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Chapter two
Joey walked along the board walk parallel to the beach, she glanced out across the sea admiring how the moonlight lightly kissed the ripples upon its surface, and how the silver tinge to the water instantly calmed her.
The sea had always had that effect on her, it always relaxed her, helped her to think better, helped her to gain a fresh perspective on whatever her problems may be. She had never fully understood her love of the ocean, she put it down to the old romance stories her mother had told her as a child of how her parents had met, and she remembered those stories as if her mother had only just told them moments ago.
Stories of how she was walking along the wharf having broken up with her high school sweetheart, she could admit in her stories that she had never loved the boy but she had cared about him, and although her heart was not broken she did feel a tinge of sadness that they had parted ways. She had gone to the wharf to get some breathing space before the hype with her friends started which she knew the moment they learnt of the break up they would.
That was when she saw him, the tall tanned man standing on the boat as he sipped at a flask. She stood rooted to the spot as she admired his muscular frame, his dark hair which lightly kissed at his shoulders, the beads of perspiration hanging to his brow. Noticing a figure from the corner of his eye he turned towards her, instantly struck by the beauty of the woman stood gazing at him.
She smiled towards him nervously, her heart pounding in her chest as the handsome stranger slowly approached her, the closer he came the more attracted she became to him, everything about him appealed to her, his unusual long hair, the slight stubble on his chin, the dirty marks; evidence of his hard labour. As he stepped closer to her she saw his eyes, instantly falling into them, the warm tone in them easing her, the sun colouring them a honey colour as she fell further into them.
Having just left school her mother had gotten a job on the trawler, her mother used to tell her such wonderful stories of the adventures they had together, the sunrises they saw, the wishes and plans they made upon the stars that hung happily in the sky as they packed up the boat and made their way to their days location.
Joey sighed as a slight breeze tickled against her face, running through her hair causing it to lift and tail behind her. She thought back to the beautiful cop, wondering if she would ever be able to fall in love, sure she had admired her from a far, but did she really trust herself to even begin to get to know the woman. She shook her head from her train of thought, it's not as if someone as beautiful as the Senior would ever be interested in her for any reason other than why she was at her crime scene.
Joey shuddered as her mind wandered to the tales her mother would tell her of how her and her brother had ended up like they were. Her mother had always been honest, never wanting to hide the truth from her babies as to who they were and why they were like it. The same tales that explained in some sense of the word why they had grown up without a father, she had never hidden the truth from her children wanting them to understand the importance of controlling themselves, the importance of not giving into their ultimate desires.
According to her mother's recollections, when she had discovered she was pregnant she had taken a leave of absence from the fishing industry, not wanting to harm the baby in any way with manual labour. The day before her new husband had been set to go on a long haul she had been informed she was pregnant with twins. She was told late on in her pregnancy, something to do with one child being larger than the other and so the bump hadn't been as big as it should have been, she had believed she was just one of those women who ended up massive through her pregnancy.
One night, completing her regular routine of checking the weather forecast so she knew the sea was calm enough to keep her love safe, she turned the television off, ready to head towards her bed, she was only a few weeks off being due and her body was constantly tired, as she reached the stairs and prepared herself for the long hike up them, she was disturbed by a frantic knock on the door.
She called out, unsure of whether to open the door or not, before deciding she wanted to know who could be standing on her door step at such a late hour, the man's voice sounded so frail and panicked as he informed her through the door that he had been in a terrible accident and his wife was trapped inside the car, begging her to allow him to use her phone to call for help.
Without a second thought she had unlocked the door, swinging it wide and pointing the man in the direction of the telephone, he brushed past her quickly in the direction. She closed the door to keep the cool night air outside, turning to check if the man was alright himself or whether he needed any medical assistance.
She had described the events in such close detail to Joey that the young girl almost believed she was there, she could see the events playing in her mind as she thought them over. She watched as her mother turned only to be startled by the man who a few moments ago was a quivering wreck pleading for some help now stood tall and proud directly in front of her, his face holding a calm expression that sent shivers down Joey's spine as she thought about how scared her mother must have been at that very moment.
The next thing her mother could recall was waking up with an irresistible craving and thirst for blood, wondering if it had been a nightmare teamed up with another crazy pregnancy urge she had risen from her bed, when she glanced in the mirror her own reflection had given her quite a scare, her normal tanned face was now pale, the veins she had never noticed before she could see faintly as small blue lines under her skin.
Thinking she was getting ill she had began to inspect herself for any other symptoms, spots, bruises, anything out of the ordinary and that was when she noticed them, the two puncture marks on her neck. At the sight of the small amount of her own dried blood matted around the puncture marks, she was overcome with a feeling of pure hunger and thirst, instead of the nauseous feeling she was expecting to override her. While looking in the mirror her reflection suddenly started to fade away.
After three weeks of feeding on raw meat from the butchers she had given birth to her twins, relived when her babies appeared like normal children, she was half expecting her urge for blood and flesh to disappear after the birth but the thirst and hunger was still there.
Two weeks after their father had returned, the moment her eyes fell on the man she loved she had felt the excitement rushing through her, she had ran towards him to envelope him in a hug, to kiss him and declare how much she had missed him, instead she found herself cradling his lifeless body, sobbing uncontrollably as she realised what she had done, stroking his pale broken face as the taste of his blood rushed around through her body.
Joey shook the images of her mother cradling her dead father in her arms from her head, not wanting to think that she herself could be capable of such an act, that she could just as easily forget who she was in the moment and take the life of anybody never mind somebody who she was deeply in love with.
She thought back to her teenage years, when she and her brother had began to change from the normal children they had grown up as, she thought about the first time she had the urge, trying to remember where she was and what she had been doing when the first taste of blood ran through her senses.
She had struggled with the information her mother had given them that day, but her brother was something else. She had ventured into the outside world, enjoying the feel of the sun kissing her pale skin lightly whereas her brother never ventured outside unless it was dark, much preferring the safety and comfort the night brought him.
Her mother, after experiencing her trauma, had researched into what had happened to her, trying to find answers to the questions that buzzed around her head, why she felt so ill going outside through the day but as soon as night fell she felt alive, when she had noticed the subtle differences between her children she had sat them down, explaining that it appeared Brett, like herself, was a vampire through and through, whereas Joey for some reason was what they called a Hybrid, a form of half human half vampire, she had the same urges as her brother and mother for the taste of blood but the urges seemed stronger in mother and brother than in herself.
She also had the ability to venture outside in the daylight without being affected, a thing the remainder of her family couldn't stand to do, the longer the vampire ran inside her mother and brother the harder it became for them to deal with sunlight until it reached the stage at which they were too fearful to even allow the sunlight to touch their skin in fear of what it would do to them.
Her mother had explained to the siblings that she believed their differences came from Brett being the larger of the two children, that he had taken the majority of the 'bite', when she was pregnant. Upon learning this opinion from his mother, Brett had become outraged, the anger filled him as the jealousy ran through his pale, thirsty body, jealousy that his sister had some sort of normality where as he had turned into a monster, each day his urge became stronger until he could no longer fight it.
It had started out as a simple argument, a typical teenage strop over the fact that he was something Joey wasn't or more importantly, Joey was something he wanted to be but couldn't, things had happened so fast as they stood in the dimly lit house, the curtains closed to block out the sunlight as the family lived what they deemed a normal life.
Joey shivered as she remembered watching her brother move with such speed towards their mother, pulling her head back, exposing her neck to him, without the slightest hesitation he had fed on her, draining the last of the small amount of blood she had running through her veins. As her mother's limp body fell to the floor, Joey had looked up into Brett's eyes, desperate to see some form of sorrow, the slightest compassion, when she saw nothing but hunger and rage she had ran, straight into the street.
She felt some sort of safety in the light of the sun as she glanced back at the home she had grown up in, the home that now held her dead mother and the brother that watched her angrily from behind the curtain which hitched ever so slightly to allow him to look out to his sister.
She remembered the look of hatred in his eyes as he stared out at her, she guessed that was why he always fed from the same types of women, all women that looked in some way like herself or her mother. She had always been told as a child that she was the spitting image of her mother and she had always known how enraged that had made her brother.
She was torn from her memories as a loud shriek filled the air, it was quickly followed by a unashamed cry for help. Turning towards the direction of the sound she watched as a young girl ran towards her, the girls face was full of fear as she ran from the two men chasing her. Joey instantly knew who they were, the fear and excitement that filled the air in an equal mix filled her senses.
She watched almost in slow motion as the young girl tripped, falling to the ground and hitting her head on the hard concrete. The two men slowed their pace, their laughter filling the air as they approached the still body on the ground.
As if a shock of electricity vaulted through her body Joey spun into action, knowing she could not leave the girl to her own defences. She moved as quickly as she could to position herself between the girl and the two men, to her it was a short run, had any mortal seen her move they would have barely seen the blur from where just a split second or so, she was stood.
She watched the men eye her suspiciously, opening her mouth she exposed her fangs, the moon highlighting their sharpness as it gazed down lazily upon the scene unfolded, she allowed the hiss to escape her lips as she glared at the two men who now was close enough, for her to confirm that they were two of Brett's lackeys who no doubt had been sent out to fetch Brett a new girl to feed from.
Her initial actions caused the two men to recoil, but upon seeing she was alone they smiled arrogantly and made to move towards her, with just as much speed as her run, Joey grabbed the young girl in her arms, raising her head and exposing her neck to her own mouth. She glared back at the guys.
"Leave her, the girl is mine" Joey's voice was unnerving even to herself, it held so much confidence and hunger that the two men recoiled once more, decided that a fight with this hungry women was something they couldn't be pestered with, they moved off into the night, assumably to find a new victim. Joey felt an urge to follow them and protect the poor soul they would pick on next time, but right now she had a young girl in her arms and she would do whatever it took to protect her from her brother's wrath.
She laid the young girl back on the floor gently, making sure her head contacted the concrete with the gentlest of touches. She grabbed the bag that lay strewn out across the path near her, placing the items back in the bag she saved the purse for last.
She opened the purse to search for some form of ID, finding a student library card she smiled triumphantly as she began to read the card of the young girl.
"Ruby Buckton, 6 James Street, Summer Bay, NSW 2495" Joey read out loud into the cool night air, she placed the purse in the back and lifted the long strap over her head, she knew just where the street was, which she was thankful for because she really didn't fancy carrying the girl around all night.
She knelt down beside the girl, admiring how pretty she was, she wasn't stunning, well not in the way that cop is, but she was definatly pretty, even with her seemingly unruly hair, she swallowed hard as she felt the girls pulse sound in her head, she could smell her blood, it smelt almost sweet to her, she knew if she gave in and allowed herself to try she would find her to taste delicious, but she wouldn't let herself, she had no intention of feeding from another person.
She lifted the girl easily into her arms, resting her heavy head against her shoulder, straightening her back she began to walk in the direction of James Street, the young girl almost weightless in her arms as she walked into the night air.
After walking past each house and inspecting the numbers on each door she found number six. She walked along the drive, careful not to bang into either of the cars parked there. She stepped up onto the balcony slowly so she didn't lose her footing and course the girl anymore damage.
Raising her right arm with the girl's legs, she used her elbow to press the button. Hoping the residents weren't already in bed, mere seconds later the door swung open, as Joey looked up she found herself staring into the two familiar pools of blue, her confidence instantly gone as her throat dried. She tried to will herself to speak but found herself unable as she stood dumbly in front of the beautiful cop she had admired for days now.