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Post by brandra on Sept 12, 2005 8:02:17 GMT -5
The Kill
Chapter 1
The rain and sleet had eased a little, it was about three hours to dawn, He could see the street from his roof top vantage point, old decaying tenement building. The girl came into sight, even from roof top height he could smell her fear, her dress was skimpy torn and wet it hid very little, with vampire eyes he could see the bruises, she had been robed and beaten up and now her pimp would probably do the same unless Simon made him his supper first. The sound of footsteps reached Simon’s Vampire ears, he was still a way off, human ears would not hear him for a while especially with the sound of music from the nearby cafe and the police sirens from a few streets away. The moment was here, every kill was different, there was anticipation the tearing flesh followed by the taste of blood but then came the link with the victim when for a few moments Vampire and victim were one, the life would drain from victim to vampire along with the victims knowledge and life experiences. The pimp had arrived dressed very colorfully and very expensively the girl was trying to explain how she lost his money, it wouldn’t matter in a moment. Simon jumped the three floors to ground level; grabbed the pimp as he was about to strike the girl; the pimp let her go and tried to face Simon. Simon’s grip was too strong but he saw Simon’s eyes and for a moment they were connected by his terror. To the girl Simon shouted. “Go.” His voice sounded less than human and his appearance must have been terrifying she screamed and ran. In a moment Simon had his prey on the roof, the big brave woman beater had fainted. It had been a long time since Simon had fed, the first bite was so succulent as the flesh yielded to his fangs, then the blood flowed, the very life of his victim flowed away into Simon along with his knowledge and memories, eventually all the blood gone Simon lifted his head and looked at his hand, it looked more human now, one more victim tomorrow and he would pass for human for the first time in a several hundred years. Simon stared at the lifeless body and it flamed and became ash and in a moment was dust on the wind. The ancient tunnels under the city allowed an easy escape for one so used to them who could see in pitch dark and whose senses could detect the movement of a spider ten meters away. He moved through the tunnels, ancient and crumbling; then into a natural cave a hundred meters in; the cave opened up into a natural cavern the size of the cathedral at Gothenburg, at the far end was an entrance into a tomb that would be undetectable to any human technology; where Simon had slept for the last two hundred years not wanting to venture into the world of humans, but now he sensed a disturbance, there were others or at least one just for a few moments he had detected another like him. This was an old one, he thought a female he had detected her three times over two days then nothing but he was sure, although she was not to close it was definite he must be careful. Only an ancient could use such power, was she an enemy or a friend? He must be ready. Simon recalled the memories of his victim as he did he found something thing that confirmed his fears, one of the last pieces of information his victim had come into contact with was a news bulletin from Brussels it was not detailed but it told of three suicide bombers who were apparently destroyed by spontaneous combustion, the bodies were totally destroyed but their clothing and the explosives were untouched this was defiantly a Vampire it had to be; and a very old one to have that much control. Was it the same one that he had detected earlier or was there more than one? It had been a millennia since the burning and not once had another come close, he had thought that they were all dead, it had been a terrible war, The Asgard were taken completely by surprise but the Valkyrie Queen was deadly she burned so many Atlantons the rest of the Asgard rallied at the sound of her rage and fought back most on both sides were destroyed and those who survived were so badly burned many; if not all must have perished later. Simon had thought that he was the only one left until a few days ago. This one was powerful he had to recover his strength to face her. He wondered if she were Atlantion or Asgard but he realised as he thought that she was Asgard; if she were Atlantion she would not have bothered with the terrorists. If he was right he would have to fight her and he would have to fight her to the death if he was to survive. The question was did he want to survive? He was uncertain of the answer, to die and sleep forever would be bliss, but it could be oblivion. He wondered what oblivion was really like, he had lived so long he couldn’t imagine death, to be no more, not to exist, it was beyond his minds abilities. As far as Earth was concerned he had always existed, eternal, immortal, he could not visualize none existence, his mind could consider total peace but never to return from that state, it might not be so good. If Immortality was not so lonely it would be good like it used to be before the wars, but to be alone like this was hell and he had just been in hell for the last thousand years. The Asgard female may end it for him unless he was ready. What if it was the queen herself? Her rage had been so terrible it was pain to all who felt it, he could not defeat that, it could not be her she was dead she must be, she was burning when he last saw her, still fighting but burned black and ugly, she could not have survived that. It was light at ground level he could not tolerate the sun in his present depleted condition all he could do for now was sleep and hunt again tonight and get some up to date clothes, he settled down but half alert for any sign of this female Vampire.
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Post by seleena on Sept 12, 2005 8:55:37 GMT -5
Wonderful, Branda. You'll have to continue this story.
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Post by brandra on Sept 12, 2005 9:34:27 GMT -5
Thank Seleena that is just a small piece from a story but the main character is called Katerina might not go down right now.
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Post by seleena on Sept 12, 2005 9:49:17 GMT -5
You can always change her name. Hmm.....
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Post by Bear the Mystic (and cuddly) on Sept 12, 2005 9:52:06 GMT -5
woo hoo! This is cool, brandra. I hope there'll be more
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Post by astralguardian on Sept 19, 2005 16:54:13 GMT -5
Vamps make great subjects Continue!
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Post by brandra on Oct 18, 2005 5:45:33 GMT -5
Touched By A Vampire
Rain ran through the gap in the guttering cascading down like a torrent; the noise was deafening, Katrina ignored the stream of water drenching her. The night was dark and rain came at her almost horizontally across the roof of the old church, driven by March winds lashing her and the ancient crumbling stone gargoyles that stared at her relentlessly from their precarious perches on the old bell tower threatening but never moving. She dropped to the main roof with a splash, using her Vampire vision she could see her prey walking along the dimly lit street, he was alone, a pimp his black leather coat which was pulled tightly around him as defense against the driving rain must have cost a fortune, paid for by the girls that he exploited, controlling and manipulating them through their drug dependency, they would be out there now skimpily dressed to attract the punters, wet and freezing. She raised her head and listened, there was no one around it was safe; the moment was close. He passed below her, with lightening speed she jumped from her perch, her coat flowing behind her. She dropped onto the pavement below kicking up spry; siren like her dark hair covered much of her face as she landed behind him. He let out a startled shout before he could turn she had him around the throat, with one almighty spring she carried him on to the roof, he sobbed with terror Katrina had no sympathy he probably caused this much terror in the girls that he controlled every night. A second spring from her powerful legs lifted them both into the bell tower. She saw the terror in his eyes as he saw her for the first time. He fainted, it made little difference to her, this would be his last moment in this world. Katrina tilted her head back ready to strike, had there been anyone around they would have noticed her eyes glow a little. With one lunge she tore open his throat and savored his life’s blood as she did her eyes glowed brighter she looked up for a second, despite her great beauty she made a terrifying sight as she took the life of her victim into herself. In the process of taking blood she exchanged life experiences with her victim. It had been said that the victim experiences elation as they die but for Katrina it was often a horrific experience, possibly because her victims were chosen from the dregs of society, as it, had been for a thousand years since the burning. The experience for Katrina was not always pleasant, she only ever experienced the negative side of humanity; she was beginning to believe at times that the human race was basically evil; although when she thought about it she knew it wasn’t true, all of her victims were killers or those who dealt in death and misery. All she knew of the better side of humanity was what she saw and heard in news clips and a little from her victims who held the nicer people in contempt; victims to be exploited. She lifted the limp body onto her shoulder drops of blood dripped onto the roof and were instantly taken away by the torrent of rainwater; she set off across the rooftops. Eyes were watching Katrina through the rain as she fled with her dead prey, he ran to a motorbike parked nearby, trying to track her. He sped through the crowded streets spraying water on pedestrians as he passed from puddles left by the torrential rain, eventually loosing her in an industrial area. He sat on his motorbike removed his helmet, he was tired wet, disheveled and disillusioned. He attempted to light a cigarette before the rain turned it to pulp. This incident was not really his problem and he had more than enough no connected crimes had been reported. He knew that she was female but she had incredible strength, there was something going on something very unnatural. Could the disappearances of a number of undesirables be connected to her? What was she? He would find out; he was fascinated with her all his instincts told him he had to know; to understand. He had followed her several times to a particular area of the city but had lost her; his inquiries had produced nothing. Where would she take a dead body? There was an incinerator nearby but human remains even after being burned in an incinerator would be detectable, then the thought shook him they would only be detected if someone had reason to look for them. But who would think to look until this moment there was no reason. The realisation almost made him jump but not as much as seeing her jumping across the roof above him through the pouring rain, she was not carrying the body it had to be the incinerator. He replaced his helmet started the bike as water ran down his back it felt like ice ignoring the discomfort he tried to follow, he managed to keep her in sight through the rain which seemed even heavier now, after ten minutes suddenly she had gone. He stopped the bike and searched around, He could not find her eventually he had to give up. He went back to the incinerator it was a large ugly steel and concrete construction and in the rain looked even worse metal and concrete turned into a great smoke belching monster. It was working twenty four hours burning city waist turning it into electricity; it left a somewhat unpleasant smell even in the heavy rain that turned the normal red dust to thick mud which stuck to his motorbike and clothing, he rode up to the office and showed his I D to the security guard. “I Am Paul Robare; Police shut this down immediately.” The guard examined the card in the floodlights. “May I ask why?” “We believe that there may be human remains.” Paul told him.
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Post by brandra on Oct 18, 2005 6:06:32 GMT -5
Katrina moved through the catacombs under the city, these ancient crumbling tunnels had been here for thousands of years, but not as long as Katrina. They had been used as a hiding place for many different refugees. It was almost completely dark but her Vampire vision could see clearly, There were family crypts of high born nobles and rich merchants dating back to the Roman period in legally protected but abused by some of the blood drinkers who had lived in the tunnels a few centuries ago, now the catacombs were the home of rats and spiders who spin their weds in private seclusion, occasionally there was the odd drug user but in the main the didn’t venture down to these levels . She thought about the game she was playing as she splashed through the partly flooded tunnels, these were normally dry but the recent rain had coursed this. The man on the motorbike got a little close but he still couldn’t find her, these games were dangerous, but it generated some interest to break the tedium of endless centuries of surviving with just a few moments of passion or excitement, tonight he would follow her again, she would let him get close then loose him again she had learned a lot about him though moments of mind link, he had many qualities that she admired, if things were different they could probably be friends. She reached the shaft with one almighty leap she was up to the gratings, with Vampire hearing she listened and waited until it was clear, opening the metal grid she slipped out onto the street, the rain had stopped leaving a damp smell to the air, there were a few stars shining through the clouds mist was rising from the wet pavements as the air temperature rose. There was a slight aura over the rim of the eastern horizon to suggest that the sun was on its way. She reached the building that she owned just as the dawn was rising over the city’s high-rise blocks, the early light reflecting blood red off the glass and steel of the modern architecture, Katrina had a basement apartment. Once inside she locked the doors and set the alarms. Stripping off her leather coat and cat suit she took a towel and rubbed her dark hair it was blond once and she still had deep blue eyes but on close inspection they looked not quite human, a little to bright; no-one had ever commented but some had stared and she had sensed the thoughts which seemed in the most part to be fascination. She shook such thoughts from her mind; some coffee, a shower a f*g and a few hours sleep, then if it was not sunny she would get a newspaper and see if fame had reached her at last, she actually hated sleep it was more like death, in her own world thousands of years ago her kind never slept, her host slept and dreamed but Katrina never dreamed it was just nothing oblivion, death, she lay down and closed her eyes her consciousness evaporated into empty blackness she was asleep she wished after each bonding that she could have her host’s ability to dream but it was a skill that was lost, some sensations of the world would penetrate the blackness, major events, old Vampires passing by; it had been a long time since there had been any Vampires.
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Post by lulaboo on Oct 19, 2005 21:11:02 GMT -5
Cool story Brandra, can't wait to read more!
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