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Kyrime quickly sat up in bed. She hit the snooze button on the alarm clock and got up and out of bed, or at least, was going to.
Bed?
She hadn’t been there the night before. The last thing she remembered was fighting some Vampyrs and then nothing more. It was one big, dark hole in her memory. There was nothing there. No matter how much she tried remembering, it was gone.
What the ******** had she done?
She eased herself out of bed and got dressed quickly, and quietly. Without hesitation she threw on what ever clothes she could get her hands on. It didn’t really matter. Mostly her clothes consisted of black articles. She didn’t bother much with her clothes when she went out shopping. One way or another they always got ruined when she went hunting. It was why she spent so much money on clothes in one year.
As she made her way through the apartment, she noticed once again that there wasn’t any noise. Everything was quiet and still, just like she was used to it being. She hadn’t expected it any other way. She had never had anyone look after her, why should she they start caring now when she no longer needed anyone? No one cared. They all minded their business and left her alone, whether she wanted to be or not. Everyone was the same way. Everybody thought little of her for being what and who she was. Everyone, absolutely everyone hated her.
Granted she had some friends here and there but they almost never called on her like friends did. They were mostly comrades that called on her when they needed her or vice versa. Not even her brother was that close to her. He didn’t like the fact that she made a living killing others. Not that they were people like her; there were just Vampyrs.
Another boring day, she thought and closed the door behind her. Not that she thought anyone would enter. Her apartment was so protected it made the White House look bad. Everything that would and could kill a Vampyr was protecting her apartment: from technological to magical, everything was there.
With that much protection, who needed anything else?
Once outside she looked around and hurried down the street toward the nearest park.
It was nine o’clock, she needed to meet someone. Usually, she slept in the day and went out at night. She had set the alarm clock the night before when she went out. She just didn’t know how she had gotten into her bed. It had never happened to her before. She just finished her fights, goes to look for more if it isn’t too late and then she goes home. How she ended up in her apartment after a premature night was a mystery that needed to be solved.
Fumbling with her coat, she pulled it tighter around herself. It was colder at night but she still didn’t like the cold that much. She had spent too many nights in coldness, emotionally and physically.
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Lazarus actually pulled his robes tighter against himself. He was never really cold but today was the exception. His escorts left him at the beginning of the tunnel. It was clear to him that it was for two reasons. Either they were told to escort him to there or they did it because they were afraid of their leader, or they left him there because they were afraid to remain in his presence. In his opinion, it was probably the latter choice. It was their job to follow orders just like it was his job to follow orders from his boss.
He didn’t want to.
Out of everyone there he was the only one who didn’t follow the leader’s orders, or at least he didn’t follow all of them. He only followed the ones that suited him and the other ones he threw out a window and didn’t regret it. He liked doing things his way and he was hated for it too. He didn’t have a single friend and didn’t want one either. They caused problems in his life and the devil knew he already had enough of those. He didn’t need any more of them.
He pushed the office door open and stepped silently through, not bothering to introduce himself or knock for that matter, to the leader of the clan of Vampyrs.
“Lazarus. Hello, sit down, s’il vous plaît.” He motioned to the chair in from of him.
He ignored the motion and remained standing where he was.
Rolling his eyes, Lazarus’s gaze flickered to the sides to take in is surroundings. Nothing had changed from the last time he had been there. What else could he expect from a dwelling under the ground? All rock and earth, nothing changed in this place. It all stayed perfectly in place and perfectly how it should be when it was put there.
The leader looked up from the document in his hand and motioned to the chair once more.
And once more Lazarus ignored to motion. He didn’t obey. Like said earlier, he almost never obeyed his leader. Never did what he was told to do, on the other hand he did just the opposite.
The other sighed. “You are not going to go anywhere until I’m done with you here. You’re not leaving until I’m through telling you what I have to tell you. So please sit down.”
“Why don’t you cut the crap and tell me what the ******** you want from me?”
Again the leader sighed, he was exasperated with Lazarus. “Impatient as always. You have been causing problems once more, Lazarus. The others don’t want you here anymore. I have to transfer you to another location; hopefully there you won’t cause as much problems as you do here. You may not know it, but you’re just wasting my time and yours as well. You can’t keep doing this. It has to stop some day. Why not make it now?”
“It is not my fault they do not understand who and what I am.” He responded coldly. “If they leave me alone I will leave them alone. Since they don’t then why the hell should I leave them alone? Am I to let them do with me as they wish and not respond?”
“Lazarus, you are the one who starts the fights almost always. You are the one who can’t take the responsibility of who you are. It is your fault. You are the Endrix, the Slayer and yet you go around beating the s**t out of your comrades. You should know better even if they don’t know how to act. You are to set an example for the rest of the race.”
With his face a blank slate he spoke up. He wasn’t going to let this Vampyr lay the blame on him when it was just the same for the others. “A curse laid upon me by you, yourself. Who are you to tell me what to do when you did this to me in the first place so they wouldn’t blame you for your folly?! You have no right, Malichi Maximillion, over me. You have no power over me, so get used to it. It won’t change anytime soon.”
“It may be a curse, but it’s also a gift. You were created for one reason. You were created to keep the race stable and in balance. To stop the humans from ever finding out how many of us actually exist. Every day they are figuring out there are more of us then they expected; more of us then they ever thought possible. They are starting to fear, and when they start to fear we are in trouble. They will find a way to exterminate all of us.”
Lazarus shook his head incredulously. “If you are so afraid of what they may do then why the ******** don’t you keep them from showing themselves. Why don’t you stop them from feeding on the humans, from killing everyone they feed on? This is the only reason why the humans are starting to figure out how many of us there are. You do not know how many human bodies I have to get rid of every night so they aren’t found. How many humans I have to get rid of because they are at risk of being transformed to what they fear, against their own will.”
“That is not my job.”
Lazarus remained quiet. There where thousands of things he could say that were Malichi’s job but to say them would only get him into an argument with the clan leader, making him mad and getting Malichi mad at him. That would mean getting into some kind of fight with him. That would lead to him not getting another chance to relocate.
Malichi would catch on sooner or later.
His face showed no emotion. He had learned long ago that showing emotion only got you and the ones you loved in trouble or hurt. They brought nothing good to your life. Emotions were something he had learned to put aside in his present life. All they did was betray you. They betrayed you like everything and everyone you liked, knew, and loved. Because of them you ended up alone, with no one to support you. Emotions made anyone think they were the one thing you could look forward to and they ended up hurting you too.
He didn’t need anyone for that matter. They were like his emotions.
Malichi Maximillion looked Lazarus Slypher. His dark red eyes piercing through the façade Lazarus always wore around everyone else. The façade everyone seemed to take seriously when it was a method of defense against all those that would cause him harm. No one noticed what he did in order to protect himself from the world. He was getting tired of Lazarus and the problems the others seemed to have with him. It only brought problems onto him and his clan.
He pitied Lazarus. No one understood him, except, maybe, for himself. They all seemed to think that he was an a*****e because that was what he was when it was also just a form of defense he used.
That was one of the reasons why he was going to move the Slayer to another city. He had an idea that if Lazarus got moved so many times around the county and continents he would get tired of it sooner or later and quit what he did. Malichi sure hoped that that would be the case with Lazarus. He was losing very good Vampyrs when they fought against the best of the best. His clan did not listen when he warned them not to attack Lazarus but that didn’t seem to work on them anymore than it worked on Lazarus himself.
He repeated himself again. “I’m getting fed up with this, Slypher.”
Lazarus met Malichi’s gaze but remained quiet like always, when he didn’t want to say something. That was another thing he had learned. It was another one of his traits that caused problems with the others. He only spoke when he deemed necessary, or to when he decided he needed a good argument, and to whom he deemed worthy, otherwise he remained quiet. There was no need for speaking words when they were not needed.
Malichi got up from the high back chair and looked at Lazarus. He didn’t turn away from the other Vampyr. He didn’t want Lazarus thinking that his gaze was too much for him. It was the last thing he needed at the moment. “Like I already said, you are being transferred to a new location, far from the one you have now.”
Without another word, Lazarus turned around to leave. He had enough money to buy himself another house anywhere he wanted. No, he had enough money to buy the whole city if he wished to own that much land. Money wasn’t an issue. He could care less if he was transferred somewhere else. Every where he went it was the same s**t over and over. Hatred and greed followed him where ever he went, no matter what he did really.
Malichi spoke up again. “You are the slayer. You life will never be easy no matter what you do, and I respect that. It is your curse. I made a mistake to put it on your of all people.” He didn’t like to repeat himself but Lazarus needed to understand.
Lazarus didn’t turn around. He knew that already. He knew what he was and didn’t need any reminding. It was a fact since he could remember. A fact he could never change. His life was one big curse since the day he had been born all those hundreds of years ago. It was something just was. He didn’t need another person telling him what he was and what he wasn’t. Especially, not the person who had put the curse on him in the first place. This Vampyr and his clan mattered nothing to him. They were just some of the damned that shared the same miserable infinity together.
He walked up the stairs at the end of the corridor. The stairs led up to the first floor of a mansion. A mansion used to cover up for the real housing underneath. It was covering the real housing for his entire race. Of course, some of hem lived topsoil but as a rule they had to gather in the tunnels, all around the world, for two consecutive days every two weeks. If they failed to do this twice they had to deal with him and his punishment. He would either exile them of he would execute them on the spot, depending on what they were doing when they failed to show up at the tunnels. Of course, sometimes he decided on whatever came to his mind and didn’t bother to let them explain themselves. He was wary of his job.
He cared little. Most of them he let go with just a warning. They were all going to die eventually and if it wasn’t him doing it them it was going to be for another reason. There were nine slayers. All of them hated because of their job and priorities. They were alike and yet so very different that they never got along.
Lazarus threw the door open and hurried down the stairs. He pulled his collar up and hurried down the bustling street. He was a dark bathed figure in a sea of meaningless colors, meaningless colors that would sooner or later fade away into nothing.
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Kyrime turned her head.
In the back of her mind she could feel the familiar sensation she always felt when a Vampyr was near. She turned a full 360 and looked up at the top of the buildings surrounding her. She was trying to figure out which one the sensation was coming from.
It was powerful but unmoving. No, it was moving. Just not across and straight at her, but back and forth as if in some kind of combat or fight.
Standing out of the way, in case the creature with the sensation decided to bring his fight to where she was standing, she closed her eyes and concentrated. In a background of white three black figures appeared in her mind vision. They were facing one general direction; their opponent, and victims, apparently.
Lazarus smirked and dodged his attacker’s swing. Pulling out a retractable sword from up his sleeve, he swung at the Vampyr, only to have him leap away and back to his comrades. It seemed to Lazarus that they only wanted to toy with him, maybe even find out how his is power level was.
“We’d better go,” one of the Vampyrs suggested. He seemed to be the youngest of the three and the most scared to fight the Slayer. He hadn’t really engaged him in the fight but had stayed on the sidelines watching as his partners tried to take him down.
“Afraid, Alfredo? You think you’ll get in trouble for fighting the Slayer?” Lazarus taunted.
The Vampyr rolled his eyes. “The ******** with you. You think you are so bad.” He lunged at Lazarus, his sword outstretched. “You are nothing. You don’t mean anything in our society. Our Lord won’t even come to help you out. Who is afraid of you?”
Lazarus parried his attack, as well as the other Vampyr’s, who had come up behind him. “You are, my dear Alfredo.” He ran the sword through the second Vampyr, making him burst into flames. In a moment he was gone. “It is hard for a human to his sweat as it is clear. You are a Vampyr. Your sweat is blood. It is very noticeable.” Lazarus pushed him back.
The Vampyr stumbled backward and ran right into an outstretched sword that didn’t belong to him. He blinked once and exploded into flames, disintegrating.
Lazarus was stunned for the first time in years. In front of him was a woman with her back to him. He was holding up against the other Vampyr, the last one of the original three.
He moved around the Vampyr and from behind ran him through with a small scythe. He saw the expression on the woman’s face change from assurance to disbelief. He didn’t He didn’t know what the disbelief was for but the next thing he knew he felt a piercing pain in his chest.
Cursing he fell to his knees and put his hand over the wound.
She had stabbed him and he hadn’t done a thing to her. He had tried to help her and that was all. This was why he didn’t help anyone but himself. This was why he didn’t have a friend and didn’t care to call anyone a friend. They all betrayed one another.
His vision swam and went dark.
Kyrime panicked. She didn’t know why but she did and quickly stabbed the Vampyr in front of her line of vision. The moment he fell to his knees instead of exploding into flames or disintegrating she knew that what she had done had probably and completely been wrong.
What had she done?
She had just killed a human!
And then there was that sensation Vampyrs gave off in her head.
Looking up she saw nothing but the dark clouds and the midnight sky. There was no one around, but then again they were located on top of a building. She closed her eyes and knelt down besides the person she had just stabbed. She tried to feel the presence of the Vampyr near by and found it there, on the same building, on the same landing.
Her eyes flew open and once again she looked around, trying to find the source.
There was no one.
It was all empty.
She looked down at the man in front of her. If she didn’t get him help soon then he would more than likely die right there. He had already lost too much blood as it was.
“Oh God,” she whispered and lifted her hand to his lips. Pushing his upper lip up gently, she caught sight of his fangs and immediately pulled away from him, as if she might catch something from him.
He was a Vampyr and she had stabbed him and he hadn’t burst into flames. What was he? Every single Vampyr she had fought and destroyed had disappeared with some kind of very bright show. And yet, this one was unconscious like a human being; bleeding to death.
He wasn’t a hybrid, half human-half Vampyr. When she found one of those they would appear in her mind’s eye as a light black. He appeared as nothing in her mind. The only thing that gave him away was the sensation in her mind. He didn’t even look like a Vampyr. Most Vampyrs she met dressed in leather or some kind of fur.
He was dressed in what looked to be a cotton, black, button down, long sleeved shirt. He wore black slacks and a trench coat that appeared to be the one thing he wore to every hunt.
She took out her cell phone and speed dialed a number that she didn’t know. She had never imagined of asking for payment on something but she needed to get this creature somewhere safe where he could recover.
“Hey, Li, it’s me Kyrime. I don’t care what you are doing. Remember that day I saved you. Yeah, well, you still owe me.”
“Kye, I thought you were never going to ask me for repayment. May I ask why you changed your mind about it now?”
“Something came up.”
“When something comes up for you it’s probably something really bad….” At that moment Kyrime interrupted him.
“Just shut up. I need you to bring your car and pick me up at the corner of forty-second and Fort. I need help with someone.”
There was a sigh on the other end. “Fine, I’ll be there in moment.”
Kyrime closed the phone before he could say anything else. She tried to pick up the Vampyr but he was too heavy for just her.
She knew, deep down, she should leave him there to die.
She had sworn to kill all the Vampyrs, but here she was trying to save the life of one she, herself, had stabbed. Though she had to agree that she wanted to know more about him and what he was. She wanted to know why it was that he didn’t show up on her “radar” as a black figure, but rather as nothing.
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Li had driven the raven van that he only used when he really wanted to humiliate someone. It was one of the many cars that he owned, granted it wasn’t one of the best ones he had. Kyrime thought it was a waste of time owning more than one automobile at one time. Kyrime guessed that with what money Li had in his possession, owning more than one car was just a part of him, just a part of his life. He wouldn’t stop even if he wanted. He was used to having what he wanted.
Kyrime removed the gun from her back holster, which was buried underneath the scarlet trench coat she was wearing. His opposite arm was holding up the weight of the invalid slayer. She would need it in case the so called “Dauphanm” decided to wake. It was apparent that if he did wake up he would attack her, or at least try to attack her. In his present state he wouldn’t be able to move much.
“All aboard!” He quoted the Ozzy Osbourne expression at the beginning of the song Crazy Train, even went as far as adding the laugh as well.
Li drove up, rolling the passenger side window down as Kyrime stepped up, boots making a shuffle as the ground molded beneath her feet. It was a hell of a time dragging the unconscious slayer down the steps of the building, avoiding the elevator so they wouldn’t be seen.
And whose apartment was this anyways? There didn’t seem to be anyone around, but they couldn’t take the chance.
Jerking the back door open, Kyrime scowled. “What took you so damn long?”
“You expected me to be faster? I have a life too.” Li responded, turning around in the driver’s seat to inspect Kyrime’s actions. He had only helped her get the slayer down the stairs and then gotten back into the van. He watched as she tossed Vampyr into the back of the van.
“You could’ve at least sped it up, a*****e.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I’ll try harder, Miss b***h. Next time I’ll leave everything I’m doing at once so you can have your favor repaid.” Li scowled back.
Kyrime slammed the back door and quickly got into the front. She ignored the look of reproach that Li sent her and then sent toward the van’s door. This may have been his oldest car but that didn’t mean he appreciated having the door slammed. She turned toward the back, her gun still pulled out.
“Go.”
Li slammed on the gas, the van arching to speed up. A groan coming from the backseat, Kyrime’s gun immediately went up. She glanced at the speedometer and groaned. Li may not have like slamming car doors but he had no problem in racing the van as fast as it could possibly go.
“Kye, what have you gotten into now? You seem to be too jumpy today.” Li asked, head tipping up quickly to remove raven filaments from his eyes.
“I had that sensation again.” She stated simply.
“Why the hell didn’t you kill him then, if you did? You’re senses have only failed once and that wasn’t a good thing.”
“He was fighting Vampyrs, and I waltzed in, assuming he was one of us in distress. I didn’t know what he was at that moment,” Kyrime said. “So I stabbed him in the chest before I thought of what I was doing. He didn’t disintegrate.”
Li flicked a glace at Kyrime. “Obviously!” He looked out the windshield. “A Hybrid?”
Kyrime fell silent.
“I didn’t know,” she responded. “I’ll take him to Kai. I’m sure she’ll know something. She may also know what to do with him.”
I’m sure he’s already close to waking by the look of him.” Li gripped the steering wheel. He had to admit, having a Hybrid in his car was not a very likable idea.
“I’ll take care of him if he does wake.”
“What if he gets worse?”
“I said I’ll take care of it okay.”
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 lucifers_child666 · Wed Dec 26, 2007 @ 07:27am · 0 Comments |
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