short chapter, a lot to explain. sort of a filler.
!WARNING!
this chapter includes the mention of zombies, vomiting and pus. you do not have to read this chapter, seeing as the next chapter will be an actual plot chapter, not a filler. trust me, this is some weird stuff. if you don't like zombies, or are squeamish, you might want to over look this chapter.
Roy tugged on her arm, yanking her back into reality.
"You came to talk. Not to eat. Just stay away from her."
She smiled at him, fake innocence practically dripping off her tongue. "Oh, why would I ever do that?"
"Come on." He dragged her up the stairs, ignoring her cries of protest. A rush of air, and Dick was standing next to him, watching her closely.
"Why are you here?" he questioned, glaring at the girl with bloody murder in his eyes. She sat down, crossing her legs, looking up at him sweetly.
"I'm here for Bruce… do you know where he is?"
"Not here obviously." Roy said gruffly. Dick huffed, crossing his arms defensively.
"We don't take orders from him anymore."
"You'll have to do I guess." She stood up, digging through her pocket for something. Finally finding what she was searching for, she handed them a piece of paper with an address on it. "I got a call from this guy a while ago. He told me to go to that address. I don't know why, but he told me that it was important."
"So why did you come for Bruce?" Dick asked.
"Because I wanted to be cautious about this. It's not really a nice neighbourhood, and I don't know whether it's a trick or not. I figured that if I brought along someone like Bruce, I might actually get some information. Plus, he sounded familiar. Someone from my past might help me figure out who it is."
"Familiar? Why would Bruce help you with that?" Roy cocked his head, his almost bird-like manner making her lips twitch slightly.
"He was the one who recommended that I go live with Jay." Dick cringed. "Sorry… anyway, he was the one who found me and… the others. I figured he might know the guy better than I did."
"So, why would we be helpful?" she looked at Roy with a sheepish expression.
"Because I'm a little scared that he'll tear my throat out."
"Then don't go."
"I have to go. Curiosity killed the cat!" she whined. Dick and Roy paused, sharing a glance before looking down at her. Dick sighed defeatedly.
"We'll leave in the morning. You can have the other guest room down stairs." She smiled brightly at him before capturing him in a (normally) bone-crushing hug.
"Thank you!" she raced downstairs, gone in a breeze.
"She'll be the death of us."
"That night he caged her. Bruised and broke her.
He struggled closer. Then he stole her.
Violet wrists and then her ankles.
Silent Pain.
Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams.
Monster…"
They skidded to a halt, stopping in front of the house. The early morning sun peeked over the mountains, casting bright light over the street.
"It's this house." She pointed to the small house. It seemed to be falling apart, with an old rickety fence that looked like it had been hit by one too many cars, and long tendrils of ivy growing up the side.
"It smells horrible." Roy turned up his head, grimacing at the pungent odour.
"It smells familiar…" Bree shook her head, brushing off the thoughts like cobwebs. "Let's just go inside." Walking forward, she knocked on the door, only for it to open on its own.
Inside the smell was stronger, and sickly strong. Small puddles of blood tracked across the floor, but the obvious smell of rotting flesh destroyed all thoughts of feeding. Following the trail, they reached a broken, splintering door. Dick kicked it once and it cracked in half, showing how old it was.
"This house must be old. It seems like it could fall apart any moment." Roy noted. The three shuffled into the room, only to find a pale body lying in a puddle of bile and blood.
Like something out of a horror movie, it looked drained of everything. Its bones were visible through the skin, and the bite marks on its neck were fresh. But they couldn't find any possible wound that would amount in that kind of blood loss.
Bree looked horror struck and began stumbling backwards. She watched in horror as the body began to rouse, sitting up slightly. Its eyes opened to reveal two bloodshot red-brown pupils. It opened its mouth and emitted a loud hiss/growl type noise before moving sluggishly to its feet.
"We don't want any trouble. We're just here to talk." Roy said, putting up his hands in a manner that suggested surrender. But the creature didn't stop, instead throwing a slow, un co-ordinated punch at the red-head.
It made more gurgling noises before turning again, making feeble attempts to hit one of the two boys.
Bree growled warningly, launching at the creature. She bit down deep into its throat, tearing out a chunk of flesh. What normally would have been a dry, hollow hole, revealing muscle and bone, was a wound secreting a yellow-ish pus. She spat out the chunk and took a swat at his head, cracking the head in an in-humane manner.
"That was not a normal vampire." She said, turning her head to spit. "That my friends, was a zombie."
~S~
"I was lucky when I was created. I was one of the few out of my group that was not turned into a mindless creature. They're created when the victim loses too much blood. As you know, the body must be strong enough to withstand the change. But if you lose too much blood, you can't… survive, I guess."
"When you wake up after the transformation and your body forces you to expel the rest of your bodily contents, you normally just start vomiting violently. But these creatures… they don't have enough strength. They just sit there and convulse as stuff comes from their mouth…"
She shook her head, sliding down the wall. Before they'd left, she'd insisted that they burn the house. She had told them that it was for the best, just in case that creature had survived. They'd been the ones to call the fire department.
"My creator… he'd come down every once and a while. Into the basement. He'd just kick them around."
"So they're essentially zombies?" Roy asked, sitting in the hallway across from her. She nodded, hugging her knees tighter.
"So much can go wrong… I've never thought about it." Dick said, staring out the window. Jamming his hands deeper in his pockets, he growled deeply. "Why were we called there? What did he want to prove?"
"He wanted to prove that he could play god." Bree said evenly.
i love Monster by Meg and Dia, it's such a great song. especially the dubstep remix.
i don't own it though, so don't sue me!
