a bump.
"Please don't do that." I said holding onto my head. "Who am I laying on?" I ask.
"Me." Scott said.
"Okay, you are bony when we hit things."
"So how many fingers am I holding up?" Garren asked.
I opened my eyes to see nothing before my sight cleared. "Three?" I asked.
"Kay."
"Don't you do that for people with head trauma?" I questioned, feeling better. "And can I have an orange juice?"
"Later. Are you feeling better?" Jason asked from the front.
"A little nauseated but good."
"Good, now what the hell did you mean by queen?!" He yelled trying not to swerve off the road.
I searched through my memory trying to make it flood back. "Uh... he says I have a power, that could be shown when I become turned. Then I'll be his queen, cause I'll be tied to him. He wasn't like at all specific on anything apart from he wanted me as his."
"So he's going to use you, not kill you?" Scott asked.
"Yeah but I'd rather be killed than be turned."
Jason growled.
"But personally, I think he does not know that I'm not The Slayer. And he has me mixed up with my dead friend." I said, voicing the opinion I wanted to share with Collin the whole time.
"Doubt it." Jason said
"Thought so." I said and sighed. "But I have one other complaint. No one taught me how to to hurt a MR DRACULA while he is sucking my blood!"
"Well you could have used your taser." Garren said.
"If it was on me. The only thing I had was my cell." I said haughtily before realizing something. "My stuff is gone." I pouted.
"We'll get more." Jason sighed, pulling into the driveway.
Ha, their hunting techniques failed them, at the cost of my life! I laughed to myself. And I trusted these lunatics because they saved my life, twice. I felt pretty dumb. But I did what I usually do to get information, so we now have something we did not have before. Which was the only thing that was keeping me from strangling each and everyone of my new friends. I did find it really funny, despite my throbbing neck, that they were all upset and I was still kind of chipper.
I walked in with them. They all went to their special spots. Garren to his computer, Pierre to the training room, Scott checking on the equipment, and Jason to some dark corner. I went to my room to write in my diary.
Reading over the events that had happened tonight in my diary, a stupid thought came to me. I tried to get rid of it, but it just kept picking my brain. I got up off my bed and took a walk. Finding myself in the darkest room of the house.
"Hey." I said, my happiness not going away since I came in.
"I don't want to talk." his voice came from the shadows.
"But I do, so listen." I said, walking in further. "Ever since the car ride, I've had this stupid thought in my head. What if I was like you if I turned? Like that wouldn't be so bad, right? I'd be even more helpful. And you wouldn't be alone when your friends die--"
"What the fuck are you trying to get at?" he asked angrily.
"Or you could do a whole ceremony and everyone could get turned." I said, now nervous and not so chipper. "Despite that it is ironic that I want to join the dark side for the greater good--"
"No! That is not--"
"But--"
"NO! Not happening. No one needs this." he growled coming out of the shadows.
"What other plan do we have?!" I yelled out.
"We'll think of one." Jason yelled now pacing his room, holding his head.
"But if you have what he wants, you have the upper hand." I said.
He growled.
"I'm serious."
His pacing got faster, growling a lot more.
"Two weeks ago I would have killed myself just for thinking such a thing. But I trust you. I somehow trust you. I'd rather fight along side you as a vamp and win, than live my life as a mortal or die." I said, breathing heavily for bringing up that truth was hard for me to admit.
He stopped and slowly looked at me.
"I don't know why I trust you." I said. "But I do. It's like the trust I had with my friend before any of this had started." I said with a small smile.
"I'm not doing it." he said in a final tone.
I gave a sad sigh and walked out. I remember the first time I met them, I swore to myself I'd kill Jason. Two weeks ago a vampire befriending mortals was laughable to me. But I now understand why Garren and the others trust him and keep him as a friend. The strength and love he has for them. They are like a family, and family doesn't kick out someone who is different.
I really missed that feeling. The warm feeling you get from family and friends. I laugh to myself as I remembered myself before; the pathetic little girl who couldn't let go her anger from a betrayal and loss, so she fought with imaginary demons not seeing truth. It took me less than a month, without the help of a physiologist, to see my faults. I couldn't find Scott or Pierre but Garren was still at his computer the light making his face glow.
"What's up?" I asked perching on his desk.
"How's your neck?" he asked not looking from the screen.
"Tender and delicious." I said, laughing a bit.
He looked at me, and I was still giggling to myself. "You lost more blood than I thought." he said.
"Meh." I said. "Hey I didn't get my orange juice."
"Check the fridge." Garren said.
I came back with a glass of orange juice wishing I had a juice box. I stopped before Garren, maybe he was right that I had lost more blood than I thought.
"Oops." I said.
"What?" Garren asked, looking up and down at me.
I sat on his desk cross legged. "Besides that delicious comment, have I been saying weird things since we got out of there?" I asked.
He stopped looking at me, "Well you were mumbling a lot. And having sarcastic giggling fits." Garren informed me.
I blushed a bit. "Oh. Okay, so do you think asking Jason to sire me is a blood loss thing or I'm going crazy?"
"Pardon?" He asked in shock. "Did, did he say anything?"
"He said no." I said. "Though it seemed like a good idea. Cause like..." I stopped, trying to remember my reason. "God I'm dumb, and I feel very lush. I think I'm going to go lay down."
"Yes, go lay down and think about what you have done." Garren said, taking me and my juice to the couch.
"How come you didn't do this?" I asked.
"I think they just bit me, no blood drinking." Garren said, handing me a pillow.
"Oh." I said. "But do you think it would be a good idea if I was a vampire. Cause then I'd be able to help out better right?"
"You are fine the way you are." Garren said, abandoning his work to sit with me.
"You know what. I haven't been in so much trouble since I met you guys." I said, looking at the ceiling. "This is the first time I was beaten to a pulp and bitten, like ever."
"Well it was your fault for going in on your own." he said.
"One idea was you peoples', not mine. My idea was to sit and talk until a lull happens then kill them all." I started to laugh.
"I think you should sleep, so to conserve energy instead of talking my ears off with what you have left." Garren patted my hand, and I was still giggling. "In your own bed." he said as an after thought. He picked me up and carried me to my room. But I don't remember being put to bed.
I woke up to sun. I walked to the living area in my sleeping wear.
"Do you feel better?" Pierre asked handing me OJ.
"I guess. What time is it?"
"Three in the after noon. We decided against waking you up. You sounded messed up last night."
I sat at the table thinking what had happened last night until I scratched my neck, then everything came back. Including the bit of me asking Jason something I should not have.
"Yeah. Should have just slept, instead of opening my big mouth." I said, and sighed. "Did Garren or Jason say anything."
"About what?"
"You don't need to know if you don't know already." I said getting up to go get dressed.
"Good morning Delicious." Garren smiled as we passed each other.
I blushed and ran.
"What did you just call her?" I heard Pierre ask.
"She started it." he said.
I came back a while later, and I got funny looks like an inside joke had happened.
"This is like better than knowing what some one had spilt during a drunken night." Scott said, looking at me laughing.
I looked around, "But hey... I do remember!"
"No you don't know." Garren said.
"What do you mean?" I said.
"Well in the car... Everyone remembers what you did in the car. I really was trying not to laugh while you were talking to me last night." Garren said. "Rambling incoherently about guys, and stuff."
I looked horrified, no one was suppose to know about my crushes. "No..."
"Yeah, Chad, Jim, and I believe you said Pierre..." Scott said, going red in the face trying not to laugh.
"Hee, Chad Micheal Murray." I giggled. "Jim, was uh my friend's boyfriend from High school. And Pierre, yeah uh there is a possibility I did crush on you, but I think it was Pierre the Bartender from last city I was in." I said, now happy that I didn't say anything about others.
"Oh?" Pierre said.
"Yeah. So what else did I say?"
"Well you started to sing." Scott said. "Badly I must add."
"Oh, and you confessed to..." Garren said, looking at the others.
"Something." Pierre said going red.
"What?!" I said, going red myself.
"Anyone want take out?" Scott asked.
"How about you tell me right now and I won't kick your butts?!" I said, feeling livid.
"It was a dream..." Pierre said.
I stood there thinking about my dreams. "About Jason." Garren added.
I lost all colour. "How did I say it?" I asked.
"You acted it out, in the beginning after we left." Scott said.
"Not the balcony thing!" I gasped, now going red.
"You mean your Jason and Kali's Romeo and Juliet. Yeah..." Pierre giggled.
"Crap." I growled. "I swear it is because he jumped in my window."
"Yeah, and trying to make you say actual sentences was a very hard thing to do." Scott said.
I sighed, and sat down at the table my head on my arms. "I hate you all."
"So you do remember your tender and delicious thing right?" Garren said. "Cause if you don't I'd be glad to share."
"No, I remember that. I was extremely light headed." I mumbled.
They all started to giggle, I growled and buried my head further into my arms.