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To Feast On Life As Well As Living It!
I gazed out the window for some time now. Thinking and planning of what is to come next, but I wonder. It's been two days now since I've ended up in this Rat-hole of a City and still no improvements on my living situations. I've already killed too many criminals to be labeled as a 'suspect' myself. Though no one has able to seriously spot me before I zoom out of sight, living in this dump of a former hospital dose nothing to ease my tensions.
But I did save a few lives from gang-rapes and such. That I won't forget and neither will the woman I saved either. For me; it wasn't really a big deal. I had just finished a meal that I had bought from McDonald's. It has been too long since I tasted their awesome junk food and I intended to feast on two pounds of fries, twenty pieces of chicken nuggets, and a double quarter-pounder with bacon! Yummy!
After eating everything, I sat on the rooftop of the building and enjoyed the fresh air wile burping a few times, thanks to a full stomach! Yes! I got tired of human blood and wanted to eat something else to my heart's desire!
"Aaaaaah!" I breathed and patted my belly full of goodies. "Now that was a Happy-Meal! (BELCH!) Excuse me!" I smirked as it echoed. No need to feel lady-like when I'm alone! Makes me feel all the better as I lay on the ground with my hands under my head. I was soon to doze off too before I heard running and cries for help from a woman in distress. Really? And here I thought saving someone could wait until after my nape!
Stretching my back I looked over the roof and spotted a woman running away from three punks that wouldn't stop 'cat' calling her. Frowning at the sight, I decided to leap into action. Of course, being on a full stomach didn't help, but I landed with as much grace as I could and gave chase down the allies. For a moment I thought I had lost them, till I heard the woman crying and men laughing from her struggles. I turned to the corner and saw how she was being pushed and grabbed by one of them. Deciding to be up-front about it, I walked right behind one of the snickering idiots.
"Hey, Asshole," I tapped him on the shoulder. As soon as he turned I punched him, rather hard, into his face. He went down like a fallen tree, and remained motionless on the ground.
"What the –?!" The other two gaped at me as the woman stared wide eyed in my direction.
"You boys are rather pathetic to be chasing after a girl who's turned you down once already," I scolded rather coolly as they exchanged confused looks at one another. "Care to give me a try?" I grinned and wiggled a finger challengingly at them.
"Crazy bitch!" A guy with a brown pony tail pulled out a knife and went for me first. "I'll hack you up! GAH!"
I grabbed his wrist and squeezed till he dropped the knife, his eyes widened in horror at my strength. With my other hand I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and smashed my head into his. His eyes rolled up into his head as I let him drop unconsciously to the concrete. Not much pain on my behalf, for I just shrugged it off. The last of the men gazed up at me and I grinned at how his panic was dripping from his face. He tried to run pass me but I seized him from behind his coat and hauled him into the air. Turning him around I grabbed his throat and began to squeeze until he was withering in my grasp.
"The next time I see you even 'looking' at another woman's ass, I will kill you! Understand?" I growled inhumanly as my eyes flashed in warning. He gave a shaky nod and I threw him several yards away. After landing, he scrambled to his feet and fled the area; least I change my mind.
"Rats!" I spat at one that lay motionless at my feet. "Filthy rats! All of them!" Then I cracked my knuckles and turned to the woman, who was still sitting near the far corner of the wall, looking rather shaken, yet shocked at the same time. I sighed and rubbed a hand through my hair. I just saved her ass from being group-fucked and all I get is the silent treatment. Typical. Then again, I'm sure she didn't expect someone like me to save her like this. "Hey!" I called out, making her jump at the tone of my voice. "You're welcome!"
As I stood there in silence for another few minutes, she said nothing. Awkward much? "Fine!" I said and turned around to go back to my rooftop, "I'm going now."
"W-W-Wait!" I heard her voice calling back to me, making me stop sort at a corner. I turned around and found her getting to her feet, rather wobbly, and slowly made her way towards me. She was blond and wearing skimpy blue jeans and a tight pink top. No wonder those men went after her! She was practically dressed with the words 'come screw me, baby!' She was pretty with her make-up on, but she reeked with perfume! She stood just a few feet from me before she sputtered; "Thank you! Thank you so much! You saved my life!"
"Ya well, next time don't dress like a Playboy Bunny in the allies of New York," I scolded and shoved my hands into my pockets while she gapped at me. Ya, I insulted her and I felt no regret over it at all. Nope. None.
"Well – I didn't ask to be followed!" She said as her blue eyes narrowed angrily at me. "I was only taking a short cut home when they started chasing me! I tried to get out my phone but they stole my bag-! Oh! My bag!"
I looked down to where she was starting to search and found the pink thing laying over one of the fallen men. She took it off of him and brushed it clean from his filth.
"Didn't you know that short cuts in this town have too many stray dogs?" I asked coolly and turned around towards the old hospital. "Anyway, try calling a cab. I'm not gonna be responsible for the next encounter. And you better pray that there won't be a next time."
"So much for the thank you," She frowned at my attitude and turned to walk the other direction, but then she turned and said; "I'll try not to be a bother next time!"
I smirked and she blinked a few times when she spotted my fangs. "I'll hold you to it." I said and ran, like a blur, from her view. I saw her flinch in surprise at my speed, but she seemed to brush it off and quickly walked out of the alley.
I had to laugh at myself. Imagine me; some big super hero out to save all those sorry people who put themselves in danger in the first place! Now I know a lot of times that it isn't their fault, but still – I am certainly not gonna be called a hero! Nor am I gonna be somebody to look up to. That's just rotten business.
Hn? Business. My mind began to spin wheels at the possibilities on that kind of outlook. After all, heroism won't feed my belly or keep clothes on my back. Also, my actions here will spread quickly if I keep killing. Those guys in the alley are still alive, but with serious head injuries. Mental note; 'kill only if they truly deserve death.' Now that that's settled… Money. I have to find a better way to earn money. I can't keep ripping off of criminals all the time.
After the woman had left I did return to where the two numb-skulls were withering in their consciousness, or what was left. Rummaging around in their pockets, I took their knives and found at least fifty dollars in cash, between the two. They did have credit cards but I didn't like the idea of stealing those. Plastic is a pain in the ass when you're accused of identity theft from a thief! Still, pickpocketing from these dummies is a start.
I still had some money left in the bag I had found on the beach. Though it was stolen cash, I could care less. I need to make a living now that I am here. Who knows? Maybe I'll find a part time job that doesn't do any background checks or looks for ID cards. Now what kinds of jobs, like that, exist in the Big Apple? I cringed when I remembered some of the night life here. This was no Los Angeles, but I remembered a lot of night clubs and stripper joints for hiring women with these sorts of problems. No way in Hell am I getting into a Stripper Club! What about the Underworld? Like night clubs that offer singers, to bar tenders and such.
I mentally slapped myself for having to choose singing in front of a stoned crowed over killing the scum of the city. But it would be a nice back up job should I get tired of the bloodshed. Uagh! It's been so long since I've been here I don't even know what goes on anymore!
I spit on the ground before returning to the condemned building. I definitely have some priorities to sort out. But first: some new clothes. No one is going to hire a woman dressed like a sock monkey! So, I grabbed what necessary amount of money I would need and headed into the city. Though, instead of walking, jumping from roof top to roof top was pretty fun. I even got to jump over a few houses and streets without being seen! Awesome! My strength has definitely improved over the last few days.
After enjoying the wind whipping through my face, I landed on top of a Target store. They always have good clothes! Making sure no one was looking up; I jumped down from behind another building and started for the glass doors.
They opened gracefully for me, with those electric motors in their gears, and I was immediately blinded by the ultra-lighting. Blinking away the spots, my feet pounded on white tile floors as I looked around the place. Cash registers to my right were lined with red pillars and numbers along with their signature store symbol; the bull's eye. To my left was a customer service desk along with a few security guards examining a guy's bag. Quickly avoiding their gaze I traveled down the long hallways towards the woman's section.
The smell of human presence practically suffocated me, but I was thankful when I saw a nearby vent airing out the place. Not to mention all the heartbeats I could hear! I had to try and not slap myself when I passed by a small group of girls gossiping over the stuff they bought. Come on! Focus girl! Focus! Just find something good and sturdy and then get out!
Soon though, the distraction of shopping took the pressure of others off my shoulders. I eyed a nice black overcoat for woman, and was pleasantly surprised that it was under my budget, so to speak. Taking it off the hanger, I tried it on and it felt nice. Not too tight and its long sleeves covered some of my marks. That reminded me of getting gloves next. They had a nice set of leather gloves, yet weren't fingerless. That's okay; I can always cut them off myself. Now it was time for undergarments. Being bra-less for so long has left me rather chaffing under this sweater.
Some nice boots were next and I found a pair that resembled my old ones. Army thick and they went up to my knees. Totally bad ass! Nice! And on sale too! For a shirt and some pants? Black, of course. Yet, some of the jeans I found had that chain-style for belts too, well that's just fine for me!
After gathering an arm full of clothes I actually spotted some black lip stick in the make-up section and some dark blue mascara. MINE! And, also adding to my pile, I find some neat chopsticks on a stand for oriental accessories. Sooo mine! Thinking that I've grabbed enough, I headed for the check stand and waited behind some guy who needed a price check on a football T-shirt. After that little episode was over, it was finally my turn to be checked out. Not that I enjoy the phrase at all.
"Hello!" The brunette with glasses smiled at me as she began to ring up the items I had picked. "How was your shopping? Did you find everything you were looking for?"
"Good and yes," I answered with my own smile.
"You just moved here?" She asked, probably taking a jab at why I bought so many clothes and stuff.
"Yes, actually," I said and began to think of something. Anything was better than telling her the horrible truth of how I actually got here. "Boyfriend troubles," I sighed, trying to sound emotionally depressed. Well, at least I'm not totally lying.
"Ooooh, I'm sorry," She looked remorseful as she folded my clothes and bagged them. "You know," She said rather thoughtfully, "If you ever need a place to stay, there's a hotel only five blocks from here that offers great discounts! And their very good about respecting ones privacy."
"Hm, I think I'll look into that, thanks," I smiled sadly and for a moment I thought she was going to chew her lower lip off.
"You know what," She said and I felt my muscles tense in preparation for, well, anything! "Since you're having a rough time I can give you half price on everything here! But please don't rat on me! I can only do this once! IF you get my meaning!"
I smiled at how she was being all hush, hush over this, but I also felt inwardly humble at her generosity to take pity over my 'rough' time. Though I don't like to be pitied over, I'll take the hand out; just once.
"Thank you," I said as she nodded and finished my order. Handing her the cash, that was now less than I would be spending; we said our good days and I left without another word. Once outside though, I took a deep breath and started back to the condemned hospital. That hotel she mentioned sounds like an idea, but half price or no half price, I had spent a little more than thought I would and now I have to save up again. Not a problem. I'm sure there are more fools around to kick ass and take what they, themselves, have stolen. The strong survive in this jungle! And I intend to stay on the top!
I returned to the hotel and started rummaging through the bags. It was time for a change that I have longed missed. Ripping off of the 'borrowed' clothes I got from that hotel room, I started for my fresh underwear. Ah, the feel of a sports bra over my chest and the weight of my breasts being supported once again felt lovely. The black silk shirt was awesome too as I slipped into that and the jeans. The socks were also black as I slipped them on and the boots. And for the last, I combed out my hair and twirled it into its spiky style with the chopsticks and then painted my lips black and my eyes with the mascara. Slipping into the coat I stretched into my new look and examined myself while pocketing the gloves.
"Now that's more like it," I grinned at my half reflection in a partly broken window. Never had I thought to look so good in black again. I must resemble something out of a comic book! A hero? Never! An assassin? Probably, but maybe later. A rogue? Now that sounds more like me! Not with but nor against the law. Kinda like Zorro, but without the mask and cape. Now a sword would be nice, but I think that will have to come later. After all, I still have these guns to master.
Picking one up, I check the cartridge and found it full. Looking up, I found an empty beer bottle lying not twenty paces from me. Taking a deep breath I aimed, making sure the safety was off, and concentrated on my shot. For a moment, I felt my eyes narrow in closer at the target and I nearly blinked in surprise. Sure I know I'm half vampire but I didn't know my eyes could act like scopes! Cool! Testing my eyes again, I focused in on the bottle of its every detail. Then, without hesitation, I fired. My hand didn't even jerk from the recoil as the bottle exploded into hundreds of shards after the bullet came into contact.
Well, if I wanted to, assassin is definitely high on my jobs list. I sighed at the thought and knew why. Killing is only necessary for those who deserve death. I have got to make that my moral otherwise I'll be in big trouble if I'm not careful. Putting the safety back on, I pocketed the gun and sat cross legged on the roof. What to do now? What to do now… This all feels like it's going so fast and yet if I don't keep up I'll be the one withering in pain. I have to find a way to free myself from this – this pain.
"Can I die?" I asked openly to the sky and got no reply. I wonder how far my body will go to defend itself now that I'm all alone. With no Count, no Ranfield, and no one to call friend, I'm on my own to protect my ass. Not that this is news to me. Even before my experience through the mirror I was always a loner. Now I just have an even bigger excuse. I'm cursed. Cursed to live this life now that I chose it. But – what now?
Growing tired of thinking so much, I huddled on the roof top floor and wrapped my arms around myself. I need sleep. I just hope I can find a solution to all these – emotions before I break down again.
For the past few days Olivia was examining each new body that was discovered to be 'mysteriously' drained of blood. Among them, a woman; near her thirties, lay dead and displayed on a table with several autopsy cuts on her. There was one wound on her body that stood out from the rest; aside from the evidence they found in her messed up hotel room, there were two small holes on her wrist indicating where she had lost her blood.
This can't be happening! She told herself over and over again. There is no way this could be happening! There is no plausible proof that an actual vampire is killing these people!
She almost cringed when she was reminded of the 'brute strength' that it took to twist a human's head all the way around. Yet, it was possible if the murderer was strong and used a tool or a vice! But their medical examiner was clear when she said that human 'hands' had grabbed the man's head and snapped it around; straight out of the Paranormal Activity movie shit.
Back at the NYC PD, almost everyone was working on how and where to look out for this killer. Her boss; Captain Donald "Don" Cragen, was beside himself. Like her, he preferred actual facts of a crime scene, and not supernatural beasts.
While Elliot and the medical examiner went on an on with different theories; some reaching towards the Bram Stoker tales, her cell began to go off. Sighing, she pulled it out and snapped it to her ear while growling a; "Hello? This is Benson."
"You sound cheery," The voice of Detective Odafin Tutuola greeted her, "Any of those dead people come to life asking for blood yet?"
"Please, don't start," She hissed, and then changed her tone to her usual seriousness, "Did you find any leads, ones that don't include the 'True Blood' series?"
"Yes, actually," He said sounding a little more amused for her taste, "Some mad-man came in just an hour ago saying his two bro's were attacked by some devil-woman."
"Excuse me? Did you just say a Devil-woman?" Her brows went down in confusion. "IF one more person says the word vampire one more time," She shot a look towards her partner and Malinda, "I swear to God I'm gonna –!"
"Hey! I'm not done yet!" Tutuola's voice snapped at her into silence, "Do try not to twist your badge when I tell you this; we have the guy in our holding cell, but he won't stop rambling about a woman with red eyes, black hair, and skin as white as pavement."
"Did you check if he was on any kind of drugs?" She asked, running her hand through her hair as her partner went to stand beside her; obviously interested now.
"He was probably on a whole cabinet of drugs, Olivia," He said as sounds of the HQ office were clearly heard in the background of her phone. "I'm surprised he was able to walk through the damn door with those shaky legs. Anyway, he pointed out one thing that some of the murders have ties to."
"What's that?" She asked as Elliot mumbled; "Besides the bit marks?" but she waved at him to be quiet.
"All these attacks are located near an old hospital that's been condemned for demolition in four more months. I hear a lot of homeless like to use those places for 'temporary use.'" He said as Benson waited patiently for him to get to the point. "What better use then for a vampiric woman to do whatever she is doing will all that blood she's taken?"
"Is the hospital nearby?" She asked while motioning Elliot to follow her towards the doors.
"Just six blocks from you, down Madison Street," He said and Olivia heard him smirk as they headed towards the car, "Just be careful too. The suns gonna set any minute now."
"Thanks for the advice," She growled and closed the phone while she opened the passenger door and sat down. Elliot said nothing as she gave him the directions towards the condemned building.
"So," He finally asked after they had passed two blocks, "Think I'll need some prayer beads or a bottle of Holy Water, or maybe some wooden steak…"
"If you don't cut it out I'm going to push you through the door FIRST!" She narrowed her eyes at the man and he put one hand up in defense, yet with a sly smirk on his face.
"Don't worry, Liv," He said, using her famous nick-name, "I'll protect you."
She just rolled her eyes and turned to watch the sun setting over the city. Its red-orange color of rays reflected off the gray buildings gave the area a hot look, telling her that winter was soon to come to an end. As she continued to day dream about long walks in the park again, without her heavy coat, Elliot stopped the car in an empty parking lot.
"We're here," He pointed out in a 'sing-song' tone, but she ignored him as she checked her gun for any flaws. "You think any of those bullets can harm a vampire?"
"Just shut up and get out!" She ordered and closed the door of the car. The place looked very much like a haunted scene out of some old horror movie, but she stuck to her training and walked towards the doors. Broken glass littered the concrete as Elliot followed behind her, taking out his own gun too. When he went to open the door, they were hardly shocked to find it locked.
"It's not blocked by anything inside," He said as he peered through the window. "No sign of force entry either. Think she got in through one of the broken windows?"
"Probably," She said rather smugly, as if it were obvious that someone would enter through a window when the doors were already locked.
"Okay then," He took a deep breath and braced his feet on the ground. Olivia stood back some as he brought his right foot up and slammed it on the door. It didn't open at first, but with a few more kicks, Detective Stabler got the door to break open from the hinges. "What?" He breathed as he fought to get his wind back while she gave him an annoyed look, "Its coming down anyway! Let's find our Vampirella and get out of here!"
She sighed but took a deep breath and held her gun at the ready. Woman or not; human or not, she was here to do a job and bring this suspect in.
A loud pounding woke me up and I immediately sat upright. Great. And I was having a nice nape too, but then my sensitive ears picked up on footsteps and two heartbeats from the first floor of the hospital. Crouching on my hands and feet I snuck up to the edge of the roof and peered over. A squat car sat a few yards from the building and I swore as the footsteps from below took slow and couscous steps into each room.
"Well, had to happen sooner or later," I sighed and stood up to stretch. "Let's go make some new friends." I grinned and swung over the edge and into the fourth floor.
Walking by a few surgery tables, which still had their rusty tools, I went to a wide hole in the floor and found that they were now on the third floor. I spotted them right as they came up the staircase; a woman with short, ginger hair, and a man with little hair to speak of. They held their guns in front of them as I spotted their badges in their coats. Detectives for the NYPD. Terrific. And here I thought my night wouldn't get any worse. Like a spider, I crawled through the hole and onto the ceiling as silently as possible. It may seem ridiculous, but I think using the 'sneak up and surprise' card would be best in this situation. After all, these people were officers of the law; not some low-down, drugged up, criminals.
I smirked as the guy nearly tripped over a table leg and curse as he pulled out a flashlight. The dark of the night has no effect on my eyes! I can see everything they can do just fine as the natural lighting of the sun began to fade outside. They're in my element this time! Even if they are armed, I highly doubt they could hit me what with my speed being a big advantage. Still, as I crawled over their heads I froze when they turned their heads left to right, their eyes gazing down the hallways for any signs of life.
"Hello?" The woman called out with a calm and cool voice. Brave, but what makes her think that I'll answer her?
"Is anybody still here?" The man asked this time.
Still? Did they anticipate that somebody would still be here? Oh. Of course! All the killings and crime fighting I've been doing must have led them here! Shit! I growled to myself but stopped when their heads turned to my direction. I vanished from their view as the man's flashlight shined up to where I had been moments before.
"Did you hear that?" The man asked as he wore a nervous look. "Sounded like a – growl."
"Don't. Start." The woman spoke firmly and angrily at the man. So, they must have found the evidence of my bite marks on some of the guys I had killed earlier. Damn. Oh well, gotta face them now or latter. Better that it's now!
Storming up an idea in my head, I smirked as the man began to mumble to himself about how dark and perfect it was for someone inhuman. Well, they came to find out, didn't they? Might as well play along.
"GET OUT!" My voice rang true and ruthless around the floor making both Detectives jump in their shoes.
"WHOA!" The male tripped on his back but immediately went back on his feet and held his revolver at the ready. "Who are you?!" Where are you?"
"None of your business!" I hissed almost inhumanly as possible while dodging their eyes above them. "This is my territory now! Get out!"
"Are you the one who's been killing people?" The woman asked as she took a defensive stance.
"Criminals!" I countered and dodged the guy's flashlight again. "They were criminals! Rats of the city! I just did what any exterminator would do."
"That's not justice!" The man shouted as he leveled his gun with his light, so he could see where he was aiming. "That's just plain murder! And what about that woman in the apartment two blacks from here? Did you kill her too? She wasn't a criminal!"
"She wanted to die!" I growled back, jumping and shuffling out of their sights, "I tried to tell her otherwise but she thought I was some angel coming to save her. Pah! I am no hero! I just take what I need to survive! And in return I rid the city of its rats!"
"That's not justice!" The woman began to speak rather sternly, "You may think that you're doing a bit of good, but it's not! The men you killed may have been criminals but you can't just take the law into your own hands! That's not how it's done!"
"Justice?" I hissed as my own anger grew. "Justice!? Where was the justice when I needed it most!? Where is the justice for the victims of everyday cowards, rapists and criminals of the streets of New York? I've seen what justice has done to this city and many more. NOTHING! NOT A DAMN THING!"
"That's your reasons for killing those men?" The male replied as he held his gun at the ready, "Whatever happened to make you this way; you have to make every criminal pay!? You're not saving lives! You're condemning them along with your own!"
"What do you know!?" I spat miffly as my eyes burned with my rage, "You don't have to live with this cures!"
"Cures?" He repeated in confusion as he went back to back with the woman, obviously they knew that I wouldn't be easy to bring in. As if they could! "What cures?"
"Don't you know already? Haven't you already figured it out what with the evidence I left behind?" I taunted with a grin. This is getting fun! Their heartbeats increased at the sound of my amused tone.
"There's no such thing as a vampire!" The woman shouted, showing off her own frustration, "You must have needles or something to make it look like something supernatural killed those men! Blood can buy a lot of money for hospitals such as these! That's why…"
She trailed off as I laughed a rather cold and hollow laugh. It echoed down the hallways as I saw goose bumps appear on the guy's skin. "You think I'm a criminal myself, don't you?" I drawled out followed by a cruel giggle. "Not that I blame you, though. It's not every day one crosses paths with the unknown. I'll tell you a little secret then, Detectives!" I smirked as they tried to locate the source of my voice, but they were just too slow to spot me. "There are such things as monsters! Inhuman beasts that pray upon the weak! But, in spite of the dark nature I am now forced live with, I decided to pray on more of the 'guilty' party from humanity. Only seems fair in my eyes."
"Forced to live with?" The man asked as his eyes didn't stop wandering around. "You mean you were normal once?"
"Normal is rather overrated these days, don't ya think?" I countered as I lazily slid down the wall towards a window, which now possessed the moon's glow overhead. "But yes. I was all human… once upon a time."
I walked in front of the window and allowed the pair to finally spot me. From their eyes I could tell I must appear to be quit the sight what with the moonlight making me glow.
"Don't move!" The man raised his gun at me as the woman just continued to gap at me.
"You really don't thing that pea shooter could stop someone like me, do you?" I asked and gave him a fanged grin. He blinked several times when he gazed at my mouth.
"Those have to be fake!" He said sternly, "Purchased from any Halloween store!"
"Believe what you will," I said and waved my arms side to side, "I can't force you to understand what I am. So, I won't fight the issue. But nor will you be able to 'bring me in' that easily." I made the comma sign with my fingers for the last remark.
"Will see about that!" The man said coolly and ran at me, but I grabbed him by the arm that held his gun and used my other hand to seize the scruff of his neck. He gasped as I easily lifted his tall frame from the floor, knock his gun out of his hand and then through him back to where his partner stood motionless, and looking more than surprised at me.
It wasn't a hard through, for I reined in some of my strength, but judging from the reaction he made, he was more than horrified that I had disarmed him so easily. I grinned, showing off my famous fangs as I let my eyes turn red.
"Pretty bold but stupid of you," I said in my deep and dark voice, "You have to do better than that if you plan to get the jump on me!"
The detectives didn't seem to know what to do next, but the woman made the next move by raising her gun to my head and shout: "Don't move and put your hands where I can see them!" How original! But, still having fun over this whole thing, I moved my hands up for her to see; as if to surrender. Then, when she was close enough I snatched the gun from her hand and backhanded her in the chest faster than she could blink. She went down hard but managed to shake off her dizzying experience as I stood over her trembling form.
"You're lucky I'm not in a killing mood," I growled and pursed my black lips in distain. Before I could think of what to do with these two, the male made a surprise attack from behind and before I knew it my face was pinned to the floor with the weight of the man on top of me. His hands quickly grabbed my arms and I heard a click as metal scraped over the skin of my wrists. Handcuffs!
"I got her, Benson!" He said and tried to hold me still as a threatening growl came out of my throat, "Call for back up! I'll try and – OAF!"
I had twisted my feet around his ankles and will all my might, flipped us both over so my back was against his chest. With blinding speed I twirled off and onto my feet again, then I kicked him in the stomach; hard, but not hard enough to break any bones, and he slid across the floor till he hit the wall, leaving him stunned.
The woman sat up but didn't move to get onto her feet again. She just stared up at me in shock. I could tell she wasn't expecting a small woman like me to overpower a big guy like him so easily. But I did warn them. I did say I wasn't going to be easy, didn't I?
A hiss and a sneer escaped me as I turned to her, livid that her partner had been that stupid enough to try and tackle me and get away with it. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed the muscles in my arms and began to pull my cuffed arms up and over my head. The sound of bones popping was heard but I felt no pain. I've done this before during my training in martial arts, though being half-vampire took a lot of the pain away. Hardly a surprising talent! Almost anyone can do it with the right training!
The woman continued to watch me as I moved my cuffed hands till they were in front of my face. I grinned at her and wiggled my fingers some as if to say; "Watch this!" And with hardly any effort at all, I broke the chain with a loud SNAP.
She flinched at the sound as her brown eyes widened. She watched in utter fascination as I pealed the remains of the handcuffs from my wrists. The feel of metal against them again made me feel agitated and a horrible reminder when I was still tied to that cross.
"THAT was very, very stupid!" I growled and moved towards the open window. "You people have no idea what you're dealing with! I am far beyond any of your understanding! I could have easily turned him into dog food! But I didn't because I wanted you to know that I am not completely evil either! Get it through your heads!"
"Who – Who are you then?" She asked and slowly got to her feet as her partner finally stood up and began to limp to her side, holding his gut with one arm.
Formalities now? I might as well just tell them otherwise they'll be giving me lame labels. Jumping on the edge of the window, I bent my knees some and spread open my arms revealing my claws in the process. With a deep and loud enough voice I said; "I am Dampire C! Hear me roar! GRRRAAAAAAAAAAARH!"
I let lose a horrible screech and they had to cover their ears to block out most of the awful sound. And with that I jumped, not down but up. As I landed on the roof I collected all of my things, including the bag, and ran hard and fast from the place. Now, thanks to my killings, I was revealed to the city's Police Department and had to find a new home fast. Another roof top could be nice, but it has to be high and seriously hidden from unwanted eyes. Well with a place so nice they named it twice, that shouldn't be hard to find. I just couldn't help but feel satisfied as I scared the living daylights out of those two detectives. Or was it my vampiric half that felt satisfied? Oh well! Too late now! In any case, no matter what happens now, I have a very good feeling that I'll be seeing them again.
"Now that was different," Elliot said as he snapped his back into place. When she kicked him he felt like he had been hit by a car! Such strength behind one little woman wasn't possible. But, the way she presented herself; her eyes, her cold skin, and even her voice! Not even Benson could denied the proof that they had just discovered tonight.
"Different? Yes!" She said in a surprisingly straight tone, "Does this change things? No! She has to be found and brought to trial! We can't have someone like her running around the city; killing criminals because she thinks it's what she can get away with!"
"Really? And how do you suppose we catch her the next time round?" He asked as they hobbled out of the building and towards the car, "You felt how hard she can hit, right? She almost broke one of my ribs with just a kick, Liv! God! Still hurts too!"
"Here, let me drive," She said and took the keys without his consult, but he surrendered the item and slowly slid into the passenger set, pain racking up and down his spine.
"Man! I haven't been hit that hard since my high school years!" He said as Olivia sat in front of the wheel and started the engine. "So?" He asked after she drove the car out of the empty lot. "What do we do now?"
"I don't know, okay? I just don't know!" She spat as she gripped the steering wheel tightly. This was a first for her too. Dampire C, was her name? Killing criminals was her game? What is a Dampire? Does C stand for her name? Why was she taking all her aggression on the scum of the city? What exactly is going on here!?
"Well, I do know one thing," Elliot spoke calmly. When she didn't reply he continued; "Chef is not going to be happy about this."
I'm back again! So sorry for the long wait again, I was pretty busy and work has been stressing me out! But I really should work on these chapters more often! They take the stress away! ; )
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