Chapter 11
I stood at the top of one of the hills that surrounded the fair city I once called home. The sky was a dark colored orange and numerous planes flew overhead. In the back of my mind the streetlights were being counted and recounted. The high-rises stood menacingly tall compared to the rest of the building. I zeroed in on my old neighborhood and took one last look at the few visible stars that had the courage to show their face in this sky.
"Let's go boys. Phase back" I said over my shoulder to the horse sized wolves that had followed me from way up north not stopping once. Paul was sitting on his haunches a few feet from me. While Embry was further back and even in wolf form he looked like crap. His fur was shaggy and dirty, and his ribs were poking through his skin. The dead look in his eye was enough to make me turn away. "We can't have you walking 'round trippin out the good ole people of Los Angeles. We're gunna stop for the night, you boys'll rest and I will go and visit someone." I said definitively. Che, definitively. Not only the damn counting but know I'm using words that belong in the mouths of those private school learned trust fun using bastards who DESERVE ALL THE-
Calm. I closed my eyes momentarily to try and relax. Can't have me having a hissy fit on top of a goddamn mountain now can I? I growled into the open valley and took off down the hill, the boys none too far behind.
I hid the boys in an old abandoned warehouse and waited until I heard their heartbeats slowdown enough to signal sleeping. I stood looking over them wishing desperately that it didn't have to be this way. Anything but this. I shook my head and turned heel, making my way through the familiar even in death streets of my old neighborhood.
I stared into the black curvy numbers that adorned the side of the entrance to home of the last of my little gang of friends. Loki. I had tried to find Tortuga, but… I couldn't find HER. COULDN'T FIND AND COULDN'T SAVE-
I shuddered and knocked lightly on her beat up wooden door. And even lightly the knock echoed and my knuckles left dents just below the peep hole. I clenched my fists at my sides trying not to lash out against the innocent door. I heard Loki rushing around inside. Her heartbeat sped up when she reached the door.
"Charlie" I heard her whisper. She opened the door a crack. "Wha'chyeh wan', Charlie?" she asked, her peculiar accent shining through.
"To talk" I pleaded. She sighed and opened the door the rest of the way.
"Come on, th'n" she cocked her head, gesturing to the couch that was hidden behind piles upon piles of books stacked up to nearly thigh level. When I took a seat in my old spot she sat in the farthest available seat away from me. That's Rascal's seat. "Now, what is it yeh be wantin' to talk about with meh?" I looked to her, and stared straight into her eyes that were looking to the far off section of the house.
"What happened, Loki? What the hell happened while I was gone?" I asked, taking notice that the only scent that were heavy in the house was that of Loki herself. Where was little David?
She startled as if I had reached out and punched her. She turned to face me, a fire lit behind her blue eyes. She stood, sidestepping the piles of books that stood between her and me.
"You want tah fucking know what happened while you went off on yer fucking vacation?" she yelled. I stared at her, wide eyed. "I'll tell yah what fucking happened." She flung her arms out and let three stacks of books tip sideways and sprawl all over the visible parts of the floor. "Spooky fucking happened! You just had tah go an' get yerself mixed up with that damn psycho, didn't cha?" I stared.
"Wha-?" I started.
"Don't even! He went after anyone who ever even heard who tah hell you were! Tortuga…gone! He went after her first and ripped her tah fucking shreds when she wouldn't talk about where yeh were. She didn't even know where the hell yah were!" she paused as her voice broke. "An' I didn' know either. he came an' he…an' he-" she let loose a sob. " 'E fucking killed Davie! No gaddamn rhyme or fucking reason an' he fucking killed mah little brother for nothing" she sank to her knees in front of me. I reached out a hand to try and comfort her but stopped and pulled back. Spooky did that. Spooky FUCKING KILLED DAVIE! LITTLE FUCKING DAVIE AND TORTUGA AND GIGGLES AND- STOP!
"I-I'm" I started. "Don't worry Loki, I'll do something to fix this. It's just you and me now. I'll find a way to right this I swear I'll-"
"No!" she screeched. "No, It's not just yeh and me dammit!" she calmed slightly. "It's just me, Charlie. It's just me." she murmured while mindlessly sorting through the books that had fallen to the floor. "It's just me now, Charlie. You bloodsucking traitor. Just me, and I'm not sorry" she said looking up from her books and into my eyes. "Not sorry at all" she said and smiled.
"What the hell are you talking about, Loki!" I yelled searching her face for some clue. She ignored me and continued to organize her books and murmer over and over again that she wasn't sorry. "Loki damn it look at-!"
"Well." A voice said from behind me. I froze and shot up. "Isn't this a heartfelt fucking reunion?" I turned towards where the voice was coming from. "Welcome back to Los Angeles, Charlie. Believe me, things just haven't been the same since you've been gone."
"S-Sp-Spooky." I said, letting the fearful side in me shine through. No. My eyes narrowed at the sight of him. My fists clenched and moved into a protective stance in front of Loki. I wouldn't let him get to her.
"Nice to see you again Spooky!" I heard Loki cheer. She stood up from her books and took a few steps towards him. "I did wat'cha said der Spooky. You said she would come, and she did. An' I kept her here just like you asked." She started nodding wildly. Her voice reaching a near childish quality. "I did watcha asked. Mh-hhm. I did!" her hands started to rub at her face and pull at her hair. "I did what'cha told me, Spooky! Can I have Davie back, Spooky? Can I have back my Davie?" I stared at her. This is a side of Loki I haven't seen since…Rascal died. Then she went a little crazy and locked herself up in her room with nothing but her books. "Can I have my Davie back? Gimme backs my Davie!" she started to cry again. "Please Spooky? Let me see my Davie again." she fell back to her knees. "Please?"
Spooky looked down at her in disgust. "Oh right, of course" he rolled his bright red eyes. "Come on out Davie, Your sister wants to see you" I tensed as an overly pale Davie appeared at the right hand of Spooky. The vamp-Davie smiled. A smile that chilled me to the core.
"Nice to see you again, Sissy." He said stalking forward. "Very, wonderfully, deliciously, delectably, nice." He said while stalking forward and sniffing the air loudly, his eyes darkening with each passing second. Loki just looked at him like the long lost brother that he was. She opened her arms to him.
"Davie, you shouldn't go off like that. Sissy wouldn't be able to handle it if you got hurt like Rascal and Mom" Davie took a few more steps forward going agonizingly slow. "I love you Davie. I'm so happy to see your okay" Davie smiled.
"Likewise" and with that he pounced forward, tackling his sister to the floor that still had books scattered all about, attaching himself to her neck I saw him bite down. The blood began to flow and I watched as Little Davie, the good one, the only good kid that I ever knew, sucked the blood out of his sister. She laid there frozen for a moment then she began to scream.
"Davie! Davie, I don't wanna play anymore, Davie. It hurts Davie. Please, Davie! I don't want to play anymore!" she screeched her voice and resolve weakening. And suddenly, as if someone had pressed jumpstart on my brain I sprang forward to try and tear Davie off her. A white flash and I was staring up at Spooky from the floor. I growled up at him and struggled to get on my stomach to crawl away. He had his hands pinning down my wrist and he sat on my lower back.
"No" he said leaning over me and growling into my ear. "Watch, Charlie. You didn't get to watch Tortuga or Giggles. This you need to watch." I let out a loud angry growl and tried to buck him off of me. "Stop" he commanded, slamming me hard into the fake hardwood flooring that cracked underneath the force. "Here comes the good part" he said I could feel the sick smile in his voice.
Davie rose to his knees from his sister, who had ceased to move. He had a horrid look about him, the blood staining his chin and clothes. He slowly raised his right hand and used the nail on his index finger tear open his sister's tshirt. I started flailing wildly.
"No, damn it! Davie! That's your fucking sister! Your own fucking sister!" I yelled continuing to get Spooky off of me. Spooky let out a long low whistle. And one by one more vampires filtered in until there was a dozen surrounding the carnage in a loose circle. I searched their cruel faces for some sense of disgust. But they all looked oddly…excited. I struggled more. But Spooky only seemed to get off on this.
Davie continued to trace a line from Loki's collarbone to her belly button. He grinned wildly then brought his hand back then rapidly plunged forward into her chest. I screamed for her, who couldn't scream for herself. He dug around for a moment then got an enlightened look on his face. He pulled his bloody hand out and licked his lips. And there, resting in his palm was none other than the still beating heart of his sister. He raised it above his head and rose from the floor. He puffed his chest out and proudly smirked. The group that surrounded him clapped for him. I wanted to scream and yell and tear every single one of them limb from limb.
"Well now" Spooky started. "Quite the show, wasn't it, Charlie?" he said flipping me onto my back. He dipped his head to the crook of my neck ran his nose along my skin. I cringed away from him which seemed to anger him since he chose to slam me roughly into the floor.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Spooky practically fucking purred as he took in my scent.
I came back to California to get revenge.
His tongue slithered out of his mouth and went along the same trail as his nose, causing me to cringe even further away from him. He growled.
And now I am just lying back, thinking of England. Why aren't I trying? Why aren't I fighting? This man killed my friends, he took away from me everything and everyone I ever held dear except…Paul. But Paulie wasn't here right now. It was just me and 14 bad guys. I could never make it against them all.
But…
At least I could try.
I could FUCKING try!
its nearly 4am and I am nearly bout to crash. Enjoy!