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.