3.75
We had to get out of Nashville fast. Nobody came after us
that night, or the next day when we were still dropping off kids. We even had a
day off spending money we looted from the dead. Destiny got a call from one of
her contacts, she made the most wanted list. At least, the most wanted list for
targets of vampire houses. I guess there was someone who saw what we did and
decided not to try to save their friends, family, klansmen or whatever racist
vampires are calling each other. Somehow, neither of us seems to care. We’re
together, we’re unbeatable in my mind. All that terrible training, mall wars,
getting destroyed by werewolves made me a great fighter, now I’m able to
actually see what my opponents are doing, it’s a lot easier. I also don’t feel
as bad about killing them, that might make me a bad person; but all of these
are self defense kills. I’d be happy just shaking hands but prime vamps seem to
have some kind of to the death mentality.
Once we got to Birmingham we tried to check out Hell’s Gate.
We didn’t expect to actually find a way to Hell, but we were entirely let down.
Our last two outings led to a vampire slave trade and a family of goat people.
It was kind of nice knowing nothing crazy has happened in Birmingham. This is
supposed to be our honeymoon, even if I never officially said that.
“Hey, there’s supposed to be a vampire that goes out and violently
murders people on weekends. Want to check it out? Could be your first chance to
see a Talamur vampire because it’s got to be one of them, or a Nachzeher.”
“How about we just go back to the hotel, and see each other.
It’s almost midnight.”
“You know, Adze don’t need to sleep. That’s one of our bonuses,”
Destiny laughs at me.
“I didn’t say anything about sleeping,” I give her a big
smile. “But, I like dreaming anyway.”
Off in the distance I hear a woman screaming for help. “You
planned for us to be out here didn’t you? Just sitting here doing nothing. It was
a stakeout?”
“You got me, let’s go kill a vampire.”
“You’re a cannibal. A vampire that gets joy from killing
other vampires.”
“Really it’s like a wolf fighting a dog. Also, I’m not
eating them.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Think we can hit a vampire with a car?”
“What?”
“Decapitation, destruction of the heart, I’m feeling like
switching it up.”
“Then get some holy water or silver bullets.”
“Seatbelts blue bird.”
I’m gripping onto the door handle and using my feet as a
brake as she peels through the streets searching for the screams, we circle the
block three times before we finally zero in on alleyway. She cuts off the car
and we make our way down the long alley. The sounds of a dog lapping up water grows
louder as we come closer to the end.
I’ve seen vampires drink blood, but I’ve never seen one chew
through the flesh of a person. A vampire in a torn, bloodied white suit that
seems to be faded and decades old is gnawing at pieces of a blond woman who has
clearly died already. Occasionally he stops to lap at the blood, never truly getting
enough to satiate the thirst. The whole scene disgusts me. Destiny and I just buy
blood, it’s barely more expensive than gasoline for the amount we need. I know
some vampires can’t do that, but that’s why there’s synthetic blood, willing
donors, blood agreements and so on. He turns and looks at us, hisses and
returns to his kill.
“I know this guy.”
“How?”
“I don’t personally know him, but he’s the head of a small
vampire house. He’s been missing for a few weeks. He was always said to be
eccentric, but it seems like he’s lost his mind in age.”
“Remember you theorized Nachzeher might be Primeval vamps
that went insane? I think you might be right.”
“At least we don’t have to look forward to that.”
“What do we do with him?”
“We could turn him in for money, but they’d just put him
back in control. I think we should kill him.”
“Go for it.”
Destiny quickly snaps his neck back and slits the throat.
Not a full decapitation, but enough to kill him. The body falls over and his
leg twitches for a few seconds. I was wondering if I stopped caring about
killing, but here I am trying to control my shaking as Destiny pulls off. Is it
the killing that bothers me or the idea that I may turn out like him?
“Are you good,” Destiny asks as we approach our hotel.
“I didn’t know if I wanted to be a vampire. Being Adze, isn’t
bad at all. I drink a little blood every now and then, and I’m good. But, I’m
still afraid I might end up like that guy.”
“As far as a I know, Adze haven’t been around long enough
for any of us to go insane.”
“But it’s a possibility.”
“Not for tomorrow.”
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