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One month later...
Damien woke up with a throbbing pain in his body. He sat up and found blood slowly dribbling down his chest from 3 scratches. He got up, not allowing himself to heal instantly. He had had worse being Danica's boyfriend. He had had broken arms and legs and a scar or five. The bathroom door was open and Danica stepped out of it with a black dress and green scarf on.
She raised an eyebrow as she walked over to him. She wiped up some of the blood with her finger and licked the now blood-covered finger.
"A bit bland, Lover." She smirked. She walked past him, out of the room, without a backward glance. He chuckled, allowing himself to heal up, before going in the bathroom and taking a shower.
When he finished he saw clean pressed clothes waiting for him on the bed. He got dressed into his padded trousers, skin tight shirt, bullet proof vest, black boots and gunbelt. He stuck 2 automatics into the belt and walked out of the room.
He grabbed a bottle of blood and a power bar from the fridge and was gonna eat and drink them before,
"DAMIEN!" Danica's scream rattled the windows and not to mention Damien's sensitive ears. He sprinted to the TV / living room. There Jarko and Asher were staring wide eyed at the TV. Danica was standing, tapping her foot angrily.
"What?" Damien asked, breathlessly. Danica slapped him, hard. He went flying into the wall. He had made a dent. He got up slowly and furiously.
"What the fuck did I do?" He yelled at her.
"You got yourself on the fucking headlines, thats what you did!" She screamed right back. She pointed at the TV. Damien watched the footage of him in a Zorro-like mask.
"Franklin Joblowski took this footage on his mobile phone, thinking it was a practical joke. When the youngster stands up, you can see that the body is lifeless and unmoving. The boy has blood dripping from his mouth and chin. In the studio with me is Proffessor Drafen. Proffessor?"
"Yes, this young boy must have the same mental problem as this blade character, whom we have actually successfully captured." The professor said smugly. Damien turned off the TV.
"No one is going to recognise me." He stated firmly.
"Kid, only two people in the world have that hair cut. The lead singer of Billy Talent and you. People are going to recognise you at the building when we go." Asher said.
"Go shave your head." Danica snarled at Damien. Damien did as he was told. He didn't want to get on her bad side again.
He went back to his bathroom and got out the electric razor. He shave off his black fringe and the rest of his hair. It was now about 5 millimetres long. Then he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his protected waist. It was Danica.
He nipped at her and she nipped back. She giggled softly. He turned around in her arms and bent down to kiss her. She let go and he stumbled forwards. She held him steady and said, irritated,
"Not now." She walked out and he followed. He was confused. She had been like this for a couple of weeks now. Always avoiding his kisses and any love he presented towards her. They all got into a 4x4 and drove off.
Damien wondered if this was the end for him and Danica. She didn't seem to love him anymore, but he did. Maybe they'd both be better off if he left. He wouldn't have anywhere to go. He'd be alone again, but he'd always have his memories. But why was she ignoring him?
They stopped outside a police department and Damien felt his 2 guns (Not those guns!) and stepped out of the van.
When inside, Danica led them to the desk. She only had to show her face for them to be let in.
While waiting for an elevator, a guy kept trying to flirt with his eyes towards Danica. Damien's stomach dropped. He walked over to Danica and put his hand around her waist. She was reluctant, but happy that bastard wasn't flirting with her anymore.
When they got into the elevator, she gently removed his arm and went over to her brother. Damien went to talk to Jarko.
"What's she playin' at?" He asked Jarko quietly.
"I dunno. I haven't got alot of fuckin' experience with the ladies. But to answer your wierd thoughts, no I haven't seen her flirt with any retarded guy. She seemed happy when you stopped that asshole in the waiting room from flirting." Jarko said, lisping slightly because of his gold and silver teeth.
They got to the white hearing room thing, where a big, black hybrid was chained heavily to a chair. Damien decided to stay outside of the room, away from Danica.
"What the fuck are you looking at, you ugly bastard?" He snarled at one of the vampire guards. He ran off with the rest of the vampires.
There was a sudden crash and horrific scream. A man in a bullet proof vest and brown hair crashed throught the door, with the hybrid they called Blade. The ran off in the oppisite direction to him, closely followed by Jarko. Damien sprinted after them, pulling out his guns.
He pulled Jarko into a corner, before shotting around the corner.
"Shit!" He swore. He turned to Jarko. "The fuckin' special forces are here." Jarko was grinning. Damien grinned along with him. They reloaded their guns and stepped into the hallway. The shot wildly, ignoring the bullets from the special forces. Jarko then turned his gun on Damien!
"What the Fuck?" he cried.
Damien heard banging from above. Someone was in the air vents. He jumped up into them, but only just missed the person he was supposed to be after. He crawled along a little, but stopped abrutly.
'This can be my exit.' He thought. 'It'll seem like I'm dead, but I'll just run off.' He nodded to himself, before crawling to one of the higher levels.
Up on about the 10th floor, he saw Blade jump out of the window. He saw Blade get into a van and Jarko getting shot with an arrow in the eye. As Jarko fell to the floor in pain, Damien jumped out of the window. He landed and ran after the van, without being spotted at all.
The van stopped at an old abandoned wharf. He hid behind a barrel before seeing a way in.
'So these must be the Nightstalkers.' He thought. He could join them. After all, Jarko had attacked him and Danica had given up on him.
'I'll get my own back by hunting them' He thought before running quickly to the entrance and going through the door.
"So who are you? And what make's you think you're hunters?" He heard Blade's voice.
"Well, I'm Hannibal King and well, I used to be one. Danica Talos used me as her own sex toy for 5 years. Do I pass the test?"
"You were Danica's play toy?" Damien said, rather loudly. They all looked up at him. Damien jumped down.
"What the Fuck!" Blade said, searching for his sword.
"No! Stop, please. I don't want to hurt you. Coming in here would be sucicide if I wanted to hurt you." Some heads nodded in agreement.
"I am a vampire, I don't deny it. But I'm sick of it. They all ignored me. Hell, one of them even tried to kill me!" They still stared at him with content.
"Zoe?" The girl called.
"He's telling the truth. I say you should let him do some hunting with you. He does have the experience." A voice called.
"Okay, I guess we'll have to trust you for now. I'm Abigail Whistler, this is Hannibal King and Blade." Damien nodded and put his hand out for someone to shake. No one did. He wiped his hands on his trousers and said,
"I'm gonna get some air." He stepped out on to a balcony overlooking the harbour. He was joined by Abigail shortly afterwards.
"Why don't you trust me?" Damien asked.
"Well, you're a vampire. You've killed innocent humans." Abigail said.
"No one's innocent in our world. At least, not any more. I have to kill to live. I like the taste of blood, but since I now watch my own kind drinking it too, it just seems to have a different meaning now." Damien answered all of the questions that she didn't ask. She had never been up so close to a vampire and not kill him/her. And yet, just talking to him felt real. She never realised that at least one of them wouldn't enjoy killing.
"I'm Damien by the way." He said, turning to her, smiling. He had the sharpest teeth she had ever seen on a vampire. But he was so kind. Maybe that was why he didn't fit in.
"Damien." She repeated.
'He's really nice for a vampire. And handsome. Why did he ask about Danica though?' she wondered.
"Why did you ask about Danica?" she asked. Damien sighed, thinking about how Danica would be reacting to him being gone.
"A memory I think she and I would both rather forget." He said sadly.
"Oh." Abigail said, a bit embarrased by her own question. After a few minutes of silence she whispered,
"Sorry I brought that up."
"Don't be. What I did with her was a... well, I dunno. Stupid?" He said. He laughed.
"What's funny?" Abigail asked.
"I was just thinking, Since I'm gonna be a hunter, I can start a new life. You know, new hair style, new attitude, new clothes, new girlfriend..." Damien said smiling. Abigail looked at him.
"Anyone in particular?" She inquired. Damien only just realised what he had said. He looked at her and said bravely,
"Maybe... you."
She stared into his eyes. They were a dark shade of green and had narrow slits. She didn't realise that she had moved towards Damien and locked her arms around his neck. He had wrapped his own arms around her waist and moved his head towards her's. She jerked forward and then back, but then, feeling his warm breath, made her want to kiss him. So she did and she enjoyed every second of it.
The office building where the vampires are...
Danica was sitting on the table and her brother had his arm wrapped around her waist.
"Has he been told?" She asked everyone.
"Of your failure? Yes. Of Damien's disappearance? No." A voice came. It was Drake. He was standing in an open shirt and jeans. His eyes burned with knowledge.
"Damien's disappearance?" Danica asked not believing what she was hearing.
"Damien isn't here, is he?" Drake said simply, already knowing the answer. He continued, "Use your tracking devices." He walked out of the room. Damien was one of the vampires he actually liked. Damien was an almost perfect vampire. A daywalker, perfectly sharp teeth with strong and able muscles. But he knew more about him than Damien even knew about himself. Danica stormed off to her room.
"Asher, Jarko, find Damien at all costs. I don't care where he is, I just want him back here!" She yelled before she slammed her door.
She kicked off her shoes and lay down on her bed. She couldn't believe it. Damien was missing. She had been pretty horrible to him over the last few weeks, but she was just a bit stressed. Now she thought about it, she had never told him how much she really loved him. She never would say that in front of everyone else, 'cause her rep needed to be fearsome to get respect. A horrible thought crossed her mind,
'Would he ever run away? Maybe he felt unappreciated, so he ran away. But she loved him, didn't he see that?' She sighed unhappily. She was used to falling asleep on the slowly rising and falling well-defined chest of her love. She fell asleep, unhappy for the first time in a month.
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