The Vampire Goddess
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Ch 2: Unlife
"Fucking shit!" Detective Bradley stood outside looking green looking at his rookie partner who had made the exclamation. "Calm down squirt." Bradley said. "How can I calm down after seeing a whole fucking family murdered and chopped to bits!" the rookie hissed eyes squeezed shut as if trying to push out the memory of the broken torn apart bodies. "Ya just gotta keep it together, its part of the job." Bradley grunted extracting a cigarette from his coat and lighting it. "The CSI guys'll be here any minute."
Inside Tien again woke up, remembered, tried to scream and died again
They took pictures and sent the bodies to the coroner for autopsies
The father; cause of death: broken neck other neck and chest injuries were post mortem
The Mother; CoD: gunshot wound to the head other neck and chest injuries were post mortem
Son; CoD: gunshot wound to the head other neck and chest injuries were post mortem
Daughter; CoD: simultaneous near decapitation and sharp force trauma to the heart.
During the investigation the large stake had been removed from her heart.
As the Coroner closed the cooler door Tien began to awaken again. This time was different. In preparation for her funeral they had stitched her neck closed. As her severed head reattached to her body and her chest wounds closed she took her first breath in almost a full week and screamed tears streaming from her eyes.
"What the hell?!" the Coroner had almost finished locking up for the night when the muffled screams became audible. Turning the lights back on the Coroner marched back to the coolers where bodies were stored. He couldn't tell exactly which one the sound was coming from even as it died away. "If that little idiot hid a tape of some chick screaming in the coolers again I'll fire'im!" the Coroner grumbled to himself and he opened the coolers one by one.
She remembered
Her family
She remembered
Their deaths
She remembered
Her deaths
All of them
She felt much better now
She could breath and feel her body and move
But she was cold
She was naked
But most urgent
She was Hungry!
Famished!
Ravenous!
Starving!
She was starving!
She had already been murdered and then had asphyxiated over 50 times
Now she was starving to death
The coroner opened cooler #25 and pulled out the table the next thing he knew the dead girl that had been there was on top of him and he was on the floor. Her mouth opened and he saw the fangs going for his neck. He panicked.
Most people didn't know he was a mutant. He had been gifted with a tough body and about 4 times the strength and speed of a normal man.
Now he used it
Grunting with the effort he flung her off of him and she flew across the room and slammed into the cinder block wall hard enough to leave cracks and landed in a heap on the floor.
The coroner wasted no time. He was up in a flash running out the door slamming and locking it behind him.
It proved to be his downfall
Locking the door took nearly 30 seconds that he could have used to get away.
He had taken only three running steps away from the door when she tore through it as though it was made of tin foil rather than half inch steel plates. Before he could even try to defend himself she was on him. One hand planted on his shoulder blade the other grabbed his right arm just above the elbow and with casual ease tore his arm right off.
She danced
The blood was wonderful
It filled her with energy and fire
After sucking the man's right arm dry she had proceeded to tear the rest of him apart, limb from limb until she finally tore off his head.
The high she got from the blood was nothing like she had ever felt.
Skipping she ripped the front doors of the morgue right off their hinges as she left. Running down the streets of her hometown with reckless abandon.
But like any high
You come down off of it sooner or later.
Stumbling to a halt she looked down at her hands
Blood covered them
The lifeblood of a man that she had torn apart
Blood that she had consumed
That she had relished
She had glorified in the violence of the poor man's grizzly murder
And she had drank his blood
"Oh god!" she gasped starring at her hands "I'm a monster!"
She ran to a nearby park and tried to clean up in the fountain. As she was doing so several things happened.
The voices came back
The ability to feel everything came back
And a black jet landed in the baseball field
The voices and the movements reminded her of her many deaths. She wanted them to stop.
So she made them stop.
To the many voices in her head, she commanded that they shut up.
To every movement, she forced it to come to a halt.
It was hard. The voices did become silent but also radiated fear which increased moment to moment
Likewise she couldn't quite stop the movements. Every particle and molecule vibrated, trying to free itself.
Then from the block jet a mind rang out. Please, Stop. You're killing everyone!
Her concentration broken the voices began frantically projecting fear and everything began moving again. Around her she could hear screams and people ran from their homes panicking from the oppression on their minds and bodies.
Suddenly a fire blossomed in her, no, in everyone's mind. It became a bird which spoke of calm and returning to sleep.
Sleep, calm, Tien likewise so wanted sleep. And after the events of the day, she was happy to oblige. Laying down right in the fountain she sank to the bottom and as the cold water covered her sleep took her.
Not the end