Victoria hadn't been able to just sit there and rest while everyone was out in the club fighting. It had taken her forever to get up into a sitting position where the room hadn't been spinning. When it finally had happened though she had gotten to her feet and walked to the door.
Something was slowly taken over her mind though. She was only acting on instincts at the moment. So her brain was basically shut off and all she did was see what was happening around her as well as her own actions as she moved through the dreamlike state. It was completely weird too because there was this hunger that was growing inside her body that was making her body get up and walk to the door.
She saw a pair of creepy looking twin demons and then she saw Wyatt with Chris fighting them. She had wanted to go out there and help them fight, but it didn't work out that way. Because just then a demon had passed her and her body had turned away from helping the family that had taken her in as one of their own and she followed the wretched thing to the back alley.
She followed the man out into the back alley. Unlike the singer who he had just infected she could see who he really was. She could see the blue tint to his skin that only meant one thing. He was a demon and he had just done something very, very wrong and very stupid. Especially since he had done it in front of her on this very night when all she wanted was the fuel that he could give her to live.
She knew.
"Psstt" she hissed at him.
He turned to her. At first he was worried of who was after him. What he saw was a regular teenage girl all dressed up to go clubbing who may at the time be intoxicated. She watched him through a weary killer's eyes and smiled.
He thought she wasn't a threat. He thought she was just some silly drunk girl he could take advantage of.
"Why, hello?" he said sleazily as he took a few steps towards Victoria.
She giggled and slunk over to him. The sleeve of her glittering top falling down to expose her arm. Her pale skin shimmered in the moonlight. Her pale skin and dark eyes made her look almost undead. They made her look like a vampire.
"What's a girl like you doing out here?"
"I was waiting for my supper." she told him leaning into him
He smelt good. She could smell his cologne on him. It wasn't cheap. It was the good expensive stuff. She leaned into him and ran her hand over his shirt. It was silky to the touch.
He had expensive tastes. She liked that. It meant he took care of himself ; it meant he didn't think about things he only saw them and they registered in his brain.
Right now she could tell the only thing registering in his brain was that some hot mysterious girl was hanging all over him. He thought he was going to get lucky twice tonight. First, he had stolen demonic powers and left them off in a human host till the demons got off his tracks, and then he thought that she was going to go home with him tonight.
Poor stupid man.
She smiled up at him. He was an inch taller then her. His breath smelled like cheap peppermint gum and his hair smelled of some designer shampoo based off of his cologne.
She let her hands ripple under his silky black shirt and up it. Then she used her strength to break the shirt open, black buttons splashed everywhere in the alleyway as she smiled in satisfaction.
His neck was clearly visible to her. He had a perfect tan. Must be a tanning booth she thought smiling.
Right now she knew she wasn't at all like herself. Something had taken over her body that was hungry and repressed. It had taken over her mind also and was using her to get what it wanted. Well, more like what it needed to survive. It was cold and ruthless and medieval and it had infected her body.
"Wow, whoa there lady. I uh.. Not here," he said.
"Why?" she asked, pouting.
She was starving. Her body was ready to collapse and her energy was dwindling down in the night and he wanted to stop and chat. Perhaps have a coffee. Why did she end up getting the one guy left in this world who didn't want to rush into anything? The one demon like this none the less.
"I'm starving for a taste," she told him. "aren't you?"
He coughed and looked around the alley in discomfort looking for a way out. He was stuck rooted into the wall with her clasped to him in a hard grasp to get out of. He knew something was deadly about her now. She just wasn't some hooker or skank off the street. She had more of a motive for stopping him.
Sure, once she was done with him he would be dead. It would be for the greater good of humanity. The way she was going to... do him wasn't.
"Stop resisting me. You know you want me. You know you haven't been with a girl in four months." she could just tell that by the scent of the last girl he had impregnated. He didn't know though. She did. She knew the past, present and future of all things written on him. She hated him for letting her know these things. She hated him for being alive to show them to her. She hated him because she couldn't stop the images flowing through her brain as his life flashed before her eyes. She hated not knowing why she knew these things out of no where it was just like these images.. These memories were imprinted over him from the time he was alive to his death and now she had a taste of it as she touched him.
It was a new power. She knew that for a fact. Whether she wanted it or not was another ordeal. What the consequences would be for having it would be another.
"How did you?"
"Shh." she said. Waving her hand, she expelled the act of his using his voice box as he gaped at her. She tilted into him. "I'm going to show you all the things you have never felt. The way it stings to know you're in danger, the way your heart beats faster as if it beating faster could possible make you move faster to escape your own demise. I'm going to let you feel how it is to be hunted down like an animal and then eaten alive just because it will be fun."
He shook underneath her grip. His skin was cool to the touch, but his heart was burning inside of his chest.
"Mmm. And when I am done with you you will know it."
"Who are you?" he whimpered.
"I'm your inevitable death, sweetheart." she answered licking his cheek.
Something dark was coming into her body, something was making her want to kill him, and something cold wanted her to enjoy. It was alien inside of her blood yet it was comfortable inside of her skin, she pressed her forehead to his. Third eye to third eye as she looked deep into his black eyes.
"I'm not going to chase you down. I don't need to chase you. You are mine already." she said resting the palms of her hands on the brick wall on either side of his head.
"You don't know who you are messing with." he tried to warn her.
He formed an energy ball in his hands. It was the only power he had. At least he wasn't as weak as he was letting on.
She shook her head. Pressed her body into his and took the palm of his energy ball infested hand in hers like evil past life Wyatt had once done to her. As she did the energy ball faltered and turned into smoke.
He looked into her eyes. He knew now what it was like to be weak. He knew now how all the women he had killed in the past felt.
She liked letting him feel helpless. He would never be able to be a chameleon again, he'd never be able to destroy another persons life and he would never get the chance to hurt anyone else. She liked feeling strong and unstoppable as she leaned into him. It was a nice change from the worry and unknowing feelings that had corrupted her as of late.
"You know I am going to kill you. However, I will give you one convenience if you so wish it." she told him.
"What convenience?" he spat out at her.
Oh, poor demon was angry he was bested by a girl, poor baby. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised and tilted her head. Her hand she used to swirl over his face. She touched his third eye then his throat , and then she let her hand glide over him.
"You have a child."
"Whatever you say, lady."
"You will have a child on July 3rd. It will be a boy. He will be half the man you are. "she told him flatly.
"No way in hell." he tried to get out of her hold, but she ended up knocking his head into the brick wall with her left hand.
"There obviously is a way in hell for you being a father to a soul so pure."
"I'm not a father. I have no one."
"Quinn doesn't feel that way," she responded.
She almost lost her footing as she saw the visions of Quinn as the information piled into her mind. Quinn was quiet. Quinn was a librarian. Quinn was ordinarily. That's why he had liked her. She had never thought he was a demon. She never had guessed.
They had had few dates. He had stayed with her till he had got laid and then he'd left her. He had had feelings for her. He didn't know how to handle them so he had left.
It was the same old story with most guys.
"Quinn," he whispered in the hushed environment around them.
"Your decision is necessary here." she informed him in a calculated voice.
"For what? You're going to kill me. What is the convenience?"
"I can let her know. Your last words do count."
"Just kill me." he said looking off into the distance.
"As you wish," Victoria said and then she placed her mouth beside his chin. There she opened his life energy and pored it into her body. She suckled on it like an newborn baby as his power started to refuel her dwindling strength.
He flinched and tried to break away, but it only made the pain come back harder on him.
"Wait," he whispered. He cared.
She pulled away for a moment.
"For what?" she asked.
"What's his name?"
"Is that all you want?"
"I want everything. Doesn't mean I will be getting it anytime soon."
She nodded with a distant smile at true that was. "She will name him after you."
He nodded. She gave him a moment to comprehend her words. And then she took the last of his life energy from him as he collapsed into her arms. She held him tightly and sucked it away faster. The more she got, the better she felt, and the more he gave the faster he went. She smiled as she bite harder into the last of his life energy.
After she had killed him all she could do was laugh. She laughed leaning against the wall feeling like a drunken fool. She know understood the saying 'high on life'. Her wrist was turned in towards her body and her back was half tilted on the wall. Her side was leaning against the wall and her back was shaking in the undercurrents of laughter as she thought about it in her moment of drunken insanity.
She laughed harder feeling empty as she looked up at the clear black sky above her with its twinkling stars.
Up there, she'd always wanted to be up there as a child. It was so much easier up there. It was so much easier to live when you were dead.
Victoria brushed a few tears away from her face drunkenly. Her stomach was hollow and her heart was jumping. She felt as if she had run a marathon and she still had the adrenaline still pumping though her body over her victory. Of course, this wasn't the type of victory she had thought she needed.
Of course, it wasn't every day that you find out you're a psychic vampire. Might as well make the best of it, she thought wickedly.
As she looked up the stars glow brighter. She almost felt as if she could touch them. If she wasn't half drunk off the life energy of the demon she had just ate she would have tried to fly to them. At this moment, she didn't doubt the fact that she could.
She should have known she could never be like the Charmed Ones. She could never be with them the way they were so good and so pure to the world and the way she was tainted and unrestrained. She wasn't meant to be with them. She didn't care what the Elders had said once about their paths interlinking.
Whatever drug the Elders had been smoking at the time had gone wrong and reality was still present. She was a danger to them. She could hurt them and they wouldn't even know it till it was too late. She could kill them and destroy the Charmed Ones bonds forever if she cared enough.
She, unlike anyone else evil, was on the inside. They trusted her. One of them even loved her. How he could love her she would never understand. She gave him nothing in return. All she did was worry him and take his presence from his family but somehow he was still with her.
Not for long though
He would soon figure out what she was like. He would know soon.
Then she walked down the alley back into the club to wait for Chris to come back to her and comfort her once he was done fighting the twins. He would see her recovery and stop worrying about her. She could give him that little refuge from worry for the time being. She had a feeling that this would curse her forever to live off of others energy.
She had a feeling that evil past life Wyatt had past the curse of being a psychic vampire onto her when she had last kissed him. She also knew there was no way to stop being one to. Not unless, of course, she died.
As she thought about her cursed future she drew pretty pictures with the tips of her fingers in the air that glowed in gold for a moment before they disappeared in embers. She didn't know it then, but someone had seen her display of insanity.
Wyatt had.
He stood behind the dumpster by the door leading out to the alleyway from the nightclub and watched her go back inside. His face was completely emotionless as he watched knowing that his suspicions had been confirmed to a point.
He had saw the whole thing.
