3.110 – Gold Tips
My ears are ringing and my vision is blurred by blood. The taste of my own blood in my mouth doesn’t confuse me anymore. I must have a concussion because it’s funny to me. I didn’t think you could just, stomp a vampire out. I guess I hadn’t considered it an option when we usually go for the quick kill from what I’ve seen. I try to sit up, only to realize I’ve been strapped to a table. Whatever the straps are, they’re too strong for me to break. I wonder what they’re made of. I just take a deep breath, try to stay calm. Glancing around I instantly realize that I’m in the old shed the trafficking victims were kept in.
Forget the concussion, I have to be going insane because
it’s funny to me. I’m either facing some dramatic death that’s been planned for
me, or I’m about to be sold off as a slave, on a plantation. I always thought I
was more Geordi La Forge than Kunta Kinte but who knew? I suppose facing death
isn’t so bad when you’ve done it a few different times. Me and the reaper are
on the first name basis at this point. I suppose this is how Destiny felt;
unafraid of death, seeing it as an old friend. I’ve actually died once already,
maybe more, I don’t know if I died while being tortured. What’s one more death?
It hurts to laugh, but I really can’t believe it.
“You think this is funny,” Pearl opens the door making her
entrance.
“I’m weird like that.”
“Weird is one way to describe it. Idiotic is another. Can’t
believe someone actually tried to stage a damn coup,” I can’t tell if Pearl is
amused or disgusted. “That damn girl is a pain in my ass even from the grave.”
“She was great like that. She always got what she wanted in
the end, even if you didn’t want to do it.”
“It’s like the girl could control the future. Should have
been named Fate instead of Destiny,” I can’t see Pearl but I can hear her fight
off a chuckle.
“I’m sure you’re here to kill me or something, but can I ask
you a few questions?”
“Sure, you won’t have anyone to tell,” Pearl almost seems
jovial.
“Isaac and Sampson, what happened to them?”
She doesn’t answer immediately, “Your protégé, turned into a
damn bird and flew away. I honestly couldn’t believe it. I thought he just
turned into a cat,” I wish I could have seen the look on her face. “Sampson,
well, after Old Ben put him down, he got back up. While they were digging a
grave for you, he crawled out his. Took his car and drove off.”
“Cool,” a smile creeps over my face.
“Cool? No. I’m not worried about Isaac, you sired that boy.
What he does has no impact on my family. Sampson, he’ll be back. He always
comes back because he can’t live without me. His mind has already been broken
and belongs to me,” she takes pride in that.
She might be right. Destiny ran away from her too, but she
was bringing me back here. Sampson could have left with Destiny but didn’t. I
wish I could have heard their whole story. Maybe Sampson will come back. I hope
he doesn’t. I hope he’s finally able to break free from her control. He was
fighting with it, I could tell. I hope he wins. Maybe Destiny willing to die on
the way her was her way of making sure she won by never coming back.
“Any more questions?”
“I don’t suppose you’ll let me call my family?”
“Not after you broke up mine,” Pearl shouts. There it is,
there’s that anger.
“What’s the plan? You put a golden bullet through my head?”
“No, that’s too easy. You said you were from Detroit,
right?”
“Chicago.”
“Close enough, that whole little region is the same. You’ll
be going as a trophy for an independent buyer. A real live vampire to display.
Folks pay good for that.”
“Really,” I can’t help but laugh. “That’s so, boring. I was
hoping you had some evil plan, but you’re just human trafficking. I’ll break
out one day, and come back.”
“No you won’t,” she cuts me off. “You read the book, you
know injuries inflicted by gold can kill Adze. But, a regular old wooden stake
to the heart, that’ll immobilize you. Forever.”
I start to laugh in her face again, “I thought I was going
crazy but you’re already insane. You should put a bullet through my heart, and
cut my head off. End me because I promise, one day, I’ll get free. I don’t know
how or when. It could be hundreds of years from now, but I will get free. When
I do, I’m going to kill you,” I honestly can’t believe the words coming out of
my own life.
“I’d like to see you try,” she places a stake above my
heart, and lines up a hammer. “You won’t be the first and you won’t be the
last. If I let you kill me, I deserve it.”
“You do.”
“Any last words?”
I think for a moment, “Men are but flesh and blood; they
know their doom, but not the hour. In this I’m blessed to see the hour of my
death.”
“Shakespeare,” she seems confused.
“Uriel Septim VII,” I smile at my own joke.
“Yeah, hold that smile,” she raises the hammer.
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