The Godfather Tale; Part 3
The night was crisp and cool, for a February in New York, but that was alright. It seemed the world was starting to slow down. It always seems like that when you have someone you care about walking with you. Dean McCoy; my Godfather, still refused to leave my side tonight after I just spilled half the beans on his lap. Well, I wasn't going to tell him who turned me just yet. I don't think he'll be able to handle the actual legend of Dracula to be real, let alone be the vampire that stole and ruined my life. Yet, I was still glad he was here with me. He even wanted to know how I was making a living and getting on now that I was free from the vampire world.
"Well," I started to think about the night club I worked at, "I found that if I concentrate hard enough, when I'm singing, I – can put people under a trance and make them dance and move the way I want them too."
"No shit?" Dean gaped at me, "You mean like those mermaids do to sailors out at sea in legends and stuff like that?"
"Something like that," I smirked as I waved my arms from one side to the other, almost as if I was casting a spell, "You could say I do intend to create a few waves."
I didn't expect him to double over and laugh as we turned a corner. "Oh my God!" He breathed in between chuckles, then turned to me, curiosity lighting his eyes up. "No! I wanna see this! I do! I really wanna see you sing and manipulate a bunch of stuffed-up drunks!"
"Really?" I smirked, making a fang show. He wanted to see me perform? Whoa! And here I thought he would be horrified at the idea, but then again, G D was always known for bringing up the party! That's why he had me learn the drum set to begin with. "Alright!" I smiled and led him to the club I was currently singing in. "You may want something to plug into your ears though, so I don't affect you."
"Oh, really?" He eyed at me teasingly, "And who's screams I had to get use to whenever we passed by an ice-cream truck just for her favorite scoop of cherry vanilla?" I rubbed the bridge between my nose at that. Really? He just had to bring that up? "I think I can handle your singing voice, C."
"Oh, alright!" I hissed but then made him stop at the doorway. I made him look me in the eye and tried to put on my serious face, "Just don't ever mention that to anyone. Ever!"
"Your secrets safe," He grinned as we entered the club's doors, passing by a few on lookers too. It was a Thursday night, and Valentine's Day was closing in as all the red ribbons hung from the bar's tables, but that didn't seem to bother the locals any as they focused more on gossip and their drinks.
"C! Oh, thank God!" It was the Boss, and he was heading straight for me as soon as we were in the lobby. "I need you tonight! Big time, girl! You know that bitch, Angie? Well, she just skipped out on tonight! Now I know you only wanted to work weekends but seriously! Really need your help here!" He said as his blond ponytail flicked back and forth, his face looked pleading towards me. I turned to G D and he returned my stare with a smirk. This was a perfect moment to show him my power. Whatever!
"Alright," I sighed, caving in on the Boss's 'pretty please' look; or so I made them all believe.
"Thank you! Thank you!" He grabbed my left hand and quickly kissed my knuckles, then quickly scampered off before he could hear my growl of disgust while wiping my hand on my pants.
"Never thought you were generous," G D grinned as his blue eyes sparked with humor.
"It's best not to spread any rumors," I suggested with narrowed eyes.
"Go knock 'em dead," He patted my back and went for the stool at the bar table, to order God knows what.
"Right," I breathed and headed for the stage. The band seemed to be grateful too, as I hoisted myself in front of the mike. Looking into the crowd of people, I turned to meet the crew for a suggestive song. "Alright, any of you know the notes for Jewel's Intuition?"
"Ya! We got this!" A young, short, spiky haired man smirked at me as I motioned two of the girls to be my support singers.
"Okay then. Ready?" I asked after they all checked their instruments. "Go ahead, girl!" The drummer said and I pulled out one hand and grabbed the mike with the other. After snapping my fingers, three times, they started the opening act for Intuition.
"I'm just a simple girl,
in a high tech digital world.
I really try to understand,
all the powers that rule this land.
They say Miss J's big butt is boss,
Kate Moss can't find a job.
In a world of postmodern fad,
what was good now is bad."
I started out smooth, gradually gaining the attention of everyone in the bar. Their eyes trained to me as I slowly outstretched my mind while waving my arms out to them in greeting, but also in the motion of the song.
"It's not hard to understand,
just follow this simple plan."
With a shack of my hips, I dipped my head and shoulder, to one side, then the other as I focused to release my voice to its highest potential for the lyrics.
"Follow your heart!
Your intuition!
It will lead you in the right direction.
Let go of your mind!
You're Intuition!
It's easy to find!
Just follow your heart baby!"
This is too easy. I grinned at myself as I moved my hands to my head then slowly pointed them at the crowed in front of me; their eyes looking hazy and grinning like they were drugged. In the back room of the bar, I spotted G D, who was looking more than amazed. Feeling a bit; impish, I started to sing louder and with more effect.
I don't believe it! She really is controlling these people! He thought as her voice seemed to escalate in the next verse. He knew this song, and there for expected her to be good at it, but – he had no idea she could do this! Suddenly, he too, began to feel the effects of something good wash over his mind and his body began to feel mellow. He cringed, trying to resist her voice, but as the song was rolling out, she proved harder and harder to resist.
In the back of his mind, Dean could sense a power; a dark sensation, clouding his better judgment as C's voice filled his ears with melodious vibes. Let alone some group of bikers, around a table, started to gape and drool for her, he could see that the stage lights began to outline her black form, almost making her glow!
She was alluring! Teasing in sexual pleasure as her voice carried through the crowd of people. It was like they were the snakes, and she was the charmer!
When the song finally ended, it felt like ages since Dean moved from his chair. Blinking away the dizzying experience, a thunder of applause and whistles from the crowd had him turn back to the stage to find C bowing gracefully at them. This vampire shit has me floored! He thought then quickly joined the people and clapped for his goddaughter's performance.
The crowd wanted more; thrilled by C's voice, she complied and sang a few more; one, Rihanna's Disturbia; and another by Madonna, Get into the Groove!
After a few hours, and the people getting totally buzzed with my voice and drinks; I decided to call it quits. The BOSS was satisfied and handed me a check for a fair amount of money. Thanking him, I decided to drag my Godfather out of the area, for he too looked a little plowed.
"Whoa…C!" He tumbled as he walked and I had to literally hold him on his feet as we crossed the street. I wonder if he's still riding that old Camaro. If so, where did he put it? "That was some – gnarly – awesome – shit you pulled!"
"Yes, yes, G D," I said, knowing it was mostly the alcohol talking. Boy, I'm glad my godmother isn't here to see him like this! I wonder whose ass she would spank first? "Where'd you put your Camaro?"
"Old Dog is sitten' at the SV – Belch! – U lot," He mumbled as I held his arm. Of course. It had to be there.
"Okay, G D. Let's go," I haled him around another corner. It had to be early morning, as the sun was hardly peeking into the dark sky.
Eventually, we made it to the brown Camaro. There was no way I was letting him drive to the hotel like this, or wherever he was staying. But, with a few glimpse into his buzzed mind, I was able to find out where he was staying.
"In you go!" I breathed as I shoved him into the passenger seat. There was no way I was gonna let him behind the wheel with over three shots and two beers in his system! Taking the keys, I walk to the driver's side and slid in. Starting the engine, I was lucky none of the local police intervened; let alone those detectives. But, seeing how early it was, I can guess that the station was gonna start their rounds in a few more hours. I better get him back to his room, so we can both crash for a while!
Driving around, and passed a few 'said' drunken drivers, I finally arrived at the hotel just as G D passed out. I wonder if his age is catching up with him? I though and smiled at him after parking in the free space. This feels kinda – surreal. Years have passed us both so quickly… Yet the feel of me being carried in his arms is still there.
I take a heavy sigh, then turn off the engine and took the keys. Pulling myself and G D from the car wasn't the issue; it was getting pass the lobby and into his room that just might! But, it turns out the attendant was out and we were alone in the hallway. Finding the room, I unlocked it and dragged him in. G D was still out cold as I just decided to dump his drunken hid onto the bed; although I did remove his shoes and jacket, and – pulled a blanket over him. Perhaps out of respect for all the times he has carried me to bed when I fell asleep. Course, that was a long time ago.
Making sure the door was locked I landed myself on the couch and pulled off my boots. It's not like I don't have a place for myself. Maybe… I just want to let him know that I'm still here and that this isn't a dream. Humph. I'm such a realist.
Taking in another sigh in the dark room, I fell into a nice nap. When I wake, I hope to make G D understand a little more of my situation.
Officer Dean woke up with quite a migraine. Last night – he could hardly recall most of it though. Then, he remembered! C's voice! Her singing mixed with the drinks he got; it was a wonder he had made it back to his hotel room at all. Wait! He was in his bed? And – he couldn't remember how he got here unless –!
"Carolyn!" He breathed and quickly got up, ignoring his shoes and headed straight for the small living space. After looking around his empty apartment, he stopped to find C sleeping on the small couch. A sigh of relief made him relax as he watched her chest slowly rise and fall. Her black hair had fallen out of the messy bun look, and was now draping over her shoulders. "Okay, Baby-girl," He whispered and quietly pulled up a chair to sit across from her. "Let's see how much you've changed."
Pulling out a mirror from the dresser he hovered it over C's sleeping form. He nearly lost his breath when he saw how ghost-like her reflection was. Half-vampire. Half of a reflection. He concluded but still didn't like it. Setting the mirror down he went to pick up her wrist. Gently, and very slowly, he removed the punk-glove from her left hand. What he saw made his heart tremble. Lines that resembled cuts ran across her bare skin like a suicide person would after slashing them with a knife. When he turned it over, his brows went into confusion at the rash-like irritation on top of her hand. Then, he remembered the pictures of the cross the SVU crew had shown him. Being half-vampire meant she would still get burned from holy artifacts. That included a giant cross.
"Jesus," He breathed and wanted to smack himself; for her situation was not unlike the Son of God's crucifixion. But, nor was Jesus tossed into the ocean! Moving away from her hand, he decided to check the tall tale of the vampire mark on C's neck. Sure enough, after pushing away some of her coat, there were two visible holes on the left side of her throat. "Oh my God. This is really happening isn't it?" He asked himself. He wanted to weep for her, but stayed strong. Instead, he just gripped her hand again and gave it a reassuring squeeze. Little did he know that would provoke her to wake up.
Dean only saw the flash of her eyes opening and suddenly he was lying on his back being pinned to the floor by C's body weight. His breathing increased considerably as he stared up into the eyes of his goddaughter. Only, this wasn't his goddaughter! This creature; in C's body, was glaring down at him with glowing red irises and showing off her very sharp looking fangs. When she growled, she raised her left hand and he watched in horror as her nails started to grow some until they were claws!
"C! Stop! It – it's me! G D!" He raised his hands up in surrender. Though she didn't look like she was in a talking mood, he had to find a way to snap her out of this frightening state. "I'm sorry I woke you! I'm sorry! Just – calm down! Calm down and we – we can talk about this! C? Please! It's me! Calm down, baby! Calm down!"
She seemed to notice his words and, slowly, she blinked the red out of her eyes as her claws retracted back into human-looking hands. Her snarling soon died down as her teeth went back into her mouth. She really could scare the piss out of someone! After all, he almost did! Almost.
"G D?" She asked as he saw her glowing hazel eyes appear again. "What-? What's the big idea?"
"I – I could ask you the same thing!" He chuckled heavily as C's weight was still on his chest. "Do you mind getting off and helping your godfather back on his feet?"
"Ya. Sorry," I said and moved my feet from his stomach to stand on either side of his waist. Grabbing him by the upper arms, it took me little effort to pull the man back on his feet.
"No worries. My fault anyway," He said and stretched his back in place. "Damn, girl! You really can take a guy down without breaking a sweat, can ya?"
"Ya," I said, feeling a bit ashamed now that my other half had suddenly attacked my own godfather right before I heard his voice and awoke to find myself on top of him. "I think I should go now."
"Hey! Hey, whoa now! Like I said that wasn't your fault!" Dean said and quickly moved in front of me, to block my way.
"It doesn't matter if it wasn't my fault!" I said, stating the obvious. "What about next time when it will be my fault! I don't want to put you in that kind of danger!"
"Don't you think that's kinda my decision too?" He said and put his hands on his hips, pulling out his more demanding look. "Listen, I get how you can lose control at any second, but that's not gonna scare me away. What does scare me is that you're dealing with this alone!"
"I don't have a choice! I could lung at you and drain you dry before you say my name!" I said. Why does he have to be so stubborn! Guess that's who I learned it from!
"I'll take that chance," He said, with his chin held up high as his blue eyes looked down at me sternly. "I promised I would help you through this and by God, I will! Now, let's find some breakfast and get you over to the SVU Department so we can work out some sort of a deal here."
"What now?" My eyes felt like they would bulge out of their sockets.
"You heard me!" He snapped and went back to his room to get dressed. "There is no way I'm letting you live like some vigilante for the rest of your life! Both of us are gonna get this settled over with the police and find a way to make a deal! Like it or not, C! You know as well as I do that you can do better than this!"
I frowned at him. Though he makes some sense, I still don't like how he's trying to pull under to live a normal life again. What is normal? It's no longer available for me though! But – settling things with the police would be a start for a better life. I guess. Terrific. Now I'm dealing with a godfather that's trying to pull the 'father' routine with me.
"You do know I'm too old to be told what to do anymore," I smirked as I pulled my hair up again and put my boots and glove on; which I discovered on the floor and realized Dean must have snuck a peek at my scars.
"Not to me you are!" He shot back and I heard water running in the bathroom sink. "Just because you're older and a half-vampire doesn't mean I don't get to punish your ass for neglecting priorities!"
"And what priorities shouldn't I be neglecting, G D?" I spat as I sat on the couch, waiting for him to come out so we could speak face to face.
"How about letting a family member know where you are and what's going on sooner?" He continued to put that on my shoulders.
"You know very well we took different paths," I said as I examined my nails. "And I'm not blaming you. My grandparents set us both up this way and we couldn't do anything. Not to mention I wasn't expecting to fall into a magic mirror right before getting my degree in Bone Surgery."
"Magic mirror?" He popped his head out as his brows were down so low I thought a wrinkle would burst. "Look! Tell me more over a plate of pancakes! I'm dying for Denney's coffee here!"
I smirked and rubbed the back of my neck. I guess telling him the rest of my story over breakfast doesn't sound so bad. However, as we left and headed for his car I started to worry how he would react.
"Thanks for driving last night," He said as I sat quietly in the passenger seat. I nodded once and didn't look his way as I kept my eyes on the road and hidden behind my sunglasses again. Noticing my sudden change, he sighed and shifted himself on the set as we came upon a stop light. "C? I know there are still some things to talk about, but between you and me, no matter how strange of things you've seen, I will believe you. I promise."
Taking in that sigh for myself, I nodded again, but then smirked at the thought of how far his jaw will drop once he does know! "Well, let's just say I still doubt it."
He smiled back and just shook his head. "I swear you're purposely not giving me enough credit! Give me a break, will ya! I came all this way and I wanna know! So – Please, indulge my interest?"
"Alright," I smirked as I stretched my arms in his Camaro. "But for the record; you asked."
Denney's restaurant wasn't too far. I haven't been to this place with G D in years, so I guess that's why he's bringing me now; to make up for lost time. He had us sit in the farthest corner of the place where little to no eavesdroppers could hear us. Once we ordered; a stack of their famous pancakes for each of us and coffee for him while I settled over some water (for now), that's when I started to reveal a little more detail of my story. I mentioned Dracula; how we met and how he changed me, and then the werewolf, Dwergi, along with traveling through Europe to get to Tibet and meeting a real live Wyvern along the way, he suddenly went brain dead.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" He said franticly, although trying to control the volume in his voice. "What the Hell is a Wyvern?"
"Umm… It's like a dragon. Think of a dragon without front claws but just its wings to use. It doesn't breathe fire, but he has a head like an iguana. Oh, and about over two stories tall," I said and smirked at how his left eye twitched with barely controlled emotion.
"Oh my God," He breathed and rubbed his forehead as I laughed at him.
"Like I said; you asked," I pointed at him and saw in his eyes how he wish he hadn't; or was it just I that saw it?
"Holy shit," He breathed as I finished shoveling the last of the pancake into my waiting mouth. It's not every day I get to eat like this so I take it when it comes. "Dracula. The Dracula! Is real!"
"Oh, he's real alright," I stuffed a growl at hearing his name over and over again. "A real pain in the ass. But – he is my problem, and I would appreciate it if I never hear his name again. I'm moving on. And I'm doing well, thanks for asking. Sure it may be the oddest of breakups that might just top Ann Rice's novels, but we'll see."
"Oh, boy," He ran a hand over his head as he tried to process everything I've said so far. "Okay! Okay! I get it! I won't say his name again. As for odd breakups? Well despite vampires, I doubt werewolf's are any cleaner!"
"Oh, God! Don't tell me you're reading that Twilight shit!" I rolled my eyes and rubbed my face in distain.
"No," He said, but I waited for the final stamp for his explanation, "Lori started the novel, and then I decided to take a peek behind the binding."
"Uagh!" I groaned and hid my face in embracement. "Okay!" I set my hands on the table to draw his attention to me. "First of all; my only opinion on that book series was how well they portrayed the Werewolf legend to that of Skin-Walkers of the Native North American belief! As for the Vampire portrayal; and let me make this as clear as crystal; IT STINKS!"
"Well, the story line was dramatic," Dean said, but was grinning the whole time. He was enjoying my rise and the defense in my face seemed to make him proud of me for some odd reason.
"Because it was meant to be displayed as a fucking soap opera!" I growled. That book series; and I'm sure I'm not alone; has put quite a bruise on my pride! This whole thing that vampires glow in the sunlight like diamonds was just plain bull shit! Even before I met him, I wanted to just pulverize the book because how it just spits at vampires! But – we're going off topic here. "Just – forget the damn book! You said you wanted me to make a deal with the police, and I would like to know how you're gonna pull this one off."
"I have my ways," He smirked from behind his coffee mug.
"Are those the same ways that your gonna pay for this breakfast, because you forgot your wallet back at the hotel room," I smirked as his eyes froze. If this were a cartoon he would be sweating bullets. My smile grew as I pulled out a twenty and a ten for check and tip. "I got ya covered. This time it's my treat."
"Err, thanks," He said then paused when a thought hit him, "Hey, wait a minute! That wouldn't be stolen money your using now, are you?"
"Now why would you think that?" I asked smoothly while keeping a straight face. When he became irritated, I sighed and said, "I earned this money through that club."
"That's comforting," He said yet sounded doubtful.
After that little episode we headed down town in his Camaro, yet he decided to take the scenic route on Washington Street and then turned to West Street; close to the Hudson River. Great. But as soon as we were turning we spotted several squat cars part outside a crapy looking warehouse near a port. Most of it was made of wood, but its metal roofing was crying for aide.
"Hey, G D. Wanna go check out what's going on?" I said and smirked when he gave me a stink-eye. "You know as an Officer of the Law you can't ignore this. Right?"
"Alright," He sighed and turned the vehicle towards the scene, though he had a strange feeling to be worried. Pulling to the side, I unbuckled and prepared to get out when Dean laid a hand on my shoulder. "Stay here?" He said and I frowned, but with his pleading blue eyes and fearful face he added; "Please?"
"Fine," I breathed in annoyance, but knew it was for my own good, or rather for the good of whoever started this.
Officer Dean stepped out of his Camaro and headed towards the scene, and pulled out his badge when the local police asked him why he was here. "Senior Officer Dean McCoy from Maine." He said and looked about them. There were four officers aiming their fire arms from behind their vehicles as two others stayed by him. "What do we got here?"
"Hostage situation," A young adult told him as he rubbed his sandy brown hair from his face. "A small gang decided to hold up the owner of this place just because he wouldn't allow them to complete a drug deal, and now their pissed because it's gone Up-Shit Creek." Just as he finished a few gunshots were heard, making McCoy and the young officer pull out both their guns and pointed it at the warehouse.
"Nobody panic!" McCoy ordered as officers close by started to shift on their feet. "Just stay calm and –!?" He froze when a shadow passed over him and the other officers and quickly spotted C running very fast towards the warehouse. "C! Shit! GET BACK HERE!" But she ignored him and he had no choice but to go after her.
Hearing enough, I decided to take action. Even from within the Camaro I could hear the shots and there was no way I was gonna let some gang knock off an innocent guy for defending his property. So, I got out, backed up some to get a running start, and then (like an Olympian) charged for the warehouse after jumping right over my Godfather and several surprised policemen. He shouted at me to come back but I didn't comply. If there is someone I can save then I can at least try by using these cursed powers.
Pulling out my own pistol, I slowly scaled the wall and entered an open window, making sure I wasn't spotted by anyone inside. I hear harsh voices speaking to an older and more fearful male. Being mindful of where my boots stepped on this old walkway, I peeked over the edge. Seven punks surrounding a graying man in an old fishing gear get up; his left eye possessed a sizable bruise. When I saw, and what I'm guessing was the lead brute of the bunch pull out a knife, I leaped down between the thug and the old man.
"Sup?" I asked as everyone's eyes grew at my sudden appearance and that's when I attacked. With the back of my gun I smacked him down while shielding the old man. Several shots were fired and I felt a burn enter my right shoulder, but I ignored it and continued to hit and punch every scumbag that was surrounding us.
"C!" I spotted G D, who had finally entered the place by using the main doors. He had his gun pointing at everyone but didn't fire, seeing as I was creating quit the scuffle.
"G D! Catch!" I hollered and grabbed the old man by the back of his jacket and threw him at Dean. Shocked, G D lowered his gun and quickly caught the poor guy with quick reflexes. As he quickly escorted the elder out, I was busy having my fun against the gang of idiots.
"You'll pay for this, bitch!" A bulky, black haired dude sized me up and was about to knife me in the chest, but I caught him and squeezed the skin till his face fell with pain. He dropped the knife and I threw him aside, just as a dumb bastard hit me over the head with a sizable metal bar. My ears rang some as I felt rage fill my chest. A growl escaped my throat as my irises burned red, my muscles pumped with power as my nails turned into claws. From the back of my mind all I could think off was blood.
Must have blood! Must have it NOW!
"Carolyn!" Dean shouted and was about to fire his gun at one of the gang members. She was swarmed! They surrounded her so much that he could no longer see her, and that scared him! What they could do; how she could get hurt made him fear for her life. One of the members that he couldn't see from the shadows suddenly rammed into him and he was pushed up against a wooden beam, leaving him a bit dazed. The man was about to aim his own gun at him when a deep and loud growl, so inhuman, made them both freeze.
There was a cry of fright from one of the men and Dean saw a splatter of blood fly into the air, and then things turned ugly. Dean couldn't speak as he continued to watch the terrifying sight of his goddaughter suddenly rip her nails into a gang member's chest and tear everything out. Sounds of bones being cracked and flesh being torn as each thug tried to make a run for it, but were quickly caught by the Dampire. Dean couldn't even recognize her anymore! Her face was contorted into this fanged and grinning demon! Her speed and reflexes were frightening as she leaped into the air, spun like some circus acrobat while her claws caught and tore into each one of the punk's flesh. One member tried crawling on his back to get away from the demented woman, but she quickly caught him by the ankle and dragged him back to her. He cried out in fear as she grabbed him by the hair and exposed his throat. From her mouth came a hissing sound as her fangs lengthened and she plunged them down into his neck.
Dean's chest contorted but he tried to keep his breathing even as he watched C drink from the man, his crimson blood staining his shirt and making a mess on C's face. Her red eyes spotted him and he froze. When she dropped the man Dean panicked as she made slow and deliberate steps towards him.
"Carolyn?" He spoke gently and she stopped her pursuit. Slowly, he stood back on his feet and looked around them. It was like something out of the Chainsaw Massacre story; the members of this drug gang were literally scattered all over the place along with their blood and guts. Trying to focus his old eyes back on his goddaughter he saw how she was crouching and slowly hissing at him. Quickly he put his gun away and held up both his hands. "Carolyn! You can stop now! It's me! Remember me? G D? You're Godfather Dean, right? I know your still in there! It's okay now! You can stop! Right?"
She tipped her head slightly to one side as if contemplating his words, and then she stood up straight and faced her head to the ceiling. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. When her head came down and her eyes reopened Dean was relieved to see C's somewhat normal hazel glow again.
"G D?" I replied in a hoarse voice, for my memory of the last five or ten minutes was a bit foggy. But then I felt something wet on both my hands as the smell of death and rot surrounded us in this warehouse. Looking down I almost gasp at the gross sight around me. The last thing I remember was getting bonked on the head by one of these gang members, but now they lay scattered at my feet. Literally! Most were in pieces as others bare similar scratch marks from my claws, which were soaked in blood. My lower lip trembled when I realized what had happened.
I lost control. Again! Though it was probably a reaction from my other half when I got clobbered on my head, although I still had an unwelcoming realization that what I did was terrible. I shouldn't have gone all heroic and jumped in the warehouse. I should have stayed in G D's Camaro like he told me too, and now the only two left standing in this horrible place was myself and the man who witnessed this unnatural slaughter; Dean.
"C? Are you okay?" He stepped towards me and I didn't move or say a word. What could I say? Saying sorry wasn't even going to cut it now! "Hey, it's okay, baby. It's gonna be okay." When he finally got to me he embraced me in a gentle hug. But I was as rigid as the floor I stood on, and just as stained with blood too. There was no excuse for my actions. I knew what I was doing and but I stupidly didn't put my other half into account, and so my punishment is to look at the destruction and loose of human life that it had caused.
Before this situation could end, I froze when I heard a sharp scrap of metal to our left. One of the gang members; although horribly mangled on the back and legs, held a grenade in his left hand and threw it at the doors. "Oh, shit!" Dean noticed and saw a few barrels at the door that the grenade had landed next to and immediately reacted by pulling me away to the far wall.
BOOOOM!
The grenade went off and I had to fight the urge to cover my sensitive ears as a roar of fire suddenly blocked our way. Those barrels had oil in them (probably for emergency fuel for boats) and now; thanks to me and these heavily armed gang member's, now dead corpses, Dean and I were trapped in the blaze.
"Are you okay!?" Dean yelled over the fire's roar as he quickly turned to me and I nodded, though I tried to ignore the blood I had smeared onto his coat and face. He didn't seem to notice but started to look for a possible exit. "This way!" He pointed to a very unsafe wooden ladder.
"Oh, here!" I snapped and grabbed him around the waist and bent my knees some, preparing to jump.
"No, wait! WHOA!" He gasped as we were thrown into the air and landed on the second landing. Clutching his sides from the sudden pressure of my embrace we both looked behind us to find that the fire was quickly spreading. No doubt the cops outside can't do anything to help us and the fire was quickly spreading on the old floor boards. Well, at least my brutal work will be burned away.
"C! Come here!" G D ordered and I followed him over to a window. He smashed the remains of the glass with a loose board and made a sizable opening for both of us to pass through. Looking down I realized there was only one thing that would catch us; the Hudson River. The smell of sea water provoked my senses as the familiar fear washed over my very being.
"Come on, C! We gotta jump!" He said, but when he saw the fear in my eyes he held my arm to prevent me from leaving. "There is no other way! We have to go into the Hudson! We'll be close to the river bank! I promise I'll be with you every way! Now jump!"
"I can't!" I said, for the very thought of being surrounded by salt water again even made my other half cringe in the back of my head. "I won't go back! I won't!"
"What!? C! Quit playing around and JUMP!" He shouted but I shook my head and would not move my feet any closer to the window. The fire was nearly upon us now and the roof to the entrance had already collapsed.
"NO! I CAN'T!" I yelled as goose bumps rippled my skin as the fear of the ocean again made me sick to my stomach.
Dean looked behind them to find the fire already igniting the second story platform they were on. The wood from under their feet began to groan and creak from the pressure, and so he took the only drastic way he knew how. With all his might he rammed into the Dampire and both flew out the window. He heard her let loose a shriek before both landed into the Hudson with a loud splash.
His ears were filled with the rushing sound of water for about half a minute before he finally broke the surface. Taking in the needed air he looked around him when he heard lots of splashes from a foot away. He watched as C was flailing about and making all sorts of panicky sounds. Didn't she know how to swim?
"C! Calm down! I'm here!" He went to her but had to dodge her regrown clawed fingers. Her face was contorted in horror as her eyes were wide with fear while she tried to hit and slash about to try and rid the water from around her. Something was wrong for he had never seen her this panicked before. While keeping himself afloat, he swam around her and grabbed the back of her jacket and started pulling her towards the shore. Though she kicked and beat at the water, he stayed just out of her reach while doing a one handed paddle.
Eventually, and with some help of the waves, they made it to shore, but as soon as their feet brushed against the somewhat solid and sandy ground, C dived away from him and crawled quickly up the polluted bank.
"C?" He watched in concern as C huddled next to a trash piled boulder and began to weep. Her arms were wrapped around her legs as her head was bent down to hide her face in her lap. Her hair sticks were gone which left her black hair dripping over the sides of her face. Quickly gathering himself, Dean ran to her side and placed a hand on her back. "C, what's wrong? Carolyn!" But she paid him no heed as her body trembled while she sniffed and whimpered.
Trying to recall the events that would lead up to this, he noticed a few pieces of drift wood in the water and suddenly remembered. She had been tied to wood and thrown into the ocean! The pictures of that cross! The silver wires that were used to restrain her! How could he be so stupid and forget that important piece of information!
"Oh my God," He breathed as he realized he had just triggered a possible phobia within his godchild. "Oh, C. Oh, honey! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He sat next to her and pulled her into his lap and into a tight hug. He was grateful that she didn't fight back as he folded his arms around her while her feet lay over his lap as her hands and face were buried into his chest while his chin rested on her head. Though the blood was washed away, both of them were soaked from head to toe with polluted salt water. He didn't care though. He had his godchild to comfort thanks to his forgetfulness of her experience within the water that possibly left her scarred for life!
"It's okay now," He hushed her as he slowly rocked them both, though he hadn't done this kind of comforting since she was four and had a scratched knee and elbow after falling from a tire swing. Yet, this was far worse than curing a booboo for a child. C was a grown woman now, but she still needed his help. Now that he knew why she wouldn't jump from the warehouse, all he could do for her now was let her know he was still here. "It's okay. Just breathe, C. Take a deep breathe. You're okay. You're gonna be okay now."
She was sniffing less now as he smoothed her black hair and petted her head. Even though he knew he was gonna have to explain this to the local authorities soon, he had to stay with her. She was his responsibility after all! So what if she tore apart seven guys with her bare hands not ten minutes ago; one of them got vengeful and decided to blow them all up with that damn grenade! Still, he had to find out what to do next. Well, after he had calmed her down, he could get them both dried and in cleaner cloths and then get back on their normal rout to the SVU Station. His mind was suddenly disrupted by the feel of C's form growing stiff in his arms.
"C? You okay, baby?" He asked but she didn't replay. She was sniffing more strongly like a hound now as her hands moved to his shoulders. "Carol –!? Carolyn! What the –!?"
Her entire weight suddenly pushed him down and was now pressing him against the sand. He froze when he saw her eyes; those horrible red eyes that the thugs had seen only moments before their own demise. He gritted his teeth when her nails pinched at his shoulders and felt a rock of fear in his gut as a snarl ripped from her throat while she bore those pointy white fangs just inches from his face. He then realized that her vampiric half didn't take to kindly at being thrown into the Hudson as well and was now showing him just how much.
"Okay! Okay! I get it!" He quickly said as she growled at him like some vengeful cat, for he too didn't want to feel the wrath of her claws enter his human body. "I won't do it again! I promise – I swear! It won't happen again!"
Her upper lip vibrated with her growing as she removed one of her clawed hands and showed it to him. As if she was making sure he was watching; his eyes followed that hand to the large rock that lay next to them. With one quick swipe her nails left a large five-mark impression on its surface that was about half an inch deep. Realizing it was a warning, and a deadly one at that, he swallowed thickly and nodded at her. "Right! I got it! You will kill me! Read ya loud and clear! Now – can I have my goddaughter back?"
She made one loud hiss before throwing her head back and taking in a deep breath. When she let it out her grip slackened and he found her falling on him again. He caught her and quickly sat up as worry laced his old features now. He brushed some of her black hair from her face and prayed to God that her demon was gonna let Carolyn wake up this time.
"C? C, are you okay?" He cradled her as she groaned. When he saw her hazel eyes again, he took in a deep breath to calm himself. "Oh, thank God!"
"G D?" She rasped as he held her close.
"Yes, baby?" He stared into her tired eyes.
"I wanna go home," She muttered before closing her eyes and falling into some sort of unconsciousness.
"Carolyn? Carolyn!" He shook her gently but she wouldn't wake up. He could tell she was delusional somehow; her trauma from being in the salt water again could be blamed on that. Now it was like she was speaking to him from long ago and for a moment he was holding her like she was a little girl again; a lost and lonely little girl that held the wraith of Hell itself on her shoulders. Dean wanted to curse himself. How did this happen? Why was she being punished for his mistake when he let her go with her grandparents? If he knew this would happened he would have fought harder in the court room! But – as life dictates; you can't undo what has already been done. Yet there was one thing he can do.
"Okay, then," He breathed, and with his second wind, picked himself up, and C, and started up the beach. "I'll take ya home."
Making sure the cost was clear, and that all the attention was on what was left of the smoking warehouse, Officer Dean McCoy carried Dampire C back to his brown and beat up Camaro. He quickly put her in the passenger seat and made sure she was safely buckled in and then he climbed in behind the wheel and started her up. Making up his mind, he drove the Old Dog towards the Lincoln Tunnel and started the long road back to Maine.
Hello everyone! I'm very sorry for the long update but I've been really distracted with a bunch of renovations that's going on! Well, I'm back and have been carefully constructing this chapter out. I hope it turned out okay and so far I'm happy with it! Sorry if I made a few mistakes, but I'll keep looking over it and correct them as I go.
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