Hello, fellow suckheads ;) thank you so much for waiting for me! Here is a new chapter. From now on, I am back to my regular schedule, so expect at least one chapter a week. Enjoy and as always, feel free to leave me pieces of your mind lol
As simple as the plan was, Scud didn't believe this would work for one fucking minute. On his way to the meeting, he almost shit his pants. The fact that he was still alive was but a temporary one, he felt it in is guts. This would never work. Or maybe it would. It was Blade after all. Well, he'd see.
Blade followed Scud. Out of sight of course and known to the human stoner. This was a dangerous game they were playing. Whoever Scud was about to meet, the threat that had led to all of this was bad enough already and something told Blade it was gonna end bad. Question was for whom.
Making sure he stayed out of sight for the no doubt well trained look-out posts, he got into position. He'd safe his friend if anything should happened.
Friend.
When did he start to think about Scud like that. The guy was a pain in the ass. Sure, a genius on his field but a pain in the ass. Getting Whistler back was still the top priority but then he'd had to make sure both would survive. In the end, both were just human and even with all their wits and talents, there was no way they'd survive in this world now known to them. Ignorance could be a bliss, especially with these things. And Scud, without knowing it, had gotten himself into deep the day he offered his help to Blade. Working with the most wanted man amongst Vampires. His death warrant was signed for sure. And Blade felt bad for this. He should have told him no.
Lighting up another blunt, Scud leaned to the wall. Better to have something solid in his back, that left only 3 sides for them to attack. Oh, well, four. Above always was another option, right?! His hand froze midair when a thought came to his mind. What they needed was a weapon that would take the suckheads out no matter what direction they came from or went to. Mentally storing that thought, he focused on the task at hand. B would no doubt be close by. They had agreed on a safe-word if he needed help. Hopefully he'd be still able to scream when it came down to it. Footsteps from the right indicated the arrival of somebody. Willingly relaxing his shoulders, he took a deep drag from the joint and looked up. One dude was bald-headed, wearing sunglasses. Of course, in the middle of the night. Another vampire-bullshit thing. The other one was hidden by a hooded rope but no doubt the guy in charge. "You Scud?" baldy asked. "As requested, man. How can I be of service?" Shrugging his shoulders, he extended his hand in a sloppy gesture only to be denied. So much for Vampire-courtesy. Putting the blunt into his mouth, he waited. He felt the eyes of the hoody scanning him. "My friend, I have an offer to make to you" a voice with no face said. Heavily accented, Scud guessed german or something like that.
Waiting in his hiding space, B muscles where on the brink of cramping. This was taking too long. He should have given Scud somekind of bug to know what was going on. But they both agreed it would be do dangerous. If they somehow found it...And then, there it was. A tune, whistled. Setting himself into motion, he stayed out of sight. Game on. From now on they would be watched for sure.
Just like his mood had changed, the weather changed too. Rain. Oceans of it. Shuffling through the puddles, both hands in this pockets where his guns where hidden, Scud didn't really see the way a head. He also failed to notice the water dripping from his fringes into his eyes. If he hadn't been so occupied by his thoughts, the fact that he was soaking wet again would have made him laugh. He also was cold again but not from the rain. The words he had heard rung in his ears over and over again. His heart was beating so hard, he felt the pulse in his neck. Mind racing, lip itching, he tried to fight his fear. It was too late now. What's done is done. But was it the right thing? The truth he heard just heard was more scaring then anything else. Had he made the right decision? How much should he tell B? The dude was his friend. Bickering with his decision born out of fear, he just kept on walking, even as he reached the warehouse. By now Blade would surely have gotten the hint that would set things in motion. He needed more time. Time to find a way out of this. It was an idiots game between the devil and the deep blue see. Only one thing was for sure: he would not get out of this alive. But knowing this gave him a choice. A rare luxury these days.
Scud hadn't returned from the meeting straight away. But when he did, he seemed to be in good spirits. Reeking of weed, alcohol and sex, he must have had a good time. He came in like nothing happened. "Yo, man, B! Sorry, had to get rid of some tension. Listen up, so there was this two dudes, one bald, looking like a warrior, the other covered in some wannabe-badass hoody. Him, I didn't understand. Telling ya, that accent was so bad, thought the guy was straight back from Transylvania. Anyway, so the bald dude babbled on and on, that they'd need a spy inside your walls, how much they'd pay me, how i'd be able to be a familiar, no one would ever hurt me, jab jab jab. When I said no, dude pulled out a knife, traced the exact scars on my belly. How the fuck did he know that? I mean B, come on..."
Talking with his hands as usual, Scud didn't fail to notice that B let out the air of his lunges with a little sigh. Coming over, Blade clapped him on the shoulder "Good job, man. Thought you'd wet yourself" he grinned. Mocking an insulted face, Scud replied "Nah, man, the rain did that for me" Had this been to easy? Was that all? They scared the good shit outta Scud just to lead him into a trap? Something was off with this. One way or another, he'd get his mentor. He'd play along for now. But knowing the vampires, he had to be careful. Whatever it was that they had in store for him, it wouldn't be long till he'd find out.