Wow this took forever -__- Im not gonna bore you with my exuses!
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Requiem: Glad you like it XD Hope you enjoy!
Eternal E: You're probably right, the internal thoughts should be more Malkish! It's just people might get confused XD Man I should've done this 3rd person… The original idea I had was that she thought normal and there were numerous voiced in her head but that just didn't pan out lol
I love the traffic sign! And the tuna fish story the newsman tells you XD Thanks for your review it was fun to read!
Celeste: Hope the wait wasn't as long as it felt for me D:
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I got some new reviewers on the last chap! Yaaay
"Your city? Last time I looked it was called Santa Monica. Not Stuck-Up-Bitch."
"So vulgar! I can't even look at you sometimes! You Jezebel!"
The sound of two arguing voices was the first thing I heard as I reached the second floor. I backed away from the door, not wanting to interrupt.
"Oh please Therese. You really do paint a flattering portrait of me with your turn of the century barbs. I always assumed you could do nothing but look down on me."
"Just the sight of you! The sight of that wicked, dirty pout, concealing that diseased mind! Sin! You have no shame!"
As the fight wore on I grew bored of listening to the two sisters yell at each other and poked around the small waiting room. All I found was a shiny ring on the floor (Mine now!), a mirror that held no reflection and the same newspaper from this evening.
Eventually I heard Jeanette finally take offence to something her sister said and storm off with a sob.
"That's in Jeanette, run away from the truth," Therese taunted. "I'll take care of everything, as always."
With that final jeer I deemed it safe to enter the room.
Standing next to a desk, dressed in a business suit with hair as blond as her sisters tied up in a tight bun, stood the woman I assumed to be Therese.
"Please, come in," she greeted professionally. "I do apologize for my sister's crassness if it made you uncomfortable. She's unabashedly scandalous, but… in the club business I suppose that kind of personality is a necessary evil."
"Her whiteness was no terrible weight," I shrugged. The way she had treated the white princess didn't set well with me, but I was here for business, not ass kicking.
"Nonsense," she sniffed. "She's nothing but."
"Are you called Therese, dark daughter?"
"Therese Voreman, yes. I'm the proprietor of this club, and the only person in this city whose good side it's in your best in your best interest to stay on," she sent me a deadly glare. "What brings you to Santa Monica?"
"Call off your conflict with the wormy one," I requested.
"Tung's exile is self imposed, I assure you. But then, what reason would I have not to hate that loathsome Nosferatu scoundrel. Bloody Nosferatu," she muttered under her breath. "They're so…unclean."
I rolled my eyes. The mad insulting the ugly, just what I needed. "I don't want to meddle in your madness, just make a wormy peace."
"Hmmm," she gave it a little thought. "I'd be willing to put the word out that my grievances with Tung have been swept under the rug, but in return, you'll have to help me remove a particularly bothersome spirit from a property I'm looking to invest in."
A spirit? There were fucking GHOSTS as well as vampires, werewolves and every other supernatural nutter I was going to meet for the rest of eternity? Just my luck.
I groaned. "A better use of my time would be ANYTHING else!" Why did everyone seem to think I was their errand-girl?
She went on, uncaring of my unwillingness. "Rumour is that a personal item of a ghost's may be used to draw it out or excise it from it's haunt. While I don't put a lot of stock in hearsay, it's my last option. So I want you to go to the Ocean House hotel, find an item of the spirit's and bring it back."
I sighed. "If you give word to the worm that he is not wanted, I will go."
"Oh I fully intend to do so," she promised. "You'll find that dealing with me, on the whole, is appreciably more predictable than dealing with some of my peers. So long as our business doesn't go sour, my word is gold."
I nodded. "Then I am off to the house in the Ocean." I went to walk out of the room.
"Oh, before I forget, take this," she stopped me and dug around in a desk draw, pulling out a key and handing it to me. "The only way to reach the Ocean House this time of night is through a tunnel is the sewers. You'll need that key to open the gate for that tunnel."
Oh this deal just got better and better, didn't it?
"I will do what needs to be done, dark daughter," I sighed.
"If you'll excuse me, I've got situations to set straight," she said turning away.
Taking this for the dismissal it obviously was, I left the club.
XXX
There was no way I was gonna crawl through the sewers tonight, so the dark child's task could wait until my next evening. For now, I went to the Diner that was just across the street from the club. I was already in the area, after all, might as well dig up some dirt on the little lost Lily.
The only people inside the diner were two humans eating at the counter and an old lady behind the counter. That and some scary guy in the corner…Man, he gave off some creepy-ass vibes.
"What'll it be, honey?" she asked when I stood in front of her.
"I see a pale girl in my mind," I answered. "Have you seen the pale girl too?"
"Is… That a trick question?" The old woman –Doris, her nametag read – frowned in confusion.
"'Thin-blood'," I made quotation marks with my hands. "Do you know these words?"
"Thin-blood? Sounds familiar… is that one of those tropical diseases?"
"From where did the words 'thin blood' enter your brain?"
"Hmm… I know I've heard that before…"
"The pale, pretty flower girl muttered them perhaps..?" I hinted.
"Oh, that girl," the old woman nodded. Finally. "Nice girl. First decent human being I've seen in here for years – not like all the other junkies and crazies I normally see," she sniffed in distaste. "Yeah I remember her…weird. She left a tip but didn't order a thing. She looked so hungry too. Just sat there all night with a full glass of water in front of her, talkin' about this and that. She seemed lonely; a little scared, so I let her stay in the booth until we closed. She left some stuff behind," Doris pulled out a plastic bag (mother earth wept!) filled with stuff from behind the counter and passed it to me. "You seem to know her, why don't you give it back to her?"
"Yes. Our paths may cross," I said, bidding the woman goodbye.
Inside the bag was a bunch of random personal items; a picture of a young woman at the beach, a car key and a receipt for Kilpatrick Bail Bonds for someone named 'Rolf Toten'. I guess Kilpatrick's was my next stop.
As I exited out onto the street, I nearly ran into a bearded man, dressed in rags and waving a picket sign.
"Redemption cannot be bought and sold!" He screamed as I passed him.
I grimaced and wiped the rancid hobo spit from my cheek. He was right though, Redemption could not be bought without breaking the forth wall. And even then you'd have to look on EBay.
I passed the hobo and entered the building labelled 'Kilpatrick's Bail Bonds', where I would surely find the information I needed on the bail jumping Toten. The office inside was clean, but run down, with ragged couches and an ancient looking computer. The only person inside was a fat man with slicked hair and sunglasses (in the middle of the night? Stranger things have happened).
The computer at the back of the room had a sign above it. "Kilpatrick's KRIME-PUTER!' it read. 'Search a National Database for Missing and WANTED persons'. I could probably use this to find out about Mr. Toten on this. Oh! And maybe to a search on the owner of the license Knot had given me.
But before I could make a dash for the computer, I was greeted by the fat man.
"Welcome to Kilpatrick's 24-hour Bail Bonds," he said, slicking back his hair even more. "My name's Arthur Kilpatrick. How may I help you?"
I titled my head. "Are you the key master?" Ok now that sounded like I was talking about Hagrid from Harry Potter, but I can't control the spewings that leap from my mouth.
"Huh?" He scratched his head. "O-oh I see what you're yappin' about. Yeah… I guess you can call me that. Key Master, huh? Might be worth tryin'… Arthur Kilpatrick: The Santa Monica Key Master," he shook his head and chuckled. "Yeah I dunno, sounds kinda like a bad horror movie." He didn't know the half of it. My entire (un)life was a bad horror movie.
"Can I pluck some answers from your head?" I asked.
"Sure honey, what is it?"
I looked around the room at the WANTED posters plastered on the walls. "Tell me of the business of bonds and bounties," I requested. "Are there many bounties to hunt?"
"Of course," he nodded. "Goes with the business. Then ya sic a bounty hunter on them."
I grinned. "That's gotta be an interesting job." Wow that had to be the most sensefull sentence I'd made all night. Score one for the Malky!
"You betcha!" Arthur laughed. "I used to do some bounty huntin' myself, back in the day. Takes a good solid set of brass balls- er," he blushed and cleared his throat. "Pardon the expression missy, but it takes balls to be a good bounty hunter."
"Does your hunter have good balls of brass?" That would be uncomfortable… Clink, clink, clink, clink all day! How would be successfully sneak up on his bounties?
"Yep! Damn good! His name's Carson and he's great at what he goes, when he wants to do it," Arthur sighed and rubbed his temple. "I can't seem to find him now, though. He's pissin' me off to be honest. I need him to go find someone."
"Maybe you need to find a different set of balls," I shrugged.
"Well I don't feel right cuttin' Carson loose just yet - we go way back. I knew his father too. Tell ya what," he snapped his fingers and grinned. "Since I'm stuck here, why don't you go look for him? Just real quick, I'll pay ya for your time."
A hunter hunting a hunter? How whimsical. "I will happily hunt the hunting one." I grinned.
"Great, great! I suppose the first place you should look is his apartment in Santa Monica Suites," Arthur got right down to business. "Apartment one, I think it is. Maybe you'll find something there to let you know where he's gotten himself to." He dug around in his pocket a bit before pulling out a plastic card and handing it to me. "Here's the card key that'll let you in."
"I'll bring him back soon, my jolly little jail breaker."
After that, Arthur got back to work and I finally got my claws on the Krime-Puter.
I checked Crumb, V first (Knox's not so Asian driver). Seems Mr. Crumb had been sipping sweet nectar and shedding his skin where people could see him, and was now dead in the local morgue. Just goes to show that public nudity doesn't pay.
Toten, R on the other hand, had given up his car (a red Lightening Bird) in exchange for his bail. The license plate apparently read 'GUYGONI'. Toten had seemingly skipped town, so his car was my next stop.
AN: Hope it's long enough for you all! I'm sorry it took so long!
BTW, for those for may be confused, here's a list of all the quests the character is currently taking:
A Bounty for the Hunter
Find Carson
The Ghost Haunts at Midnight
Get rid of Ocean House ghost
The Hunted Hunter
Kill Knox's Asian Dude
Bloody Mess
Get werewolf blood
Explosive Begininngs
Destroy Sabbat Wherehouse
Thinned Blood
Find Lily
The Regent's Riddle
This wasn't mentioned in the story yet.
And that's it! Multi-tasking much?
Oh yeah, I wanna hear you guys's optinions;
Do you think I should give the Malk a name?
And what do you think the pairing should be, if any?
Thanks for reading :D Once again, look for mistakes n typos n I'll go fix em.