Ice Cold Touch Of Death

Summary:- Victoria finds the perfect girl for her only, she’s a half blood vampire who’s got involved with helping Drako who happens to be a enchant vampire that wants to rule the world. No one said love was easy.

Warning:- will contain vampires and of course, where ever you get vampires you get death. This will also be a femslash so expect lesbian related scenes.

Time: - 23:34
Day: - Sunday night
Place: - large building, west side of city.

In a large, abandoned building at the edge of the city, a single light flickered from inside one of the rooms. Inside the room was a large desk with a PC. The screen flickered with colour as a figure tapped at the keyboard. He looked an average size man with an average body and dark brown combed hair. His jaw had slight stubble growing and he wore a light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and plain blue, denim jeans. The screen then began to flicker from black to colour as the figure stared at it.

“Stupid piece of crap!” the figure yelled out in a male voice as the screen in front of him flickered on and off. He slammed his hand round the side and watched as it suddenly died, leaving the male in complete darkness in the small room. “God Dame it!” he yelled as he tossed the screen of the desk and onto the floor before spinning round on his chair to face a second figure that was sat near the window. “Go to the electronic store and steal me a new PC. This one’s busted,” the figure demanded as the second figure looked up in his direction.

“What?” the second figure asked in a British, female voice.

“I said, go to the store and get me a new PC. This piece of shit has just blown up on me,” the male demanded as he eyed the female near the window.

“Okay, calm down. What’s broken?” she asked standing up.

“Everything! Just get me a brand new one and keep it quiet. We don’t need people seeing you round,” he said turning to face the broken PC on the desk.

“Can’t I get it tomorrow or something? I’m tired,” she said looking back out of the window.

“No women, you can’t. I need to get this finished tonight else it’ll be my head,” he yelled as she gave a sigh to show she wasn’t in the mood to argue. “I’m sorry,” he apologised. “I’m under a lot of pr…”

“Save it,” she said interrupting him in mid sentence.

She opened the window and then leaped out without another word leaving the first figure alone in the empty, dark room. He moved slightly but only to get comfy. The room was silent as he sat staring at the window before the door blew open with a large bang. The wind came through angrily and blew leaves and paper inside the old building. The figure turned to see a dark shadow approaching. He raised an eyebrow.

“If that’s you back just to piss me off, I’ll…” the figure started.

“You’ll what?” an icy voice asked making the figure jump as the shadow got bigger.

“Drako?! Is that y…you?” he stuttered as he jumped of his seat and began to back up to the wall.

“Of course it is, human,” he said as the shadow turned into the shape of a tall man with a large coat or cape on. He entering the room, his deep, blood red eyes staying fixed on the male figure.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were… you were…” he said in fear.

“Dead? So do many,” he said approaching the human and grabbing him round the collar and raising him off the ground. “Where is she?”

“Who?” he asked before Drako slammed him hard agenise the wall. “She’s out,” he said in pain and then Drako released the male and watched as he hit the ground with a thump! “What do you want with her anyway?”

“I need her to do me a small job,” Drako said as he began to examine the dark room.

“What? Why? Can’t you do it yourself?” he said as Drako eyed him in rage. “I mean… you are all powerful and all! You could take out anyone,” he quickly went on in fear.

“You’re the first person who’s seen me in over twenty years. I don’t need people to know I’m around just yet,” he said as he walked over to the computer desk and moved some of the pieces round to have a look at them.

There was a long quiet that filled the room as both males didn’t speak or make a single sound. Drako was at the fare corner, leaning up agenised the wall as he closed his eyes and listened to his surroundings. The male human still sat where he fell, fear of standing and angering Drako. He didn’t even dare breathe a word. He just hoped that Drako’s return wasn’t going to be the end.

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Time: - 23:48
Date: - Sunday night
Place: - West side bridge, west side of city

The female figure made her way down the cold streets of the west side of the city. The west town looked deserted in the evening with battered buildings and litter flooding the streets. It was the part of the city that no one talked about. Where thief’s, tramps and the unwanted lived together in scum. No one dared adventure into the west side, not even the police.

The female reached the first street lamp for ages that wasn’t broken and still lit. It shone dimly and blinked off every now and then for a split second. She looked up at it, her features showing off to the world. Her long, ghost white hair blowing behind her and her odd almost completely white eyes watching the light as it’s brightness lit up her unusual pale skin. She wore a long black trench coat over her small top that only covers her breasts and her pair of black jeans with biker boots. She look young. Not quiet in her twenties yet, but seemed more mature.

She then looked in front of her and saw the West Side Bridge. The bridge that divides the west from the rest of the large city. She was to cross the bridge if she wished to get to any where that had computers. The west side wasn‘t likely to have any unless you wanted a stolen one and most of those didn‘t work anyway. She set of across the bridge and into what seemed like a new city all together.

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Time: - 12:03
Date: - Monday morning
Place: - atop electric store, east side of city.

The dark figure sat at the top of the large electronic store, looking out over the small part of the city as darkness covered over it with a blanket of stars. To dark to make the features out of the figure but her long, ghost white hair that blew in the breeze. Below, several small figures were walking round and every now and again, a car would go past. She watched in amusement as the people scurried to get out of the cold. She then spotted a couple as they hurried along together. She watched as the male gave the female a small kiss on the cheek. The figure then leaned back, now uninterested with what was happening and gave a sigh.

“Better to be alone than to be dragged down,” she said quietly as she looked up at the moon. “Or was it, better to have been loved and lost than to never have been loved at all?” she asked herself before frowning

‘Where did that come from?’ she thought to herself as she watched the clouds pass across the moons surface. ‘Humans have sayings like that. They’re the ones who have mottos, codes in which they choose to live. Family sayings or rituals that they follow to life’s end Like it’s their religion or something… religion.’ the figure gave a small chuckle at the thought and grinned in amusement. ‘Humans are so foolish. Like there’s really is a great being that’s over watching them and protecting them from all that is evil. If this was true, then why are there forces that bring them misery and pain? That split the humans apart and divides them in to groups. Poor and rich. Good and evil. Healthy and the unwell. It makes no sense and yet, they still believe,’ she thought then leaned forwards and looked back at the people. The couple had left but there were still several others she could watch.

She then noticed something in one of the dark parts of the street. A small opening between two buildings. Some would call it an ally but to the rats and mice that live there, it was home. She cocked her head to the side ever so slightly before rising to her feet. She paused before quickly leaping of the building roof with incredible speed and hit a pipe that was attached about thirteen feet away on the second building. She shimmed down the pipe with her long, black trench coat flapping from the speed and then hit the ground making not a sound. She turned and looked round at her surroundings at anyone who could have spotted her. Once please, she carried on to make her way to the alleyway. Peering inside, she saw what she was looking for.

“Weasel,” she said quietly then walked forwards to the scene that was taking place in the ally.

A short man with raggedy, baggy clothes and long black, tattered hair was holding tightly onto a female. A female, the white haired women noticed to be the female from the couple she was watching. The women desperately struggled to try and break free from the males grasp as her male partner laid motionless on the floor, propped up agenised the wall. The white haired female cleared her thought and the man spun round with the female held tightly still, one hand over her mouth and the other arm round her waist and keeping her hands in place.

“Dillon!” he said in a shocked, raspy voice.

Dillon gave a small bow with her head but remained still. He looked at her wide eyed as did the female in his grasp. The female gave a small, desperate cry that was muffled through his hand as tears flooded down her cheek. Dillon looked at her for a short moment before looking back at the male. His eyes shone bright and were almost black which gave them the look of rat’s eyes. His face looked disfigured and seemed like it had been beaten on several occasions and his posture was exaggerated by is hunched back that made him look shorter than he already was.

“What are you doing here, Weasel?” Dillon asked eyeing him as she stepped forwards ever so slightly but remained in the shadows.

“It’s Winstel! My name is Winstel, god dame it!” he spat as she still eyed him.

“Fine, but what are you doing here?” she asked, her voice showing she was getting more impatient. “Where is your master, ‘Winstel’,” Dillon said, saying his name like venom.

“I think that is none of your busyness,” Winstel said and moved back slightly with the women still in his grip.

“I think it is all my busyness,” Dillon said watching him back away. “Do try to make this easier for yourself,” she added with a small grin.

“It’s a free country,” he said shrugging nervously as he still backed up slowly. “I think I have the right to go where I want and when I please.”

“You’re nothing but a servant and a rat. You have no right to do anything,” Dillon said before he quickly turned to leave but as quickly as he turned, she was there, starring at him like she was staring into his soul.

“I’ll ask once more,” she said quickly grabbing him by the collar and making him release the female. “Where is your master?” she asked as the female scurried to the side and watched the fear in the males face as Dillon eyed at him.

“You know where he is! He’s dead! Has been for years,” Winstel said panicked as he brought his hands up in front of his face in fear.

“then why are you here?” she asked, her eyes seeming like they were becoming deep, blood red and her K9’s growing a inch or so.

“A guy has to eat!” he cried out and began to sob. She watched him for a while, her expression slowly changing back to her relaxed look before dropping the male on the ground.

He paid no thought to the female he was earlier trying to have and just left. Dillon watched as he went into the darkness of the next ally before turning back to look at the one she was in. The female looked at her from the side in pure fright. The male was several feet away still unconscious. Dillon walked forwards, uncaring for the humans that Winstel had almost had his own way with. She reached the entrance of the ally and looked round quickly for anyone who would spot her. It was getting late and soon the sun would be up to greet her and she still didn’t have the stupid computer. She stepped out to leave when…

“Thank you,” a voice from back inside the ally said.

Dillon turned to see the female looking at her and trying to stand. Dillon gave a look round before she realised that it was her she was thanking.

“I…” Dillon started but paused and looked at the unconscious male. “You should get him home, clean him up and just forget about everything you’ve just seen,” she said then turned to leave. “I’m not in the mood to eat right now,” she said then flashed the female a grin before disappearing round the corner.