Vampyre

*An Evanescence side story.

Chapter 1

I used to be human, I used to be a lot of things before the Sanguira came into my existence. I was a son, a good son…except I was the child of the devil.

***
“Alex!, Alex where the bloody hell are you boy?”
That’s my father and he’s pissed at me. I’m scared as hell because I’m dressed in Annabella’s things. Up in the attic. I hide like I always do but he finds me this time. I’m all shaved and such and washed with my mothers soaps in a basin up here.
He stares at me.
I’m is a honey and creame dress and corset and I’m me…I’m me for once and I know I’m devil touched because it ain’t proper I’m a boy who evil heart was telling him that he need to be a she.
I’ve always managed to evade him up here. The slaves never talk, I treat them better than any of the others ever did. How?, why did he find me, why is he even home?
His slap spins me all the way around and I tasted blood.
And this is when my daddy raped me, when I was twelve years old.
After it he told me.
“You got the devil in you boy, I can’t kill you cause I’d send yer soul ta hell. You cast them dirty spells o your’s on me and made me do unnatural acts. I’ll save us both Alex, and I’ll whip the devil out of ya.”
The Blues were moving in on us and were going to take everything we owned. My Daddy joined the confederate army and he had men move onto our plantation.
They did horrible things to the slaves, them poor black folk.
Daddy never cared ‘Cause he said they “Was only niggers.”
Then again he did horrible things to me nearly every night…for two years, I replace ma dead mother…several times he would have some ‘o the men from the company or some of the big buck slaves take me. I was a young man durin the day but his little whore at night.

Until the famed General Lee rode through and conscripted every able bodied lad in eye or ear shot. I was delivered from one hell into another. My daddy tried to keep me, he tried to keep me in his command.

I volunteered for the front lines.

***
War…

Never, ever, ever go to war unless you cannot avoid it at any cost.
I served there for a years surrounded by the madness of man slaughtering man.
I’ve seen cannons blowing people apart and not just the union soldiers but women, children, slaves.
Not everyone in the south wanted to open their doors or their gates of their lands to the confederate army.
So like all men in a savage brutal war did.
We took what we wanted for the good of the south….we burned, raped and pillaged.
We killed good southern citizens sometimes as well.
I seen Captains order the deaths of whole shanties of slaves rather than let them be free.
I know, I killed helpless people, I stabbed children with my bayonet, I’ve blown the heads apart of old black grannies.

***
I had fled my unit that night and was hiding amongst the latest old homestead to get pretty much destroyed in the fighting. The pressure was too great and the devil was in me too strong. I was drunk on cheap brandy and that wasn’t hard to achieve as a young man of 15 years. I had my pistol with me and planned on taking a bullet by the end of the night to my brain.

Then I found the dress. A lovely thing of cornflowers and lace. I fell to temptation and with tearful and drunken resolve I made myself pretty one more time before I sent myself to hell.

Then he came. He was Michelle, yes a woman’s name but I was ignorant of the French.
He was dressed stylish in this hell hole.
Before I knew it father…oh…father held me by my chin. I saw the wild eyes, that amber color with the red pupil that tinted the amber with red like the brown invades the green in hazel.
I saw the fangs and…
“Oh child, oh sweet Alecia…I see you, I see you and I know your heart and your pain. I can give you the very thing that your soul needs….I can be the devil that frees you.”
He knew the name of the girl in me.
The devils daughter.
“Yyes, yes please.”
I let Michelle take me, I let him make love to me…or what it was close to it as a vampire can make a human feel.
The Sanguira are excellent lovers, Vampires are experts of blood majiks they have no mana to wield majik but being those who feed off of life they are flush with essence.
Yes all those stories of vampire sex is true.
But it only get’s real good after they bite you.
I creates a link they can use, to use their power on you.
My first bite was the first male orgasm and my last.
He fed on me and drained me until the brink the fed me from his own self, becoming my father, my sire…
See this is the secret behind the powers of the master. You are filled with his essence and he drains all…ALL of your majik away and replaces it with his/theirs. This makes us extensions of them and as we feed a little bit feeds them as well. And it feeds worse the essence of the monster. It…what ever started us wasn’t human and after neither are you.

Like I said The Sanguira are masters of essence and blood and those old enough to master those powers can make a body do anything. The shape shifting, and all that other stuff it’s all real.

Michelle killed me and by his power, I rose the next night a real girl.

Becoming a vampire is a lot like what gets described in that movie Interview with a Vampire, not quite but I’ll say this it is different for each of us. And you awaken twice. Once after you rise and then after your first kill.

Today they’d say his powers mutated me and they’d be right. He turned my XY into XX. But then again these are the…sorry we are the creatures that created the AIDS virus.

Why?, there are things we need. Money, shelter, protection from our enemies. If I cure an infected person we control them. The promise of cures or threats of relapse are a great way to control people.

But that’s now not then.

Then I went insane. I was Alecia, the devils daughter and after the life I lived and the things I’d done as Alex or had done to me I had absolutely no use for the human animal. I fed, I gorged on the war, luring men to their fates. Sometimes killing them wholesale.

I was like that for a long time.

***
I was in Little-Forks Michigan having just moved here, just trying to start over again. I had bought a house on the edge of town close to the leyline nexus point and just…hurting, recovering and lonely.

I had gone into DQ to be amongst the young people again. I’m perpetually 15 years old and very pretty as all of us vampires are. It’s a predatory adaptation like a lot of my powers. I ordered a burger very, very rare. Yes we can eat, but we can only metabolize foods with lots of blood. We get nothing really out of it, and we break it down into energy better than humans. A well fed vamp won’t burn off as much essence as a purist will in just doing daily life stuff but you have to soak everything in blood or eat it as rare as possible. You also need blood less often.

But you still need blood. You can live off of animal blood but…we feed off the essence. So you are…what you eat….

I personally feed from blood bags when I can get them now. But it has no essence in it.
So now I feed off the elderly, and the sick…I use my power over their blood to pull on the sicknesses and the cancers they have. I tell them first, I have five donors I’m keeping alive longer, their doctors think they’re in remission….I get violently poisoned by the drugs and stuff sometimes but morally it’s worth it.
I’ve done so much evil for so many years, centuries even. Until I was caught by the Templars…I wanted a clean death, a beheading or a stake to the heart or being burned by the sun. Instead Cedric Tanner a man whose son and young wife and child I killed took me and caught me and locked me away for sixteen months feeding me nothing but doped to the eyeballs addicts and the craziest drunkest homeless people he could find.

Remember, you are what you eat…Addicts and the insane, those of dead and dying spirit.
When fathers men found me I was…
I’m still…
The others think I’m insane.

I left Europe and went into deep northern Russia and the other Slavic lands I eventually settled in Alaska until the wars came there. I’m not getting involved, and I’m tired of being cold.

Still…when that girl came up to me and warned me off in really old Parisian French with and just brimming with more essence than I’ve ever felt on a human…It scared me. More her recognizing me and knowing about Birmingham…

Birmingham had been a massacre…just like New Orleans had been during Katrina…both were feeding frenzies by my kind. I was still young and still hating mankind then…I’ve changed…

But it was vampire strength that broke the levies, it’s our kind that’s why there were so many never found in New Orleans.

I paid for my burger and sit getting lusty looks from the teens there but I try to just ignore those rich scents of powerful young essences and hormones.

I’m so tired of running, I want to just have a chance to live, to find a way to live. I get up and leave heading home but taking to the darker streets. When you cry tears of blood people tend to stare at you.

And the tears do come more than I want them too.

Vampyre 2

Okay…it’s bee the most stressful week that I’ve had in a long time. The TG Witch knew me and she hasn’t really laid off of trying to find me. I think I might have wronged her in a past life or something.

I’m a Vampire, a real unlife blood dependent vampire so yes please trust me reincarnation is possible. Well for most people, I’ve got no idea really of what really happens when I eventually get ashed.

That kind of scares me, It scares me so much I get daymares. The witch isn’t helping with her laying booby traps for me all over the place. The honey and the holywater and the blood is interesting and not really that effective, I’m not sure that she’s doing that right. But it has been attracting things. Faeries like honey and holy water don’t mean a lick to them but the blood that’ll bring the dark fae out, blood and honey are two of their favourite things. I’ve watched from my hiding places a Bogharte and a Shike and a Fetch.
Bogharte’s are mostly thieves and tricksters, they’ll sneak into homes and steal fine metals and stones but they love to steal someone’s things and put them in someone elses belongings. They love it when it gets violent. Like when a druggies or a dealers stash gets stolen. The eat the mana given off the intense emotions and the death.

Him I snatch and stuff him in a goblin bag. That’s a heavy sack filled of rocksalt and bits of iron. Almost all fae are allergic to salt like I am holy water and garlic and iron, not steel shorts out their innate majiks. I grab him while he’s pigging out and stuff him in the goblin bag and beat him against the library steps like I’m doing my wash down by the river a hundred years ago.

This isn’t a big town but it’s big enough that one of them could cause a whole lot of shit. I had visions of not just druggies losing it but gamblers losing money they needed either for their fix or to pay some bookie off. Numerous fights that could break up families on the edge of whatever they’re going through. People are very, very fragile. When I was locked away by the Templars and fed the lunatics, the addicts I saw they’re lives as I killed them…absorbed parts of them. None of them needed much to slip when they did fall. The last thing someone on the edge needs is a push.

If I just help some of them, if just one gets to have a happily ever after…

The Shike I don’t really mess with, he’s not really a threat. He kills and eats peoples pets. Not feral ones but ones left loose. If you have a cage, or a closed fence, or a gated yard they can’t hurt your pets. Also they won’t attack a fully grown or large sized dog. They’re deathly afraid of dogs and geese. They feed off the invested love, that mana that’s part of the pet and that animals love of it’s owners and home.

I know I’m a bitch for not killing it but they keep down strays and they also report to the unfeelie court as scouts. Our two kinds generally will have little to do with each other but there is alliances and I’d rather just stay under the radar. Besides as bad as it sounds, they keep the number of strays down. Lesson here…please, please lock your gates, keep and eye on your furkids.

I have three cats, I take very good care of them and they take very good care of me. It’d hurt if they died like that. I’d probably cry for days… I can never have children…not really…and I’ve regretted every Siring I’ve ever made. I’ve spawned eleven other vampires over the years only three of them still exist. All three of them are psychopaths.

There is nothing romantic about being lonely, and tortured. Being isolated from the world because it isn’t safe…for you or for them. How can you even have a relationship, when all it might take is a paper cut for me to fall off the wagon.

The Fetch I kill outright and by ambush. A shotgun full of the stuff from the goblin bag. You can’t take chances with a fetch. It works as an agent of darkness, it’s the proverbial black cat. You know the stories of those cats that kill kids by stealing their breath. That’s a fetch, they’re also majik trained, or savvy. They’re often used as familiars, they get along well with necromancers and the unliving as well. But they also work for demons.
Yeah they’re dangerous, really dangerous but to me it’s more than that. They kill children in their sleep and in the last century, homeless people too. Sometimes a heart attack or an overdose just isn’t.

So I sat and waited until in was engrossed in licking out that baby food jar and I moved in mana boosted fast and blew the thing away. I saw it’s head whip around to stare at me and it’s eyes go from the cat green and yellow to the mixture of yellow and red with slits that started to glow.

I go to AA sometimes and I think this thing killed her baby…she had her two year chip and had a lovely baby girl and then her baby died. They called it SIDS but her boyfriends parents blamed her for drinking again and had the cops involved. She wasn’t but she is now. Just shoved over that edge.

There are sometimes I can perfectly remember just why I hated humanity so much that I reveled in the way that I used to be.

…..But I got away from what I was talking about there didn’t I? Yeah, the traps, she’s done some kind of spells where I’ll step on some ground and it’s like I stepped on thumbtacks. Then there’s something that had been painted on the handle of the back door for the free clinic. It hurts like a sonofabitch and gave me a bitch of a rash, I’ve got another patch of it on my left leg from the stuff being painted on one of the seats at the movie theatre. Yeah, We like movies, and going to the theatre like in that dumb assed movie Interview with a Vampire.

So lately I’ve been staying home or just keeping to my car if I go anywhere. But lately it’s just been extra shitty. The burns keep me from going to work because until they heal they look too bad for me to go to work. They won’t want me to have that going on in the nursing home. I heal a lot slower now because I don’t feed on people other than the few who I have an agreement with at the home. I do visit. I take a little and pull their illness back which takes a lot of the power I get from feeding. This makes me Jones like a druggie, that cuts into my sleep and brings on the nightmares.

So I tip toe through my house in the daytime keeping clear of the sunshine and drink a lot of orange juice and sit behind my computer.
I might just have to have it out with this Wiccan or whatever and maybe scare her off. I really don’t want to do that I just want to be left alone really. I don’t even know what kind of allies she might or might not have. Covens can be very dangerous, she might even talk to a churchman which very well might lead the Templars here after me.

I’ll take a nice short tan before I let them take me again.

And just thinking about dying sets me off again right now. I’m so unsure about what comes after, is it worse? I have really bad daymares about the whole thing. I can feel the shadow in me. I can feel where that bite was taken out of the place that was the very thing that made me, me. It might have been centuries ago but part of me really grieves to be that messed up little boy who just wanted to be a girl. Oh yes I’m a female now because of what I wished for but the price was too high. Knowing what I know now it was far too high and I still don’t know what’ll happen when I fall.

I get away from my computer after looking up stuff on my kind and reading things from some of the TG websites and stuff that I could have identified with and step again through the patches of sunlight until I get to the basement. No, I don’t sleep down here I’ve got a nice bedroom. No my hands nearly better so I’ll be going to work tomorrow night so I’ve got laundry to do.

It’s funny that you never read about any of these vampires in the stories having to do the really normal things in life. I’m just like a lot of people. I’ve got laundry and a whole bunch of dishes to do and when the sun’s not going to burn me I really should dust then vaccum and scrub the floors. When you get into a depressive funk you or well I just kind of having that whole don’t give a shit and I let things slide.

Normally I’m a bit of a neat freak. I’m feeling better and it’s starting to bug me. That and my cats are giving me dirty looks.

By the time I’m done washing and drying everything and doing the dishes it’s time for me and the cats to eat and I make myself a steak. It’s barely cooked because I need the blood to really digest it but it’s just really good very expensive dry aged beef. I make a blood sauce to go with it, that’s got human blood in it from me taking some vials home from my donors at the nursing home. I beat it into a froth with a raw egg yolk and some melted and browned butter and some fried mushrooms, a human wouldn’t taste it and it’s not really safe considering it is human blood and everything. If I thought about it and felt the blood out I could taste Sadie’s liver cancer but I’m not. I just really need to just chill out and get my feet back under me.

I just sit down and eat my steak while my cats enjoy their canned crab. And I settle down on my couch to watch TV. I watch a lot of TV, most vampires do actually despite the trend for us to appear all gothic and stuff in fiction stories. I’m not a goth, I’ll never be goth and I’ll never get the fascination with it. I watch a lot of the Surgery channel and Discovery channel because I learn things, I sometimes will watch the history channel but sometimes I just get fed up with just how much that they don’t actually know or cover. I occasionally watch House because he actually can be funny. I look like a teenager and so I watch a lot of teenaged drama shows and stuff like the video channels. It helps me pass as fairly normal and passing is important.

I watch the TV for a few hours until after the news is over, I napped a bit on the couch then decide that I should get out. I know I might run into the Witch and it makes me nervous a little but I just need to get out and to clear my head. I don’t have to be at work until tomorrow night so.

I grab my kitbag from my closet and lock up the house and head off to the YWCA.

***
Corde Vista, Ecuador….

It was quiet.

He watched the jungle from the cultured stone patio of the great villa he had built here over two hundred years ago when the humans had found the veins of emeralds and began to come in earnest to try to make a living and much more commonly to make it rich off the bounty of the land.

The wind stirred his hair but also carried to succulent scents of fear and of blood…there was movement his ages honed senses could detect and it told the story of the hunt that was going on in the jungle forest on his property. Soon, soon it’d be time to revel tonight with the blood hot from the chase and the threat of death so high in their systems the thought they’d have of finding sanctuary here at his home would mix the adrenaline and the sudden rush of endorphines together…

Many wouldn’t be able to wait but he was old and he was patient.

Instead he watched and savored the complex smoke of his tightly rolled cigar and sipped his 68 pinot noir just lovely cut with the fresh blood of the seventeen year old virgin that dozed in the death sleep of her translation on his divan behind him.

It wasn’t a long wait. The four red cross volunteers came running from the jungle screaming and beating at the doors to be let in, to be saved to be given one desperate chance to live.

He signaled the slaves to open the doors and they came rushing inside turning to bolt and bar the doors. The slaves moved out of their way and let them do as they pleased. He moved inside and descended the stairs releasing essence through his body, He became magnetic charismatic. He adjusted the preacher cut collar of his jacket and smiled down at them benevolently.

“Bonjour My children, fear not your ordeal is over, it is okay my friends be welcome in my humble home. I am Michel.”

They seen him as a savior and he spun a tale of savages and of drugs and lulled them with his glamour and hot drinks and fine wine and good food. It was far too late by the time they realized that the bevy of finely dressed young men and women from all over the world weren’t students here, that this wasn’t a hostel.

Michel dropped the young lovely doctor into the awaiting arms of three of his children for them to finish. It was a shame, such a shame his Alicia would have loved this game…he missed her, her savage glee at bloodshed she was his finest killer, and the power that was passed to him from her kills was both sweet and plentiful.

It was disturbing, she had been taken by the Templar knights and yet she had not been killed. Then her flow had just stopped…He hadn’t felt her die…He missed his bloody little angel.

He must get in contact with the trackers he had sent. He desired word, he desired her back into his fold.

Vampyre 3

Chapter 3

I’ve got the day off. You work odd shifts while you’re a nurse and even more screwy when you’re on the graveyard shift. I hate that name for it; it’s morbid enough to hit me in my undead EMO buttons.

I got off at five in the morning and drove home with a couple of extra vials of blood in my purse. I’m actually tired out. I sat with Morey Anders tonight, he’s gone terminal with his lung cancer and he didn’t have that much time left. He’s not one of my “regulars” hell he’s not even a “client” no he got referred. I just couldn’t bring myself to say no, his family from out east was coming in and he might not have made it that long. So I fed him three ounces of my blood and built a bloodlink. My undead, mystical blood that’s not really blood winding through his body. I use it to link to his lung cancer, feed only on the cancer in him, there’s too much for me to fight but I can help him. I can buy him some time. I take the life force of the cancer away when I bite him and drink from his wrist; I take the blood from his cancer pulling it like I’m sucking poison from a wound. I pushed it as much as I could. Took as much as I could. I’m a vampire and I self heal, but my seniors looked after me as that whole law you are what you eat has the same amount of cancer erupt in me like wildfire.

The blood magik makes the cancer alive in me for as long as it will live without human blood to feed it and also survive the blighted essence that is my undeath. And while that happens, my lungs are active and living, it really hurts…twenty three minutes of lung agony and not being able to breathe but wanting to breathe, having to breathe because of the magic, then the cancer goes away and I get to relive my last breath all over again.

Yeah it was a long shift.

The thing is I picked, or pick up bits of Morey from that feeding. Not much of anything but tiny snippets of an eighty seven year old Jewish man and how much he missed his wife and this craving for chopped liver on a bagel and cabbage rolls. (Ick to both.)

I got off work and home as quick as I could with the sun coming up right on my heels. Once inside I head upstairs and take a shower and put on some laundry and feed my three cats and play with them a little bit, they’re a big emotional investment for me. I don’t need to do the standard stuff mortals do so I make them their own homemade food. I make my smoothies with the blood, with lots of yogurt and orange juice. I love the taste of blood but at the same time I hate the taste of blood. I think it that I hate how much I love it.

I settle in and watch some TV; I’m a fan of the morning stuff. I like Regis and Kelly, and I watch the local news stuff being informed is a good idea. If you know what’s actually out there you can get a picture of stuff as you read between the lines. It’s about ten in the morning when I finally go upstairs and go to sleep.
I like my bed, its white enameled steel with fancy brass fittings and all of that. I don’t sleep in a coffin. Some do, most don’t. You don’t have to be under the ground, you don’t need it lined with dirt from home. That’s all bullshit.

Well not exactly, there’s vampire majik that makes these things special but they’re not necessary. In fact they serve to strengthen your connection to The Beast. Yeah, that’s the last thing you want.

I slept pretty good actually the life I’ve been leading has been good for my mental health really, it’s like I can feel what’s left of my soul getting stronger. You see you still get to keep part of it, but the more you feed, the more you dive headlong into the abyss.

I get up around six thirty at night and do a couple of blood vials like shooters then quickly munch on some microwaved bacon. I do a bit of housework as the sunlight is waning and once sunset hits I grab my bag with my gym stuff in it and head out to the YWCA.

Yes I go to the Y, the exercise stuff doesn’t really do a thing for me but there’s other stuff there that I’m finding really useful. Like Tae kwon do, and I’m taking Tai Chi too as well as Yoga all of that really helps me find balance inside. I mean it really helps, the awareness of my chi and the chakra development are positive forces in my decidedly negative existence. I like the people too, I just like people.

The one downside is the fact it’s like a buffet for me. All that fast pumping blood from all that exercise and upped heart rates and everything. It’s hard but it’s an exercise in control when I get the bad cravings.

Tonight I have yoga and it was nice, I’m feeling light and tranquil and almost sedate like a bear with a full belly as I leave the Y. I get in my car and head for home, yes its night but I don’t hunt; I don’t revel in the whole undead thing anymore. I’m actually a bit of a homebody. People don’t expect my kind to be like that, which is exactly why I stay home so much.

The drive home was decent too right up until I feel this wave of arcane wash over the area and the power goes out. I can hear this Celtic…no this is Sidhe with infernal speak tossed into a roundelay of some kind. It’s haunting and eerie and it’s trancing out everyone around me.

I see him, this negro colored fae, a larger fae too human sized and looking too, braided hair and a nice suit he’s got a touchstone around his neck and he’s twirling and ornate rowan Shileigh in one hand like a cane.

He’s a Kelpie, a dark fae.

He strides up towards me like he’s king of the county and I embrace the darkness inside. My eyes shift to blood filled and my nails lengthen and turn as hard as steel, my teeth too grow fast and into a mouthful of fangs. I chirr at him in a challenging hiss. “Who are you, and what do you want here?”

“Ah, I be lookin fer you Oi thinks now fer a bit poppet yer wanted ta come home.”

“I don’t know you, and I’ve no business with the fae. You’re breaking the laws doing this Kelpie.”

“Ah poppet the rules ain’t never held no shine fer me dearie. An ye kin call me Shea. You’d be Alecia now wouldn’t ye?”

Shit, shit, shit, shit. He knows my name.

“I’ve gone by that. What’s it to you?”

“Well I’ve been hired to fetch ye back to ye da, The Frenchman wants ye home and he’s payin quite well.”

“I’m not going back to Michel, I’m not his servant anymore.” I start backing up, I don’t like the power that I’m smelling on him.

“It nay matter what you’d be wanting poppet, I’ve been paid my coin I haves and I’ve a binding ta bring ye to him.”

“How’d you find me?”

“Ye nary thet hard t’find yer a we bit strange y’know. There’s a bit of talk about ye and wot them choirboys did te ye. Bragging it up they wuz, it be amazing the stuff ye kin find on thet Internet thingy. Oi found some of them and they right did a wee bunch of talking they did. Once I found out what ye bin doing with folks since ye escaped ye were right easy ta find.”

“You used fae magic on mortals like you’re doing now The Ash or The Morrigan won’t like you breaking the rules like this.”

“Oh Oi did worse den this ta those laddies, an I’s not too worried about them lot not wit what’s a comin.”

I back up to the trunk of my car and get a bit more distance. I rip the trunk lid off than rather try to fight with the key and stuff. I pull the double barrel I used on the Dark fae here in two and gave him both barrels of rock salt. It staggered him and his flesh smoked like he was burning. Cold iron, and rock salt or silver could hurt most fae of any kind.

He steps up to me a blur of mystical speed and hits me like seven or eight times with his Shileigh before he uppercutted me with it and send me flying backwards through the air. The power of that strike was unreal, it hit me with the power of a charging lancer and I flew backwards…way backwards and crashed down on the hood of a still running car.

The hood didn’t give.

Ouch….I taste blood.

Then Shea’s there, I can’t tell what he said because my bell is still ringing. Both the driver and the car aren’t effected by Shea’s magics, in fact the driver throws the car in reverse. Squealing the tires and the girl has a hold of me by my arm. As the boy tries to turn Shea kicks the passenger side front fender making the car skid into the other cars.

“Alecia!, What the fuck is going on! Why do you got Shea after you!” I still don’t know how this witchling knows me. But I’m a little busy feeding Shea a crescent kick. He blocks it with his Shileigh. He grabs me by the ankle and throws me thirty feet away from the two kids. I spin my body weight like my sensei has taught me to do up the mats when thrown. Preternatural reflexes and strengths kick in and I land on my feet and in a crouch.

Shea looks at me and smiles then stalks towards me. “Now Pet, play nice and I’ll be a good lad and not be too rough on ye.”

“Go shit a gold brick Kelpie, I’m done with them and no half fae is going to bring me in on some bounty.”

“Half-fae? I’m no a half breed leech, But yer gonna find that out soon enough ye will.”

“Oh, didn’t anyone tell you, A Kelpie’s what you get when you let the goblins in around the horses.”

That pissed him off, his eyes glowed green.

And then it was on.

The first few minutes of the fight look like a strange dance Shea fights with a style that’s called Savate, which is like a very elegant form of kickboxing with flourishes almost like capoerira and uses a cane sometimes as it’s weapon katas but for Shea it’s his Shileigh. Then there’s me with vampire strength and speed fighting back with my green belt Tae Know Do. My advantage if my natural fighting instincts and my speed. Shea has experience and he’s a brawler too not great for me. But he’s strong too. A good rule of thumb for vampires is we’re three times as strong as a human of the same size, that actually goes up in power again adding another hundred percentage of strength over human for every fifty years. I’m just over a hundred and fifty odd years old so normally I’d be six times as strong as a human of my size, but I’m not a feeder so halve that.

Shea on the other hand is a Kelpie, and the horse crack is real. They can turn into large black quarter horses at will and even in human form they’ve got the strength of a horse of that size but like my vampire strength it’s tripled. That’s so not good for me. I’m hitting him but honestly it’s like I’m trying to beat the heck out of a horse, out of a horse that likes, no loves to fight.

I get punched into a mini-van hard enough to bust the sliding door. I pull it off and beat him with it.

The witch girl starts hitting him with balls of light, ow great they explode in flashes that hurt my night eyes. I stagger back hearing the swish of the Shileigh pass my face. It’s blinding him too. That’s good I guess.

Shea turns on them. “Oy thet’d be enough of thet.” and he pointed his Shileigh at the girl and a burst of force hits her squarely in the chest sending her crashing into the car and dropping her to her hands and knees.

The boy yells out. “Raine!” and kneels beside her, he looks up and his eyes are literally sparking with lightning bursts. He touches his car and the engine rev’s up and he throws a hand up and a bolt of lightning jumps from his hand and slams Shea into a half ton truck. The car rev’s up again and he hit’s Shea again and again. Then there’s a pop that leaves smoke coming from the hood of his car.

I follow up throwing the van door at Shea’s head and tap the darkness a bit deeper, healing, and boosting my strength and speed as much as I can. I run in and slip under his swing to knock the door away from hitting his head. I hit him with a duo-fist blow to his guts trying to knock the wind out of him. He bends enough for an uppercut and he goes flying or he would if I hadn’t grabbed his ankle. I swing him like a bat bashing him into vehicles, over and over using defensive throw techniques and my strength to do that as many times as I can to him. I think I got him seven times before I caught a force blast to the face.

I’m on the ground stunned right up to the point of where his Shileigh comes down on my knee cap. My right knees crushes into shards, I scream in pain.

There’s suddenly headlights coming through the dimmed vehicles and a police bronco comes right at us. I manage to roll away before it hit’s Shea hard with the ram bars. He goes flying into another car crashing through the rear window of someone’s mini-van.

There’s a woman who get’s out and runs over to Raine and get’s her up and over to the truck. The boy who she calls Shaun grabs her stun gun and tells her to grab me. I’m loaded into the back with Raine who’s not breathing right…she sounds like her ribs are broken.

“Ye bleeding fookin mortal whoors!!, I’ll flay the skin off the lot of ye!” Shea’s enraged now and literally tears his way out of the mini-van. I hear the deputy breathe out scared. “What the hell is going on….?”

The kid called Shaun he makes the truck rev and points the stun gun at Shea as he’s crawling free of the rubble. The darts make contact and several lightning bolts instead of tasing shots burst out from the weapon and dropped Shea hard. Smoke is rolling off of the Kelpie’s skin and Shaun sags from all the power he’s been channeling.

He bites down hard on the fatigue and gets into the front passenger side. Shea’s getting up and he yells at the deputy. “Donna!, get into the truck now!” She’s emptying the clip of her pistol. It’s not really doing anything to Shea and she’s, well she’s mortal and having her first encounter with the paranormal, she’s freezing up in shock and that’ll get her killed.

Raine gasps and coughs and sit’s forward and points at him with both hands and her eyes go solid white and glow like moonlight beneath them. I heard the charmed air currents before they hit as a wave of twisted together winds like a small but effective sideways twister. So the girl’s an elemental, it still doesn’t explain how she knows me. He, she god it’s impossible to tell. She’s turning pale even getting a blue tinge to her skin. She whine’s out “Mom?”

The deputy turns and that get’s her to jump into the truck and peel out and away from Shea in a backwards squeal of tires. Then she whips the truck around and peels out quickly.

Raine’s eyes are rolled back in her head and she’s blathering in German?, Swede, no it sounds like Norwegian. She exhaling frosty breath too, she looks hypothermic. I’m at a loss, I don’t know what’s going on with her.

Then I hear the horse scream, a sound straight from hell as Shea shifts to his true form and this literal nightmare horse bursts out from where he was standing and starts to chase us.

“Deputy! We’ve got to get this thing moving, he’s gaining on us.” I tell her.

“Is Raine alright? What’s happening to my little girl?”

“I’ve got no idea Ma’am, she’s going through something I’ve never seen before.”

Shaun turns around in the front to look at me. “Why’s the thing after you?”

“My sire wants me back, I’ve…I’ve left the ways of the Sanguira.”

The deputy yells. “The what!?”

Shaun says. “She’s a vampire.”

“A what?”

“She’s a vampire Donna.”

She turns her head to stare at me. I’m still charged up so there’s no hiding the eyes or the fangs. Shaun grabs the wheel. We almost clip a telephone pole. “Fuck!, watch where you’re driving!” She turns back and stomps on the gas. “Is she going to hurt Raine?”

We both say. “No.”

Shea’s getting closer as we get out of the area where the power had been spelled to shut down and we hit the streets where there’s more people, more traffic. It’s going to piss off the Fae courts something awful. And that doesn’t make any sense. The laws of the fae are strict. No one really flaunts them, the wider world shouldn’t know about us or them. But Shea’s running full out and he’s shouldering cares out of the way with that impossible strength. If he’s working for Michel and he doesn’t care if he’s causing a scene then it’s not good, it’s really, really not good.

Shaun takes the riot gun from the dash holster and his eyes spark again, He powers out the window and he shoots Shea as we race through the streets. It’s not silver or iron so it’s not doing much but he’s sticking a charge of power to the brass pellets and the energy is slowing him down. But only a little.

It’s not enough, he runs up along side of us and crashes his flank into us. The force is like getting side swiped by a car. We veer and the deputy swerves the car into him back and he horse lunges at her missing by inches. He slams us again. She rams him again. He slams us again and we go through a guard rail and then we’re rolling down the embankment over and over and over until we come crashing to a stop down by the railway tracks.

Shaun got tossed out the trucks open window. I don’t see him. There’s blood pouring out of the deputy…It’s driving my hunger to really high levels. Raine’s crawling out of the wreckage. She looks better not like she’s freezing to death but she does look like she’s been through hell and she’s all cut up. I hear her calling. “Mom?…Shaun…?”

I kick my door off the hinges and drag her mom clear of the truck and It’s a huge, huge fight for me not to feed. Even as I’m trying to staunch the bleeding, trying to use my nursing knowledge to save her….but…

It hurt’s so badly…I need to, I need to, The Beast is screaming at me…Inside of me.

~Do it!~

~No!~

~Yes!, Yes you can…the blood.~

~I can’t…I won’t.~

~The Blood, the life, the taste, you need it!~

~No I don’t, I don’t need you…I’ve…I’ve changed.~

~You are mine! A willing monster, you are Vampire.~

~No!, No I’m not, not anymore!~

~Yessss, FEED!~

~No!~

The pain get to be unbearable, it’s like a thousand tiny gaff hooks ripping away inside of me. Raine whispers something to me looking at me as she stands under the nearest lamp post. Her hair is moving stirred by an unknown breeze. She’s looking right at me, me not the vampire.

Me…

She say’s “Ask.”

There’s fingers through my hair? There’s this woman, this spirit, my mother? All the women I’ve murdered, some of those I’ve saved. I feel something there….She’s something else, she something beyond the else… I look at her my eyes streaming tears of blood… “Please, please help me?” My body is screaming as my soul is being mauled by The Beast, It’s enraged beyond anything I’ve ever felt. But it’s not hurting me anymore…You, you out there that know abuse, when you hit that point where it’s still going on but time seems to slow down. Sound seems to mute all around you and something gets you through it, that island of peace, safety, the eye in the storm. This woman’s touch is doing that for me.

SHE offers me HER wrist.

It’s like there’s light filling me, touching me and it goes deeper and deeper into me. There’s a battle going on inside of me as I feed from HER.

Everyone, I’ve ever harmed, hurt, tortured, maimed and murdered are with her fighting it.

Fighting The Beast.

Fighting for me…

There is so much light.

I hear her singing, singing for me…

“These wounds won’t seem to heal.”
“This pain is just too real.”
“There’s just too much that time cannot erase.”
……

“When you cried, I’d wipe away all your tears.”
“When you’d scream, I’d fight away all your fears.”
“And I’ve held your hand for all these years.”
“But you still have…all of me…”

I feel it, let me go. I feel something new enter me and fill me up and I’m crying, crying real tears. I stop feeding and let go of that wrist… All those spirits, everyone that my evil had damned swirling around me and in pillar of light they’re finally released and go, streaming away into the light going home to where they’ve always belonged.

Donna, the deputy starts to convulse going into shock. “Oh no you don’t, I’m not letting you die.”

I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth forging the bloodlink between us. I pull on the magic in me, I pull on The Goddess and I take her wounds and give her my vampire healing gift.

It goes black as I feel the convulsions of shock stop in her and start in me as my skin tears open matching her wounds as it begins. There’s a smile on my face even as I fall.

***
Shaun:

The creature this dark fae thing that called itself Shea just wouldn’t go down. I tried every trick I could do and still the thing just kept coming.

Then Raine did something that commanded the wind to attack him and knocked him down long enough to get away.

Well we thought we were getting away.

The Vamp has a lot, a lot of explaining to do.

I watched Raine go into some kind of fit, talking in tongues and getting so cold her breath steamed and she was turning blue.

Her mom had come to our rescue and the poor woman was beyond freaked out. There’s going to be a major shitstorm out of this.

Shea turned into some kind of big bejeususly nasty hell horse and chased us through the traffic as we tried to get away.

It got bad, then he ran us off the road and it got worse.

I got thrown from the bronco and I hit my head on something, I felt my arm go snap in a couple of places and the truck rolled over my legs. I can move them but everything hurts, I want to puke….OK, I do puke.

Then he’s there. The damned hell horse…the bank’s too steep so he shifts into that Irish black guy form with the braids. I push myself up to my feet, get in front of him but he just laughs and uses his fucking stick to blow me off the side of the hill. The thirty foot fall doesn’t do me one bit of good.

Things break inside, Blood and vomit burst out of my lips.

I see the Vampire trying to take care of Donna, but she starts to really vamp out. Then she’s shaking, arguing, screaming and talking to herself then I see Raine, getting up and walking over to stand between the Vamp and her Mom and Shea. There’s light that’s more than the streetlight pouring down on her. It’s all really Roma Downey-Touched by and angel like.

I see this blurry ghost like image of all these shifting women with the vampire.

Things go dim as I see Raine give Shea this come get some hand gesture before thing’s blur into darkness…

***
Raine:

We were right in the middle of the battle against Shea and losing when my mom got involved. I’m not sure why she showed. I’m thinking that it might have been the blackout he caused.

Kara came to me then, rushed me was more like it.

A witch, a woman of power amongst her own people. Vikings, she could speak to the elements. Call them to aid her people in raiding. She was killed not for that, not for anything she’d done in the long life she had lived. No, she died because she dared love a roman woman, a warrioress from the enemy, her beloved Amazon.

She lived with her until the armies of men, of men and demons descended on our valley home because we were women with power, we were women with freedom who despite the world we lived in…we wanted to change the world for the better.

Then the Roman army under the guise of this new one god came and killed us. That was Kara’s chance of a second life, peace, freedom, love. It was gone and now I’m, we, she became a Valkryie spirit.

Now I am her and she is me and It all came through to me in seventeen minutes in battle.

Then came the crash.

Then SHE came to me.

That’s when I saw Alecia fighting what that thing had made her with everything she had, everything…and I got it. I got Why SHE couldn’t help me go after her. I can see them, feel all those trapped souls bound to her killing them.

I seen Shaun try to defend us and watch him fall because of this. There’s a strange peace to this now. I look at HER. “Go…Go to her, that’s your fight…I’ve got this.” I look at Alecia and pull her focus to me catching her attention. “Ask.”

I turn from them towards Shea. I’m feeling it, me, all of me drawing together. He’s hurt my lover, my mother and there’s souls now in the balance for Alecia’s soul now at risk. I’m feeling it. I’m feeling this…I’m feeling what they meant when they created The Evanescence…

I reach out with my feelings, I reach into the sisterhood and motherhood bonds between all of us.

I hear her playing along with one of my favorite bands.

“Raven hair and ruby lips.”
“Sparks fly from her fingertips.”
“Echoed voices in the night.”
“She’s a restless spirit on an endless flight.”

I start to sing along as I gesture to Shea come get some.

“Wooo hooo, Witchey Woman….see how high she flies…”
“Wooo hooo, Witchey Woman….she’s got the moon in her eye.”

I can sort of see her in this trailer someplace rocking out to this song with her guitar. Glasses, long soft brown hair and chocolate meets coffee silky eyes. There’s a huge stereo in behind her and it’s all hooked to her equalizers and her amps and stuff. There’s arcane tomes and stuff on another wall and art supplies and sketch pads on the coffee table.

She’s in faded black jeans that are slipping off her hips a little and she’s got this old faded men’s sized Led Zeppelin Houses of the holy tee shirt on under a Cleveland Brown’s hoody, she’s bare foot. I can’t help but to smile as she plays. She hears me singing though…and stops playing. I recognize her, she’s the witch that got shot when we faced the demon.

~Jonelle?~

~Yes?, Goddess?~

~No, not quite. We met sort of in Fort Lauderdale.~

~Oh…How can I help, this can’t be a social call?~

I flash her the entire event up to right now with Shea stalking towards me. Jonelle smiles and flashes me the plan. I smile too right at Shea.

I snap out of it to lean away from the first swing of his Shileigh. I counter with my merged reflexes and speed and strength of all of me, myselves. I’m reasonably good at self defense stuff but Kara takes the lead on this with us. Norse wrestling along with Pankration styled fighting and forty some years of actual experience too. Block a few blows, push them away, use his strength against him, hit back, roman like boxing blows laced with Essence not mana. There’s five others here melded with me, I’m on par with him in and unexpected way. I use a bit of the little martial things that Ko can do, Antonia dances out of the way of his blows and Heaven…I…she was a hooker and she knows how to fight dirty.

Shea’s still winning, I’m still not able to take the punishment that the blows that do hit inflict on me. He hit’s me with a sudden jumping round house that knocks me back. I roll with it despite how much it hurts and come up on my knees. I do magic, I work light.

Actually I take light away from the street lamp. What’s left behind shining down on him is a binding circle.

That pisses him off. I think it hurts because it’s shining down on him. It’s like a cone of force and he’s screaming as he’s hammering at the containment.

“Oh ho, ho, ho, ye fooking whoor, ye think ye’s all clever thet you can do a wee bit of light magic.”

“Oim, gonna break yer neck!”

“Rip yer titties off!”

“I’m gonna stomp the life outta ye and ye wee boy toy there and the copper there.”

Then he grabs that stone around his neck and it glows, his eyes match it in this deep green glow. He points his Shileigh at the lamp post and blows it to hell and he laughs out loud crowing almost. “Oy you ain’t laughing now are ye bitch?” He stalks closer, to me and I stay still, not moving just working power.

Shea gets close and points his Shileigh at me and the waves of force can be seen at the end of it like a heat shimmer. “Any last words there Poppet?”

I look at him. “Yeah, I do.”

“Wotts thet now darlin?”

“You’re going to make a really nice statue.”

“Wott?!”

I do the same thing as I do to weave the cloth from air only it’s the rail yard, and there’s tones of rust everywhere. Where there’s rust, there’s iron. I had been spreading my mana out through it as he was yammering on. Every time the train rolled over these rails it was grinding away at the rails, the rails away at the wheels and everything else.

Now I use Essence instead of just mana, the life force power is like NOS for magic and the mass of iron particles are mine now. It rises behind me a massive black tidal wave and comes crashing down past me without touching me. He screams, animal, human , both, neither and shifts to his true form, I send hardening tendrils at him. I take away his stick, I take away his fancy necklace. He bolts but magic is faster than his hooves and I surround him, then enfold him in the cloud.

He bucks and screams and rears and then it’s over. Another burst of Essence and I petrify him in cold iron. Like I said; He makes a nice statue. It almost hurts as I let go of the power and get weakly to my feet grabbing both his Shileigh and the amulet…that bites me and I take off my jacket and wrap it in that.

~Jonelle?~

~Yeah, Raine?~

~It worked, thanks I owe you one.~

~Hey…Raine…Friends don’t owe each other.~

~Thanks, Jo.~

~Go, Take care of yours. We’ll talk later.~

~Thanks.~

I limp over towards Shaun and sit beside him. Bright Blessings he’s still breathing. I close my eyes for a minute and then look over to where Mom’s sitting up and so is Alecia.

“Hey Alecia, you think we can get a little help here?”

The look she gives me is priceless because I think she just figured out who and what I am.

***
Michel:

He screamed, he screamed and screamed and screamed as power was ripped from him. As she was ripped from her and all the essence that he had tasted through her ripped away, torn asunder even further up the food chain…Tears of blood flowed from him as he picked himself off the floor.

The servant’s and even his children were huddled in fear. He could feel The Anger of his own sire, and the rage of The Beast. They were going to take this out on him if they could. He chose her, He bent laws to create her from what she was. They’d blame him and he’d die with her.

He gripped the large emerald on the chain around his neck…There was another feeling Shea had failed him, SHE had somehow been there, something defeated Shea, something unexpected.

Asmodeus would not like losing Shea.

He left the main hall to pray and beg the protection of his new master from his sire.

And to plot revenge, he’d find out who took his darling from him and there would be much suffering.

Vampyre 4.

*A quick note to my readers. In order to get more character time in the Evanescence plot I'm switching Alecia back to having her own storyline. I might end up doing the same for Jill as well. Let me know.

Chapter 4

Evening came way too fast for me, and I could feel it too. It was this thing, like when you feel a chill.

This deep chill settling into me and it was like the setting sun had changed and I could feel the light, the warm seeping out of me…

I…

I was one the couch with Donna and we’d just had this good day, we did nothing just sort of snuggled…made soup…ate soup…watched some TV kissed, turned off the TV made love.

~A..leash..ahhhh……~

That voice hit me inside like a sledge hammer, and I sat up and felt my eyes change to red…my vision filled with red and… and…the moment the sun went down over the horizon…

My heart stopped again.

“Alecia….” Donna calls out sleepily.

“Donna…get out of here…I’m not sure that I can hold it…”

“Alecia?”

“DONNA LEAVE!”

~Alecia…~

I can feel it reaching for me, seeping in wanting me back…Dammit Donna’s not moving, please, please baby Run…

She’s reaching for me and under her soft sweet smelling skin I can smell her blood boiling there right under the surface.

I do the only thing I can do I run, I leave and I jump through the window.

It ripples instead of shatters and I land out on the pavement turning to stare but only for a second….it want’s me too much.

~Alecia…there’s no use…I’m older than she is…she…is still so young…your soul…it’s miiiiiine….~

~No!, I’m free!, I’m free she saved me!~

~Then where is she little one, where is she?~

“Goddess!?”

“Goddess…help me…?”

“Please…”

~She’s not here…I forbid it, you are MINE!~

I run, I have no idea where I’m running to at this point but I’m running and running and getting faster and faster as I feel the changes taking hold in me.

The entire time it’s laughing in my head, getting louder and drowning out my thoughts and I can feel her inside of me…this broken discarded wounded thing that the Templars had broken and I though that I had long buried deep inside.

Alecia…. My black, black side of my soul was drinking in it’s power and waking up…like the ancient masters and the oldest of fangs returning to life if bathed in fresh dripping blood.

I keep running into places where there’s people around, innocents and it’s getting harder to turn away from them.

Red eyes, red sight…bloodsight’s kicking in…

There’s a group of teens and they…I can seen the faint shimmer of the essence rich blood flowing through them and I can see their pumping heart through their bodies shiny like dull heat…red coals…heat…power…my blood is so cold…

I’m so cold…

~Alecia…~

It bursts out stopping me in front of the town cemetery…staggering me as there’s this high and heroin junkie going through the shakes and…she giggles.

The sound’s like a razorblade to my soul.

~Alecia…~

Part of me wants to answer, needs it, wants it.

I WANT TO KILL SO FUCKING MUCH!

I see someone there.

Following me.

No heat, no life, no blood.

Black leather jacket, black hoody, hood up only darkness inside.

I run.

The Graveyard, I he takes me there I might be able to fight off the killing surge, the insane need to paint the town red and …

~Alecia…it’s too late, I can feel you want it, you want this…no more pain, no more guilt, and the power…you remember the power don’t you…?~

“Yes…I remember…”

It hurts so bad inside it feels like the cells in my body are ripping each other apart, that I’m feeding on myself. But there’s no majik, no vampire blood majik dulling the pain or doing something else to it.

~I can even make amends…Michel…I can give you Michel…revenge…after all these years…revenge…~

Images, memories being locked up, tortured, starved, made to eat the worst ruined dregs of humanity until I was driven insane.

“No.”

~No? there is only the inevitable there isn’t any No.~

“No…fuck you…I…I can make it so sunrise.”

~No…,No you won’t…~

There’s movement on the edge of my senses, then the smell of earth and dirt and I move around looking in a circle and bump into the man in the leather jacket and the hoody.

There’s more movement, and the red predatory eyes of my kind out there around me in the dark.

I look at the man beside me.

I look into the hoody and see nothing…no not true.

I see the absoluteness of nothing, I see Death itself…HIMSELF.

HE stares into me and that other me, bloody little Alecia.

She’s freaking the fuck out.

Immortal things are afraid to die.

I’m not.

“Do it, do it end me…”

“No.” HE’S got a surprisingly normal voice….and time stops…or slows the other vampires already moving at freshly fed speeds are blurs.

“Please…? I don’t want to go back to that…this…”

“No…Alecia, I need you.”

HE needs ME?

“I…I’m seeing someone…”

HE smiled; I couldn’t see it but somehow I know that he smiled at me.

“The Beast and its kind have long upset the balance of things, I cannot return you to true life, what is done is done but I can give you a new death.”

“W..What?”

“SHE could not hold you truly as hers as you are but the bonds have been broken. It would reclaim you if they could make you feed once more.”

“So I’m doomed?” I feel the bloody tears running down my face.

“No, knowing she could not keep your soul and she passed the keeping of your soul to my keeping. But you are the undead now and even I cannot keep you to me against your will.”

“I have to join to you as your?”

“As My Vampyre. Yes my soldier, my enforcer against that we both hate.”

“I won’t be one of them?”

“No, you will be you as long as you can hold out?”

“Hold out?”

“Yes against The Thirst…I can once bonded sever you from The Beast and he cannot influence you. But you will still be a changed creature. Every sunset you will die, you will die and become my Vampyre and in that nature of what you were made into you will have to fight The Thirst, this cannot change, this will always be your curse. If you fall and take the blood and life of an innocent my bond with you will be broken and IT will try to reclaim you.”

“But the sunlight…today…and…”

“In the daylight hours you will have your life given to you once more as a means to live and to keep hope and to feed from your normal life.”

“You won’t send me after my friends?”

“Only if they break the laws of life and death.”

“What do I do?”

“Be Still.”

HE looms over me then and I feel small as I really am I guess and the hood is blotting everything else out right now. “Do you agree to be mine?”

“Yes…”

“SO MOTE IT BE.”

Then…HE kisses me.

DEATH French’s me.

Bloody little Alecia screams and I feel HE shoved her out of my heart out and locked her behind something with IT too.

IT’s gone…I’m me…again, and HE’s gone too.

HE squeezed my butt too.

Then everything snaps back into real time and the vamps are on me. There’s a difference between me and them. They might have fed really recently but these are younglings, freshly made and they are nowhere near as old as me.

And I can sort of feel it too. Vampires feed on the essence, on the majik in the life in the blood. I died at sunset but I was alive, my blood then was still blood…so I’m freshly fed too.

My girlfriend made me soup.

I’m just as fresh as them.

They’re bigger, there’s more of them but me…this…IT trying to take me back and ruin everything!

I might be a small fry fangy little girl but I’m a very pissed off small fry fangy little girl.

The fight goes on for awhile, strength and claws and foreign objects… the thing with supernatural strength is nothing is really that nailed down and it’s easy to grab a bench and bash someone a couple of dozen feet with it.

I’ve had a lot of years to know exactly how to use my essence for my strength and my speed and then there’s training.

Yeah, this is the real world, not Buffy. A newly made vampire doesn’t learn how to do martial arts. They have majik of the blood boosted strength and speed and there’s claws and stuff and it looks great. Looks like they know how to fight and there is a certain boost from becoming a predatory creature but...

In a fight against a real opponent. You really should know what you’re doing. In my glory days it wasn’t a big thing until I ran into Slayers people with training and weapons that can kill us. That changed the rules. So back then it was me learning some sword play and knives then taking a lover in Beijing.

Vampires are famous for their bite but it’s a cliché, yes we will use it to kill like a final blow sometimes but we are all about the claws. So once I was on my own from Michel I ended in China hunting in the streets of Beijing and finally took to my bed a nasty violent psychopath by the name of Feng-Li. I was his little pet vampire right up until he had showed me not only where he had stashed away his fortune from his years in the Tong but a very good deal of Tiger Style Kung fu.

And like I said it’s a different fight when you know what you’re doing and how to use your powers.

I drop the last of them and I’m panting and hurting as my body is regenerating from the slashes and wounds on me and I don’t see the headstone that is thrown at me. My back does a nasty crunch when it hits me though.

“Hello….Alecia it’s been a long time hasn’t it?”

I manage to roll over coughing well vomiting up blood to see Isadora. She’s is one of my older siblings of Michel’s making. Oh and she’s Italian not the old kind of ethnic kind…think euro-trash about three hundred years old but still very euro-trashy.

“Not long enough, where’s Raphael?” That’s her twin brother.

“Oh he’s off having a snack, he’s missed America so…these people all they eat is garbage…I think he’s having a KFC employee or some other trash.”

“You always were a snobby cunt.”

“Oh, yes this coming from the little whore who was too good for our court.” We don’t call them nests, that’s a human term.

She calmly walks over to me and kicks me through a crypt/coffin box. It still hurt.

“Little fucking Alecia, Blood and Honeysuckle herself always better than everyone else and for what, all you are is just cheap plantation trash, and a little Poof that loved to be buggered enough Michel turned you into one of his playtoys.”

She straddles me and punches me. Get’s into this rhythm of left and right and left and right going on and on about how I was so stuck up back in the day.

Truth to be told I was. I loved killing and blood and more than that I wanted power. I wanted to take control of the court and remove Michel as Sire.

Knowing what I know now, what I’ve seen. Asmodeus…I think he was scared enough of me that he was the one who let the Templars ambush me.

Now I should right about now be getting this great big surge if this was a TV show and beat her off of me but it’s not like that. I used power on her newborns, and she’s older than me and she’s nice and freshly fed too.

That’d be like a seven year old getting a full grown man off of him. The pain gets fuzzy right up until I see the flashing lights of Donna’s truck.

Shit, shit, shit…

Isadora looks up and smiles…Donna’s pulling up she got out took one look at us and got back in and pulled away?

Good?

Good girl…

“Well that human must have a clue about us; I’m going to have to make sure the word doesn’t get tossed about that we’re real of course.”

She hits me again.

“But Love I’ll have time for that later, I’m going to enjoy beating you to a bloody pulp until dear sweet Raphael arrives.”

Yeah, not a lot of vampire morality, I’ve been pretty sure they share the same coffin if you catch my meaning.

A few more hits and everything is blurry, there’s skull fractures to be sure. Vamps regen fast but this really hurts think like getting multiple repeated concussions you keep healing from but the pain and the headache is so thick and continuous that if she keeps this up I’ll be as concussed as Eric Lindros.

I hear Donna’s truck.

Oh baby you should’ve stayed gone.

Did she bring help? No she wasn’t gone long enough...ten...twenty minutes it’s hard to tell with the repeated blows to the head.

“Oh look she’s found her courage, or she convinced herself that it wasn’t what she saw…This should be interesting…I’m sure you could use a break (She breaks my right arm)…and I could use a snack…what…?”

Donna’s not stopping, not parking…the truck bashes right through one of those tall skinny grave markers…oh she has it floored…and there’s all these things stuck to the front of the truck with duct tape? Grill, metal, hood, bumper….

My girlfriend runs me over.

Ow.

I hate being run over, I really do.

Isadora screams though and there’s an almost mini explosion of burnt vampire and paper?

The Skitch is on fire as she’s knocked through a tombstone and she still springs to her feet and Donna’s right there and jumped over some debris and punches Isadora in the face and makes her howl some more.

“You dare! You little mortal whore!”

“Yeah I dare, I guess it runs in my family.”

“You meddle in affairs that’ll be your doom”

“You started it messing with my girlfriend.”

“Ha,ha,ha,ha! Oh I’m going to enjoy eviscerating you in from of her then.”

They’re fighting as they’re talking and of course Isadora wouldn’t be so gauche as to learn how to fight while Donna’s a sworn in member of the Sherriff’s department and has had some training and she’s got what looks to be her night stick in one hand and her cross from around her neck wound around the other.

I’m really weak from all the juice that this healing’s taking and I look at the tatters of paper on the ground as my sight’s clearing…these are pages from The Bible?

Oh…ow.

Ow! The thing burned my hand. I drop it. Okay…good thing I was flat on my back when she hit her.

I feel ribs unpopping from my lungs, not a good sound either.

Isadora rips the night stick from Donna’s grip and smashes her fist with the cross wound around it. She punches Donna hard four or five boosted speed hits and Donna screams sort of as a fist hits her diaphragm and she can’t breathe.

Isadora laughs and grabs Donna by the hair and pulls her up baring her neck.

The thing is when a Vampire is biting for the kill they get mono-focused, vulnerable…I use what essence I can muster and I’m suddenly behind her. My hands on her shoulder, another on her arm and before she can bite Donna.

I sink my own fangs into her throat.

My existence so clear, so different that hers, than what I used to be. I don’t drink from her.

I can’t, I’m a Vampyre…not a Vampire.

What’s the difference?

Me, Death, Fire…

It’s that Pyre in Vampyre.

I inject her instead of drain her, some of my blood laced with all the daylight that I absorbed today while I was alive…

I pull her away from Donna and wipe off my mouth and spit. It’s still Isadora and I don’t want anymore of her skanky blood on my taste buds that I can help.

She’s screaming her eye’s going wide and redder and redder until that red is fire and she’s burning from inside out…it just takes seconds and she’s dust…a sunlight death before sunrise.

Then it’s quiet.

Donna’s looking at me and I’m looking at her.

We do that for awhile.

“Are you still dangerous?”

“I’ll always be dangerous Donna.”

“Are you in control?”

“Yes…” I weave on my feet, suddenly weak. She comes closer… “Don’t, I’m regening…I’m not safe while I’m this hungry…”

Another wave of weakness drops me and I’m hot, I’m boiling alive as I can feel the first rays of the sun coming up and filtering through the trees.

That fire in it that burns them reigniting the life through my body and it hurts…and Donna holds me through it as I scream in pain…my heart re-starting had to be the worst.

I pass out and wake up a few moments more in her arms and the morning sun’s washing over us and the cemetery battleground. She’s so beautiful like this…real wet salty tears are running from my eyes as I look up at her…I can see and feel beauty like this…I close my eyes and listen to life, the sound of the birds and even the people driving by in their cars on their way to whatever and I can’t help but smile.

Then she kisses me.

I was hoping she would.

“So…are you still hungry from recovering?”

“Starved.”

“IHOP?”

“I’d Love that, I’ve never been to one.”

“Good, then you can tell me what happened tonight while we have our…first date.”

Vampyre 5.

Chapter 5

Donna and I get some pretty strange looks as we walk into the IHOP together we’re both pretty filthy, there’s dried blood and dirt from the fight and the ashes and torn clothes and if that wasn’t enough Donna’s holding my hand.

The few rednecks without the brain power to just let people be people are sort of choking on their remarks because yeah…go ahead be a redneck homophobe to an officer of the law.

Actually it makes me smile because Donna’s normal…I can tell she might be Raine’s mom but the power wasn’t part of her…she’s just Donna and that’s enough really.

I mean a divorced late thirties woman faced off against a three hundred year old vampire.

She’d eat these idiots for breakfast and you know just thinking about how brave she is…was tonight just how smart and kick ass makes me smile.

That she came back for me and she fought for me…

I became a realist a long time ago, the smart thing would have been to run but that little part of me that’s the boy from the plantation that hid in the attic and played dress up had those little girl dreams of a hero.

Now so long after…I’ve a heroine that came to my rescue.

It goes against my hide and keep your head down instincts but I don’t know if it’s my newly beating heart but suddenly I’m flooded with good, clean happy emotions that are all my own and I turn to face her as we get to a booth and I stand on my tip toes and wrap my arms around her and I kiss my girlfriend.

It hasn’t even been the case of being a long time since I’ve felt like this it’s the first time. The first time that my heart and my soul are mine.

More looks but I don’t care and we slide into our booth and the waitress comes over. She’s smiling at us and her being a young twenty something I’m guessing she doesn’t have a problem with us.

We order and I order a big order.

Donna looks at me. He r eyebrow slightly up on the left and she tucks some hair back behind her ear and she does look like her daughter then or rather I can see Raine sort of looking like her.

“You are hungry.”

“Starving but also there’s not a lot of variety in a sanguine diet. Rare and bloody, stuff once touched by a living essence…pour blood on the rest.”

“Yay….” She makes a face like it was eeew.

“Uh-huh and now I’m going to at least try and eat the things that I haven’t been able to in like forever and all the stuff I wanted to try but never got to yet.”

“Haven’t tried you’re over two hundred years old?”

“Yes and most of that I was well and fully addicted and soul enslaved to The Beast.”

“The Beast?”

“The thing in the darkness, the source of all vampires.”

“Oh…you’re going to fill me in on the lore right?”

“Yeah and maybe the others too, Raine and them need to know this stuff and there’s a lot I can tell from the inside track.”

“Good Idea…maybe we can do a bit more.”

“Like?”

“Arm up, get ready for more trouble.”

“Good idea.”

The food comes and I really like it or well most of it. I love berries and I have so missed carbs really and eggs…blood on eggs no matter how vampy you are ruins them. The same way with most fish too.

Donna eats and smiles at me and we shared food and bites and oh…oh…okay I’m a southern girl…and Donna is having steak and eggs with some biscuits and gravy on the side but she has hot sauce all over it and the bites she feeds me takes me back to a good place.

“So hot sauce is a yes?”

“Mmm?”

“For groceries…”

“Groceries?”

She stares at me and she looks me in the eyes and slips her fingers into mine and looks at me. “I thought…I…thought we’d…think about living together.”

“Oh…..” I…I honestly never thought of that and I haven’t lived together with someone before unless you count thralls and my sires or my children.

“Too soon?”

“No…I’ve just…I’ve never…maybe it’s too soon but sometimes what we think’s too soon is right exactly…”

I’m rambling like a nervous girl and thankfully she shuts me up by kissing me. And it’s a really great kiss with her touching me and everything and you know that is it getting warm thing…well I’ve been cold for so long that that heat of passion is running through me like a wildfire.

I break the kiss needing air and even that’s a novel experience…I’m dizzy in a good way and I’m panting and I look at her.

“I have a house…a real house…you can move in and we can give Raine and Shaun the trailer so they can have their own place…”

We kiss again and Donna waves for the check and we very quickly head for her place and we pack some things. She leaves a letter for Raine and we head to my place she drops me off. “I’ll be right back; I’m going to get my truck from the office okay.”

“Okay…I’ll get cleaned up?”

“Nuh-uh...wait.”

“Wait?”

“I wanna take a bath with you.”

“Okay.”

……………………………………….I’m all jitters and almost teenagers nerves for awhile after she’s gone and I’m pretty sure I’m on a sugar high so I end up talking to the cat and then calming down enough to look online for gothy stuff in town and anything else that is going on that sounds bourgeois.

Raphael if he’s one thing he’s an arrogant bourgeois fop. He loves to show up here and be all superior as he feeds. Like his sister said he likes stuff like fast food employees because in his twisted mind it’s like a joke that he’s lowering himself to feed off of such trash.

But yes here are a few hotels that he’d stay at, and ah some car services. If I ask around on the phone in french most people would just assume that I’m with him or working for him….people really do go with the easiest rationales.

I’ve got about five places he’s likely stay and hunt and more importantly show off at. I’ll hunt him down at some of these goth clubs and the two raves that I found tonight.

Donna pulls in and she has bags and boxes of stuff and I smell witchy stuff and church power in two boxes. “What’s this?”

“Stuff I got blessed by the catholic priest here in town, some holy water, other stuff.”

“What did the priest say?”

“Nothing he smiled and said no problem because I was getting baptized at the time because I wanted to have God’s protection as I protected others.”

“So you didn’t mention Vampires.”

“No and I didn’t mention my transgendered daughter or the fact that she is able to do magic. I mean I wasn’t lying really.”

“Okay and this stuff it smells wiccan.”

“Astrid…I talked to her and she’s sowed me how to do something called a free magic protection circle?”

“Oh…good idea.”

“Yeah and telling her what it was for she gave me this one that blurs the voices of people on the outside if they’re lying to me. She said that it’s something she used in one of her more interesting relationships.”

“Interesting.”

“Yes and I want to try it out can you tell if it’s working like this during the day?”

“Oh yeah I’ve still got some of my powers in daylight but the mystical stuff that I have I had to learn it all over the years.”

“Good oh and here.”

I was expecting like something church like or mystical but its a few grocery bags and I look inside and there’s grits…and there some bottles of hot sauce and other southern foods I haven’t had in forever.

“Donna…” I have to tip toe kiss her again.

She sets the stuff on my kitchen table and puts the perishable stuff in the fridge and it’s the most food that it’s ever seen…then she takes my hand and kisses me and get’s me to take her to the bedroom and our bathroom.

Living set is so different, feeling and just…just getting a damned life…is so…

We made love in the bath so slow and with the bubbles and jazz and long slow gentleness and after that she lathers me up in suntan lotion and she took me out to my fenced in backyard that I’ve barely used and set out a layer of blankets and we tanned…sat out ion the sunshine and we tanned until the sunlight and warmth was sinking into me so deep I was crying and she shushed me…told me I was going to be alright and stared into my eyes and then made love to me…

My heart hurts and it was squeezing so much blood and so much sunshine and…there is something vamp…so not vamp sexy about the way she looks up at me from between my legs and as she sinks her face into my sex.

I get a …we get sunburned…we were outside almost all afternoon…

I actually cook…I had too, Donna’s a Yankee she was making the grits wrong.

We actually spend as much time together as we can right up until it gets to when we have to make the circle.

It’s a pentacle and done in special ingredients that have been charged with mana, so the magic really isn’t “free” but it is made to pull on ambient power to do the bulk of the spell. It’s a way that non-mages can do magic’s of a certain kind and at the first run through it works.

It’s too damned fast between that and when she had to do it for real and she had some of the things to defend herself with her.

Good girl.

………………………………Dying was painful…going cold and my heart stopping…hurt. Then he came, it came and my world went black and white and the windows all filled with blackness and dark tendrils of his power tried to sink into me streaming out of the dark.

To Donna it was just moments for me it felt like hours.

But as much as he tried to sink into me I was filled with the light of the day, stronger too much more tied to my mortal life than I was last time.

And.

I was in love.

…………………………………I sit up and look at her and fight down the cravings, the urges and soon I feel like I felt before…I was undead again but Death’s Vampyre and not the Beasts creature.

I look around feeling power and smelling Raine and Shaun and…oh lovely…Jill.

And I’m vamped out still and Jill’s got a gun out pointed at me. “What the hell is going on Raine…she… she was out in daylight! I saw her and now she’s a bloodsucker!”

“Watch your mouth.” Donna says then… “Are you alright baby?”

“I’m fine…well…not fine but I’m way more in control.” I look at Raine. “You don’t seem surprised.”

“I saw you and Mom together while scrying.” She shrugs. “As long as you two are happy then I don’t see the problem.”

Jill looks fit to burst. “What?”

“Jill chill out.” Shaun says. “Alecia helped us with Shea…she’s good people.”

“Actually you all helped me out with him but that’s for the vote Shaun.”

Jill glares at me. “She’s on the hot list, she’s a serious predator guys.”

Raine looks at her. “Jill…remember that chat we had about this in the hospital.”

“Yeah…”

“Alecia here isn’t the one on the hot list, that vampire’s long gone.”

“They’ll know about her the next time I have to go in.”

“The next time we go in Jill we’re all going in.”

“What?”

“All of us, this isn’t you guys fighting pockets of stuff here and there keeping us safe from the stuff that goes bump in the night anymore. This is end of days stuff.”

Jill just stares at all of us before holstering her gun. “Fine…”

I hear her muttering under her breath about how she hates being left in the dark. Her hands in her pocket and her whole look the look of a soldier that just had her mission go FUBAR.

I go over and gather my notes. “You’re here though….?”

“The same reason that you are; that vampire that works for Michel.”

I’d be surprised normally but Raine speaks to HER almost like they were mother and daughter for real.

“Raphael, he’s likely to be staying and haunting in these areas.” I hold up my notes.

Jill perks up. “If we’re doing this and going in afterwards, then I can call in my team that’s still here in town and we can run down some of these.”

“Good idea, recon only though Raphael’s old but he’s also a coward. He’ll come at me though he has to. So if they spot him pass it along.”

“We’re professionals we do this all the time.”

“Good so is he, it’s how he’s lived as long as he has.”

And there’s this sort of pissing contest and she’s getting under my fangs, she has that my way thing going on that the officers had back in the confederate army. She’s probably very skilled but honestly she isn’t as good or informed as she thinks that she is.

Donna coughs and steps between our glaring at each other. “Look we’ll need the back up, his sister had back up with her so he’s likely got some too.”

Jill nods. “Right.”

WTF? Did she just check out my girlfriend?

Raine looks at all of us. “We should get started Jill get a hold of your people and get a hold of Sloan I want her here when we go in.”

There was this…presence in her when she just talked like she was used to command too. I nod and head to my bedroom to get changed. I haven’t warm fighting clothes for a long time.

I get into my leather pants and halter top vest that buckles in the front like a hard leather bra combined with a short vest. It’s got a steel plate over my heart front and back. Over it I have a long sleeved dark tee-shirt with a hood and a leather motorcycle jacket.

I’m armed too…several knives and a teke wood carved and hardened aikiuchi. That’s a Japanese dagger like a tanto without a guard it’s very nicely carved and formed and makes a very good stake. Since my escape from the Templars and the years that I’ve had it it’s dusted eleven of my kind. I slip five silver coated throwing stars into a pocket as well. Silver can hurt us but not lethally we don’t heal as fast from it but…still an advantage especially if I throw them vampyre hard.

Donna was with Raine getting geared up and Shaun was helping her too it’s maybe just getting to true night time when we’re getting into Jill and Donna’s trucks. We look like we’re going clubbing or like characters from one of those TV shows.

“Just so you guys all know…if I see the Winchesters I’m going home.” I say.

Vampyre 6.

Chapter 6

Honestly I’m glad that I’m not in the same truck with Jill. I’m my vamped out state I’m really on an edge right now and it might have led to more of a thing than it’s become already.

Dammit I knew that she recognized me.

Donna’s driving and I’m doing what we vampyre’s do almost on instinct it seems and that’s brood.

I hate being a stereotype.

Donna knows where we’re going since she’s part of the sheriffs office and dealing with clubs is one of the things that they do. Fire codes and checking capacity and stuff like that I suppose but I can imagine these places are a haven for drugs too.

I actually don’t know since I’ve never actually been to one of these places. I just never bought into the craze and by the time they really got popular I was captured and was being tortured by the Templars.

Honestly the whole faux-vamp-goth thing turns my stomach. I hate the way that these things have become popular. I’m sure that the Vampires are behind the money that brought the whole popularity of the genre into the light.

I’d seriously consider biting and feeding on all of these morons that are part of this thing of it wasn’t for the whole you are what you eat thing? You imagine Anne bloody Rice flowing through your essence.

No thank you I’d rather stake her.

That’d be ironic.

We pull into the Nos-Tre-Damus Club.

Just the name is making me twinge and I got in with Donna and I vamp-jedi mind trick the bouncer and he lets us in. The music is horrible. Marylyn Manson or some crap like that and I see them making drinks for the normals here with dark red died tomato juice and Nos, not short for Nosferatu but Nos is this new fangled… (Chuckle) energy drink that has a bottle that looks like the bottle of Nitrous Oxide gas used in street racing…and of course a shot of what smells like vodka.

It kind of looks like blood in the glass it just doesn’t have the right legs in the glass that real blood does.

We stop and we dance and we look around and Donna’s scoping the place out with her electric shades that Shaun had made. He’s a Artificer, a Faraday to be exact they’re like habitual good guy types with the Franklins being sell their trade to the highest bidder types and then there’s the Tesla’s.

The real Dr. Frankenstein was a Tesla mage and we all know how that worked out.

Yes he was real, and his monster wasn’t the only terrible creature that he created. He made some really diabolical creatures I’m told.

I smell blood, young female fresh blood and it’s not menstrual…the scent of panic in the air…

“Donna, follow me and be ready someone’s feeding in here.”

I head to the bathrooms, the ladies room just because that’s where I’d go to make a kill. I burst in and flare my eyes at the girls in there and the stare at me stupidly. Great fucking stoned.

Donna pulls her gun and her badge and points at the door. Hrump…I’m a two hundred year old terror of the night and the look at me like I’m some thing they expect to see everyday and my girlfriend flashed her badge and they take off like rats escaping a sinking ship.

I miss the fear of god terror that I would inspire, it was so useful. Now this they just stare at you like…

Grrr…

I feel her and I punch through the stall door and grab her by her hair and yank her through it snapping it into bits and I spin around with her and throw her into the full length mirror at the sinks.

She hisses at me and goes all rip your face off feral on me.

I beat her around; she’s young maybe thirty years. And she’s still vamp-young and stupid. She hasn’t learned a thing about how to live and learn other than whatever bullshit she’s been taught by her maker. You can’t do that, you have to learn how to fight or else you’ll end up fighting someone like me.

I bounce her off the walls a few times shattering the tiles and cracking drywall with a few well placed blocks and throws and then a burst of vamp strength and speed punches she lasts for about ten good hits before she crumples and I grab her and slam he into the wall.

Donna’s getting the hysterical gothling out of there…the smell of her blood is so think in the air I have to fight for control and that makes me angry.

“Raphael! Where is he?”

“Who?!”

“The green vampires, where’s their nest!?”

She struggles again and I drag her face over the walls shattering tiles as they fetch up on her skull and break into bits until I get to the hand dryer machine and beat it clean off the wall with one really good hit.

“I asked you where!”

“Them…club Vantu, club Vantu! Please, please don’t kill me…I’ll fuck off, leave town I’ll get out tonight!” she’s screaming in pain and fear and if she could wet herself she would.

The bathroom door blows open kicked with full strength and three vampires come in two are like her and ones about half my age…her maker. “Oh bitch you’re fucked now!” The one I’m holding giggles with glee.

He smiles and I crack the giggler in the throat with my forearm crushing her windpipe and making her fall to the ground gagging. She heal from that in moments but the others come in at vamp speed and I dig into my pocket and throw shuriken into them, they scream falling to the ground partly from the recoil of me nailing the with them at full strength and from the burning of the silver.

He dodges his by pulling a Neo or Matrix but that retarded thing where they lean back under something to dodge it. Yes retarded, it leaves you wide open in reality. Fucking kids and their movies.

I use my speed and some essence boost to move there in a flash. I’m looking his shocked face in the eye as the grey spreads over him, through him as he righted himself into my dagger-stake.

Shock hit’s the three at the loss of their maker and I pull one up and bite down on her neck injecting her blood with my sunlight venom…Inject and drink….the sunlight burns her to ashes and I suck the raw power from her denying it to the beast…the other two are screaming as…

I’m Alecia…

Vampyre.

I head out looking at Donna...

Oh…

I kiss her as soon as I get close and I growl into her…killing and feeding like this…it’s the same but different and right now I’m so horny…that…that’s the same.

It takes a lot, a huge amount of will power to back off of being with her and…

Breathe…

“Call the other’s…Club Vantu…”

We’re walking outside and Donna’s on her shoulder mic and calling it to the others….I hear her say we’ll meet them there in twenty minutes…?

“Donna?...it’s not that far is it?”

“No, but it’ll give the others a chance to get there….besides I have an idea.”

“Okay….”

I gasp as she shoves me against the truck and slips her hand down the front of my pants.

…………….!

Death and Goddess!

Vampyre 7.

Chapter 7

Oh…my eye’s shift involuntarily as I feel Donna’s hot fingers slip into my panties and into me…I’m horny and excited enough from the fighting but for her to have her body temperature hot fingers in me and feeling her pulse in those fingers as she’s fingering me…

I’m not long in kissing her hungrily…needful…

Bloodsenses are kicking it and driving me deeper into the erotic nature of being a vampyre…

Picture being able to feel not just where the blood is or how it moves through the body but there’s the mana in the blood that we all can sense. Like my hands on her breasts and I can feel the increasing sexual hum in her blood as her body reacts to that…the change goes through her fingers…her lips as we kiss desperately.

Now you know why vampire sex is so good? Now when we bite a lover and tie the mana and blood together using Sangira majik those emotions in their blood get lit up by the blood magic like lighting gasoline.

It’s why Vampyre sex is so good…and while that’s blasting through their veins as we’d feed we get that too…you are what you eat?

We also can do that with each other when we’re sated after fresh kills…that’s why after vamps often have a mass killing…they have wild crazy sex like that until the power of the blood we’ve taken wears off.

But this is the first time I’ve had such an encounter…as a lesbian…or in my new form…part of me wants to bite and part of me wants to feed and I’m fighting those urges…

Her fingers…her fingers…her fingerrrs!

Her heat and aggression…she knows I can take a lot of punishment and heal because I’m a Vampyre…a supernatural and she’s rubbing me harder than she ever would to a human and I moan out loud…pop fangs…I can’t help but bed-slam my hands into the fender of her truck leaving dents and no one in my life has ever made me cum so hard it made my knees buckle…I’m a vampyre…I’m strong…

She holds me up by her hand inside of me and presses her body hard to mine turning so she’s got me sort of held up mostly by the truck but the rest by her hip and I can’t help it but wrap my legs around her and she uses her hand and this wrist motion to push her fingers deeper and deeper into me and…

I’ve never been fucked that hard in my entire life than in those few minutes and when she kisses me as I’m bucking into her inflicking wrist thrusts…she cuts her lips on my fangs and she sucks on them drawing out some of my venom…and mixes it around in her mouth and kisses me…

I’d have screamed if her tongue wasn’t in my mouth.

But the mixture of the two and the passion she has for me…and the life and sunshine…and the…

It makes my heart scream in pain and pleasure and start beating again for a few minutes…alive!

Alive at night!

And I felt the touch of The Beast in the back of my darkness recoil from this.

It hurt too again as my body settled from the living panting and then it all stopping again but the afterglow…the feeling of The Goddess with me as I slip into the cold of the Vampyre me was there…

Love that transcends both life and death.

I rest there a few minutes before letting my legs down and looking at her and staring at her.

“You…you could’ve…”

“No…it wouldn’t happen.”

“You don’t know that Donna.”

She puts her forehead to mine. “No…I know you.”

Dammit…now I’m getting bloody tears running down my face. I’m feeling choked up and there’s this look in her eyes that has nothing at all to do with a glamour and everything to do with love and passion.

“Donna…”

“Yeah…?”

“I really have no idea what I ever had done to deserve this chance…”

“Me too…meeting you and falling for you wasn’t…well it wasn’t like when I was younger and in college….meeting you Alecia was…it was meeting that person finally that makes you get why no one else ever worked before.”

We kiss again and we slowly stop and part and I’m really glad that everyone’s pretty much still inside or I’d be really embarrassed.

“We should get going…and meet up with the others.”

She pulls her hand out and she winces. “Donna?”

“I’m okay nothing some tape won’t fix.”

“Tape?”

“You broke my fingers when you came.”

Oh…

I’m…..

Well how in the fang do you react to something like that?

Or her opening my door for me to get in even if we’re going from one fight to another.

I have never been as scared, giddy, shocked, confused by a being in my entire life….is this the way that normal people feel when the fall in love?

We head out and drive through the late night streets until we slow getting close and the others are there and also all of Jill’s agents and such there too and they’re shutting things down in a two or three block radius around the place. I’m seeing more agents’ here and there and Donna and I stop and we get checked.

A couple of these agents don’t have an electrical field like a human at all? And I can feel some varying forms of magic around too. We get let in and I’m getting eyeballed by more than a few of these people….I feel like we used ta say back home on the plantation. “like a cat in a room full of rockin chairs.”

They’ve got a lot of firepower there I’m seeing.

Donna pulls into a parking lot where the kids are and they’re getting ready themselves. I see a UPS box truck that has definitely been fitted for holding something and we get out and slowly walk over to the kids.

Donna’s looking around then at Jill. “This is more than what I was expecting.”

She nods drinking a coffee looking like she’s seen some action earlier tonight too. “They sent another unit to us to help contain things in case we get spillage.”

“Okay…Alecia?”

“He’ll likely use fodder. Raphael’s always been a coward and he’ll have thralls too it’s a good idea but I should still go in first.”

“Why?” Jill…

“He knows me and he knows I’m not with his side or with the rest of the Vampires, he’ll want to take me if he can, failing that he knows I ashed that cunt sister of his and some of his kids…he’ll want to make me pay. He’ll be more focused on me that the others filtering in after I’m there.”

“Okay but…we won’t be far behind you.”

“Fine…I want this as much or more than you do Jill.”

“We’ll see…”

I’m really trying hard not to tell her where to go and stuff and Donna’s blood pressure is up too. sometimes people just piss me off…living or non…especially if they think they’re right when right isn’t right it’s just a different…just grr.

She glares because yeah I did growl a little.

I don’t give her a chance to piss me off more. “Well no time like the present we’re burning night time.”

I walk away from Jill and because I’m making the point I’m not a vampire but something else I stop and I redo my make up in the window of one of the escalades before walking to the club with a sway on my hips.

Inside…inside I sort of know that this might just be where I prove myself to these people and maybe get my name off of their list.

I walk to the place and it’s an old hotel…gothy lookin guard/bouncers and I can feel the touch of thrilling on them…

Dammit this isn’t just a goth club but this is feeling more and more like a nest. I bare fangs and they open the doors without checking ID or asking for a cover.

The club is actually in the basement…it might have been the bar for the hotel and the convention room but now it’s all one big goth style dance club and there’s a lot of stuff going on and I’m feeling thralls I’m seeing bodies moving around with no electric spark to them at all and there is a definite feeling of…wrong on so, so many levels…I catch a glimpse of someone taking a hit of meth from a pipe but there’s a vampire blood hint to it…and I see the human’s eyes get infused for a second with vampire red then that clouds over and get’s washed away from this shimmer of green…

Oh this is not good.

Vampyre 8.

*Before……….

I walk to the place and it’s an old hotel…gothy lookin guard/bouncers and I can feel the touch of thrilling on them…

Dammit this isn’t just a Goth club but this is feeling more and more like a nest. I bare fangs and they open the doors without checking ID or asking for a cover.

The club is actually in the basement…it might have been the bar for the hotel and the convention room but now it’s all one big goth style dance club and there’s a lot of stuff going on and I’m feeling thralls I’m seeing bodies moving around with no electric spark to them at all and there is a definite feeling of…wrong on so, so many levels…I catch a glimpse of someone taking a hit of meth from a pipe but there’s a vampire blood hint to it…and I see the human’s eyes get infused for a second with vampire red then that clouds over and get’s washed away from this shimmer of green…

Oh this is not good.

*Now……….

I stop in front of a VIP section of the club and Raphael’s talking to this guy that looks like he’s really hispanic…no something else…but he’s not at the power spot in the table no Raph’s being king here. There’s a very gangland looking guys here Hispanic with lots of tattoos and another to the other side that is vamp pale and he’s smoking meth from a pipe…blood red meth…his eyes vamp over then there’s a shimmer of that green in there and in the eyes of the Hispanic fellow too. His eyes go slitted.

“Meth? Drugs Raphael that’s like you. You only could hunt back in the day using a ruffie.”

“Alecia…so it’s true you viscous little cunt you are alive.”

“Well just during the day.”

His eyes narrow.

“Blood in the drugs?”

“It’s all the rage in Europe Sweet thing have some; it’ll be my treat over old times.”

“Speaking of old times where’s Michel?”

“Oh now don’t you worry you’re pretty southern head about where father is.” He’s smiling and he looks at his entourage. “Isn’t she sweet that accent and everything, just like Sookie what’s her name. C’mon love party with us.”

His friend offers the pipe he’s been huffing on.

“No thanks I brought my own.”

I reach in and take out the baggy with what’s left of his sister in it and pour it out.

Every vamp here can smell what kind of ash this is.

The music stops and every vamp there just went fangs out.

Raphael jumps me with a snarl and we hit the floor. “I’ll kill you, you little bitch!”

He comes at me in that whole predatory creature jump and he’s fast, he’s really fast like blood power to spare and then some. He’s likely well fed and hopped up on this green demon shit.

I feel my own surge coming on it’s night and I’m not The Beast’s anymore I am death’s vampyre now and I feel this dark strength sinking into me…it’s so…it’s not lighting me up or cold even it’s…it’s fast and slinky and feels like electric blackness in my veins and he goes in hard with the killing bite to my throat pinning my arms to the concrete and I can’t power out of it so I roll us fast, vamp double time fast and now I’m on top and he snarls at the reversal and he shoves me off of him and up to the roof with a single shove.

He does a kick up and turns to the crowd in a speed burst. “Killem all my little sweet things!”

He spins back at me as I land and he adds in a spin kick with the move.

I was expecting a fight.

Rafael might be a fop and a dandy and a all around useless piece of garbage but he’s old and he’s french too and he’s from that era when most of the men fought one way or another and he’s no exception. I know he’s a reasonable fencer and has killed many a man, woman and child with a long blade but he’s using his favorite showy style that French Savate.

I meet him with my Tae Kwon Do.

He come’s fast using the foot work and vampire speed and strength to come at me from the front and to flank me all at the same time or close to it with these hard jabs that I’m batting away with palm strikes and I breathe…even if I don’t really need to and I push my powers not to my strength as much as my speed and senses and it’s like he’s this moving kata post and I palm strike and turn a jab and slip my arm down with his arm and into him with a hit, several of them actually before he clues into the fact that I’m not some new fanged child he can beat with impunity and his next jab turns into a grab at the end of the move and he yanks me in hard and fast into an uppercut to my guts and then holds me for about ten or twelve rabid punches.

I twist my body a little and his hand holding me digs in with his claws and hurts like a bitch but I get enough room to use my free arm and in his next punch I punch his fist….screw the boost to my senses now I pour it all into strength and it breaks his hand…it’ll only be like that for seconds but when he yanks his hand back I grab it with my wrist and he’s got me and I’ve got him and that’s just stable enough tha using the strength in the arm I have his wrist by I pull myself off the ground and start using him for a kicking dummy.

He’s getting hammered and I follow that as he’s sort of rocked by that with three fast snap headbutts in a row and that does stun him and I spin and turn and shoulder throw him…well slam since I don’t let go of him through his VIP table.

I rip the leg off a chair and slam it down and he screams as I stake his arrogant french ass through the shoulder and arm joint and into the floor.

I grab another one and full one Nightrage at him pull on all that death is willing to give me. “Where!? Where is Michel!?”

I hear Raine yelling at me telling me not to kill him and I turn to snarl at her and then back and swing the improved stake down and there’s a flash at his wrist as a handgun some small automatic is suddenly there.

He laughs that high pitched nasal almost giggle of his and all I see is muzzle flashes.

I feel the hits and I feel searing pain ripping through me….wood?...silver...?.....

…………………fuck.

Vampyre 9.

Chapter 9.

*Before…

I rip the leg off a chair and slam it down and he screams as I stake his arrogant French ass through the shoulder and arm joint and into the floor.
I grab another one and full one Nightrage at him pull on all that death is willing to give me. “Where!? Where is Michel!?”
I hear Raine yelling at me telling me not to kill him and I turn to snarl at her and then back and swing the improved stake down and there’s a flash at his wrist as a handgun some small automatic is suddenly there.
He laughs that high pitched nasal almost giggle of his and all I see is muzzle flashes.
I feel the hits and I feel searing pain ripping through me….wood?...silver...?.....
…………………fuck.

*And Now…

It burns…

It burns as well as fucking hurts.

Silver can’t kill a vamp unless you get the heart or head and then you still have to get most of it. But every wound is bad and we have to dig the bullets out before we can regen…silver is “the” anti-supernatural metal.

Wood on the other hand can kill you with a shot to the heart or through it; it’s a thing with our magic, our natures.

Fucking figured that Raphael would have something like this that would even or tilt the odds of fighting a stronger vampire in his favor.

Plus he’s like thinking it looks baddass.

I fall back but as I hit the floor I’m already regenerating.

He’s getting up and I see the green glint there…and he pulls himself free of the table leg and the floor and he’s giggling and high…he’s always been an ass but the last time he was this annoyingly giggling him, his sister and I fed in an opium den.

“Fucking wench…I’ll show you who’s the sharper fang.” (Giggles.)

He shoots me twice more and it really hurts but I’m still that damaged that I can’t scream out.

He’s screaming as he’s changing clips. “Don’t kill the witch Drake! I wanna suck her dry!”

Then he opens fire.

Not on me, that’s good but on Sloan I think.

I reflexively inhale…no, still dead just a reaction as the first bullets push out of my body. With each one I feel power returning into me.

I embrace the darkness.

You ever see that American Pro-Wrestling? There was this one they called The Undertaker. He’d be knocked down but at some point they’d just sit straight up…like out of the coffin.

That’s exactly what I do.

And I fang out and send mana through my blood power to make clawed nails an inch long and hard enough to cut through heavy wood or cheap steel.

Raphael turns and aims at me and I’m faster.

I’m also at the right height too.

I snap my arm out like a jab but with my claws right through the crotch of his pants and I rip his manhood off!

He screams like a rat getting stomped.

It won’t kill him…but it’ll take a long time to regen it back a week easy.

He’s still screaming as he drops to his knees and I punch him in the face. With the hand that has his manhood and parts that can burst do bursts as my first connects with his face.

He drops his gun and I grab it.

I’m so damned tempted but instead I open up on the other vampires in the room, there’s no shortage of them here in this place.

Heart shots each time…a Vampire’s soul blood their core blood stays in the heart and we can all sense that just like we can feel blood pounding through a mortal.

I think there’s eight rounds in the clip so the last one I save and shoot Raphael in his left kneecap then I toss the gun away.

The fighting is getting pretty serious.

The damned place is a hotel…and a shitty one but it’s still four stories, five…and if it’s full of addict-thralls and vamps that Raphael has made… They are trying to make an army and preying on these kids…there’s a very horrible thing in these days.

A lack of hope…a lack of a future.

You don’t think the decline of America’s not planned?

The almost insane amount of the homeless?

I grab the first and closest vampire and I bite their neck…Inject my venom and push it away as the light fluid runs wild through their veins dusting them from inside out.

I go for another one…and another.

There’s this surge through me…and inside my I hear this hissing scream as my venom cut’s the beast off from its link to its vampire and to Raphael and to Michel as each one lights up and burns inside out they’re freed…or what’s left of them is freed.

Yes there are some of them there is just nothing left of their immortal souls to save. People do go over to the darkness all of the time.

It’s a horrible thing too.

But I can’t stop…there’s this prey drive going on and I’m actually feeding…not on the blood but on the deaths. There’s that kernel of power passed on through the blood magic that gives the undead life…and it’s not the essence of just the beast or this green shit that’s inside of them but there is something that you can just call like maybe elemental life…that’s what I’m feeding from.

And it’s small really or it seems like such a small sliver of a thing really in the grand scheme of things but it’s not and after I drop my third I’m fully healed and recovered from my bout of regen.

I get the fourth and she puts up a struggle but I’m way older an undead than she is…she practically a baby vamp and she shrieks along with the slicing of her links as I bite into her neck and inject my venom.

I pull that little spark of power in and I hear her soul sobbing as it’s cut free and she’s getting released of all those things that Raphael and them had her do since she was made.

I hear the sobs fade away as this light…something that I can just barely feel reaches down to take her spark and carry her home.

I know there’s something on the other side of the dark, something that is as powerful as The Beast and all of the darkness and something that’s out there that’s worth fighting for.

I toss her ashing body into another group of the vampires down there and I go into stance for Tae kwon do and I do that wipe my mouth off with my knuckles thing but I’m not wiping off the blood but I’m covering them with venom.

They sort of shimmer shine as it spreads out over my skin in the gloom.

There’s more coming down these stairs and we might be getting over run again and I look at the others and…

Raine’s shape changing into some goth girl that looks like she belongs here and she’s in a mage fight with this guy with lots of occult tattoos and there’s this sort of shadowy thing half in and half out of his skin that I can see…I know it’s not there but it’s that thing we have…supernaturals being better at seeing supernaturals.

He almost takes her when I see Jill get involved and then her brother and I’m passed by Sloan who jumps over me and rolls over the floor and into a slide to get to where the fresh vamplings are coming from and I step into the four that I hit with the ashing girl.

One swings and I duck and come up treating him like a kata post and hit him about five times stunning him until I feed him a right cross in the side of the mouth and my venom cover fists leave sparks when they finally hit skin and there’s smoke too as hit face lights up like I smacked him in the face with a kerosene soaked torch.

Block a swing and push off them and their strength to lift off the ground and do a double chagi kick set and then a spin of my body and plant a venomed backhand into the face of the guy that swung on me.

Sparks and ashes and cries of pain.

I land and step into the two still standing with this intensity that I haven’t felt in a long time…I mean it’s one thing to be a vampire and let that power let you take out all anger and hatred and pain you have on the world.

It’s such a different feeling to know that you’re on the opposite side of the darkness and that you can vent out all that same frustration out on the things that we have always been meant to rail and cry against.

I push my mana the power that I’ve been getting and drive it through my body and blood and nerves and muscles…there’s nothing like this, nothing really compares to the drive of fighting when you’re part predator and you’re taking to fight to something…

We’re going to win this.

Vampyre 10.

*Before…

It’s such a different feeling to know that you’re on the opposite side of the darkness and that you can vent out all that same frustration out on the things that we have always been meant to rail and cry against.

I push my mana the power that I’ve been getting and drive it through my body and blood and nerves and muscles…there’s nothing like this, nothing really compares to the drive of fighting when you’re part predator and you’re taking to fight to something…

We’re going to win this.

*And Now…

I look back with a few seconds of time to spare and I see them all fighting the demon thing and I would jump in but I would honestly just be getting in the way of the ones that are down there and still the douche-bag’s eyes are trying to shine green and he’s calling on all of his minions and his sired little mixed bastards.

He wants out of here; he wants to run because he’s always been a coward.

I turn and there’s more coming for their daddy dealer and there’s a couple of snakes with them.

Snakes are Yuanti…they are this sort of a cult that is like the Were’s but not at the same time…were’s are way more than they are and they’re way more natural and attuned…like anti-bodies for this world really…they’re also a buffer too between mankind who they were once and the Fae who helped create them.

I’m not up on the specifics on the lore for that but basically the Yuanti are this snake version of Were that demons have cooked up through like pacts.

The bad thing my venom won’t work on them I think.

The good thing all of these things are made by pacts with humans that had no magical talent or power so they have only the power that they were given…sure it‘ll recharge but their battery never grows…they only have so much mana to boost with and I have that in spades.

I boost again my strength and my agility and I jump up from the place I’m at and get air…I snap out with an axe kick catching the first snake as I rise…which is actually not the actual kick that happens as my leg comes down and my heel connects with his shoulder crushing it and I push…boost my strength even more and he makes a garbled scream as my leg has all this power and it drives him down so hard his knees buckle and shatter and so do the bones in his thighs.

Back down and claws out and like in some of the movies I use a combo of super speed and strength and the edges of my claws to end his suffering with a spin and a backhanded slice that takes off his head.

The other’s stop and I don’t…I chest punch the other guy with my claws and take its heart out and then turf the body away from me and then I do the same thing and I…

I stake a baby-vamp with my claws…and she ashes with a scream.

Oh…

I smile and I growl and feel the power and the fighting instincts rushing through me and into my eyes.

I can feel their fear, the terror of facing me and yet Raphael’s siring their link and compelling them to come.

They try to swamp me, swarm me but I know what I can do now…I know to chop and slice and to cut through limbs and then they stop coming even though I can still smell more upstairs…like they’re headed…outside.

C’mon Donna be okay…

I’m not a mage but I feel the tremble in the air, in the mana as there’s a surge of light from the main stairwell and screams…daylight screams as what vamps were there become incinerated…

Oh shit…and that sunlight it’s coming closer…it’s filling the room and I turn and I dive for Raphael and rip hi from here I left him and he screams and I pick him up and slam him into one of the fake coffins decorating his little club death.

I just get the lid slammed shut when the light hits me and I scream…I feel the power inside of me shift and drop…and it’s making me become human…alive again…

Always a good thing but soooo not a good time…