Another Few Nights
Chapter Five
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Summary: This is part two of a story arc I made from a
supposed to be one-shot. This is the story of
finding the prey that survived him for one reason. To finish what he started.
But will it be that easy? Oh, the boy won’t be a problem. But will she,
knife and sanity, let him finish the boy?
is confused and the boy starts to grow on him. Vampires are heartless, but why
can’t
started? This is going to take a few long nights of work…
Warning: Little bit of lemon in this chapter, just decide to
throw that in there for flavor! Remember, Owen is a minor! If
you don’t like that… I don’t know why you are still reading this story!
GO AWAY! If you do! Hurray! It’s just for you. ^,^
Disclaimer: Although this character is mine, he is loosely
based off Vampire the Requiem. I have no rights to that!
A/N: Next chapter! Hope it didn’t take too terribly long. In
this one your starting to see more and more of
life, although a lot is left unsaid. DON’T WORRY! I’ll explain everything…
eventually… Until then, enjoy! And tell me what you think!
Thank you, Madlodger! I’m so glad
I made it onto your list and I hope I continue to satisfy you,
loved that line too! I smiled a lot after reading that, I like it when things
just sound good! Tehe
Remon Koybito
Another Few Nights
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I laid there. Sleep paralysis consuming my body. I couldn’t
move. So I laid there. It wasn’t night yet, but I often don’t sleep through the
day. The nightmares that fill my mind prevent me. She keeps my company, lying
in the palm of my hand, sleeping soundly.
I’m not sure what time it is. I have no clock in my room. I
used to, but the glowing green numbers cast shadows on my walls. The shadows
would move in my mind, they had become real. So I smashed the clock against the
wall, killing His shadow. I close my eyes at the thought of Him.
My bed dips, killing my thoughts of anything else. I look.
It is the boy. I am able to move now, thankfully, and I sit up. It smiles, I
stretch.
“What are you doing here?”
He drops his bag and takes off his shoes, sitting
cross-legged on the bed. “You wanted me to come over, remember?”
“I had meant at night,” I sigh.
“Well I just got outa school, so I
thought I’d come over now,” he smiles. He looks so innocent… still? “I told my
parents I was staying at my friend’s house tonight, so…”
“So I’m stuck with you all night?”
“Basically.”
I slump back in bed and watch him. He smiles at me for a
long while then shrugs and looks around. My room is dark. It had once been a
large studio apartment. The windows are now bricked over, letting no dangerous
sunlight into it. There is little furniture but I have is comfortable.
“So this is your haven, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I lean over to the bedside table and turn on the
little light, putting an orange glow in the room. Owen watches me.
“You have a lot of scars…”
I look my chest, uncovered by the dark sheets I sleep in.
Scars litter the pail skin. I look at him with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t
notice them before?”
“Of course I did… But I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”
I chuckle. “What moment?”
He blushes. “You were undressing… I was… well… You know…”
“So embarrassed of your sexuality… Silly
mortal.”
“I’m not embarrassed!” There is a silence and then it looks
at my chest. “So what are they from?”
“Living a life very different from yours,” I say curtly. It
looks at its lap.
After a few moments it speaks again, “What’s your name?”
I look at it and realize I had never told the teen my name.
I laugh, “You had sex with a man you didn’t know the name of?”
It blushes, “Well… it was special circumstances.”
I rub the sleep from my eyes and smile. The voices laugh.
It is silent. I feel its nervousness. I sit up and grab the
cigarette case from the side table. I roll a cigarette, light it, and stare at
the picture on the case.
“That’s pretty,” it whispers.
I look at the teen and then the picture. “What is it?”
“I think it’s supposed to be a siren.” I stare blankly. “You
know… Like in the Odyssey?” I shake my head. “It’s
from Greek mythology. Sirens are see nymphs, they lure
sailors with their songs and then smash them against the rocks.”
I stare at the picture and smile. It is appropriate.
I stand, letting the boy see my naked body. I have things to
do tonight. Places to go. And it looks like I will
have more company then usual. I mumble something about taking a shower and
wonder into the bathroom. Washing myself I feel eyes on me.
It is standing there. Watching. The
sight of its blue eyes watching me excites me. It strips and comes into the
shower with me. We kiss. I bend it over. With quick preparation I fuck it.
It moans and grunts. I put my lips against the side of its neck.
bit. One drop falls onto my tongue. I come hard inside it. It orgasms
after I pull out. It was touching itself. Beautiful.
I wash. It washes. And we leave the shower. I dress and slip
her into my pocket, ignoring her smiling. It is still flushed when it’s
dressed. I laugh.
“So what are we doing tonight?” it ask
timidly.
“I have business to deal with.” Slipping on my long jacket I
grab a scarf. I through it to him. “Wear that
tonight.”
It looks at me, asking why. I do not answer. I have better
things to do the explain myself. The brat does what I said as we leave.
Within an hour we are on the docks. Whores and drug dealers
watch us pass. They know not to do anything. The boy is an easy target, but
they know me. And they know better.
I walk onto Pier 83 and see my target. The large yacht moves
slightly in the water. I walk onto it and roll my eyes. It is bigger then the
last, almost a cruise ship.
“Jesus,” Owen whispers, “who’s is
this,
“No one you need to know the name of,” I grunt.
When we get on the deck we are greeted by two large thugs.
Their tee-shirts are too small and their arms are the size of my thighs.
“Who the fuck are you?” One of them
half yells.
“I am here to see your master. Now step
aside,” I half whisper.
“Listen, bitch-” it cuts itself off. Then I notice the ear
piece it has. It is listening to something. “Alright, she’ll see you,” It
grunts.
I walk past them. Mortals. Mortals
I could kill in one blink are often the ones the question me most.
murmuring a ‘stay close and don’t say a word’ to the boy. I push past elegant
double doors and there is a party to great me.
It is no normal party, no. The Embraced never have normal
parties. There are a couple dozen men, Vampires, with glasses of blood wine
socializing A few I know, a few I don’t. Along the
walls are intoxicated mortals. Nobodies. No one will
miss them. But for tonight, the high and mighty Immortals will enjoy their
bodies and blood. Then there are the pets. Mortals that serve their Embraced
master. Marked with their crest. I look at the teen.
Is he now my pet?
Then, an arm slings over my shoulders. I look to my left. My
skin crawls as I look at Kellen.
“Well look who it iiiiiis,”’ he
sings.
“Get your hand of me, Kellen.
“Oh, Pearl, you’re no fun,” he pouts. “I don’t see you for
two months and you don’t even want to hug me!”
I look at the fool. His purple hair spiked, grey eyes begging.
He is an older vampire. Turned when he was 32 sometime in the
70s’. I am also sure he is more delusional then me.
“Go away, Kellen,” I hiss.
I try to move forward but I am blocked by questioning men.
They all know my story, most Vampires do. I hate to say it, but I made quite
the name for myself. I hate that it happened. I didn’t mean for it to happen.
But it did. So I have to deal with a dozen men asking about my life. If only
shooting myself would end this.
“ENOUGH!”
Everyone looks to her. I sigh in a weird sort of relief. I
do not want to see her, but she has command few others do. She is an old
vampire, by a few hundred years. But her 20 year-ld body would make you think
otherwise.
She wears designer clothes diamonds. She is beautiful. And I
see Owen’s mouth gaping open. I wonder if he feels sexual attraction to women
as well. Jealous? Am I jealous?
“Come,
let’s make this quick,” she says.
I fallow her into some office. She sits at the large
polished desk and pulls out a few papers.
She speaks in the old language. I talk back. Some things
Owen shouldn’t hear. She hands me the papers, I pocket them. She hands me an
envelope, I pocket it. And then she sits back, smiling.
“I see you have a new friend,” she says calmly. I stay
silent. “
surprise me, and considering how old I am, that is saying something.” I stare.
“Well, you are your usual social self, so I suppose you can leave. I will see
you in 3 months. Good bye.”
“Good bye, Lady.”
And we leave. Taking a back stairway we avoid the crowd of
men. Soon we are walking across the dock yet again. I look at Owen and he
stares back.
“So you live an interesting life, don’t you?”
I slowly roll a cigarette, letting the burn relax me. I
continue to walk. There are other things to be taken care of. My night has only
just begun.
“You have no idea…”
/Let’s show him then, darling./ I
agree with her. Why? I don’t know. But I will show Owen my life.
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A/N: Odd ending I think, but I didn’t want to get into too
much cuz then the chapter would be a
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