|Chasing the Grave
Author: Wistar89 PM
On the hunt to find Cain,Timothy seeks out the help of Lexie and his long-time friend, Ian.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 10 - Words: 15,009 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 09-11-12 - Published: 07-23-12 - id: 8350120
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
A/N: the story is narrated by my oc, Lexi and Timothy appears in a few chapters later so readers can understand the main protagonist 's a bunch of new characters that I also wrote and they're inspired from characters on story strictly follows Frost's rules of vampires and Timothy is the other main lead.I uploaded six chapters together so readers can be introduced to the setting, characters and most of all meet Timothy without having to wait. Don't forget to tell me what you think!
The PA light stroked in intermittent flashes around the club. They were a plethora of neon colors turning the spiraling bodies on the dance into colored sensual creatures. They all rubbed against each other, some in multiples and others by themselves, losing their bodies to the club's techno beat.
I danced my away towards the lounge getting touched and stroked from the huge crowd surrounding me. I wanted to linger and to dance my way and enjoy myself this evening, but it wasn't meant to be. Tonight especially, since a target of mine is right behind that black door across from the private lounge. A man in a white jacket stood upright assuming a body guards pose, his eyes covered by black wraparounds. It was clear from his blank expression he wasn't there by choice or for some merriment. However, he didn't miss any twitch around of humans lazily twirling around, their drunken gait taking them to another parallel universe.
I pushed closer towards the private lounge, grabbing hold of a young human man by the waist and propelling him whilst I danced closer and closer. He smiled down at me and I returned it by running my hands all over him and moving my body against him. Easy to do since I was dressed in a sequined cream see-through tank top.
Finally before breaking away from the enclave of dancers I kissed him on the neck inhaling his sweet scent and feeling his jumping pulse. A pity I already fed.
I twirled away catching myself and advancing towards the bodyguard. He followed my every move, his eyes covered by the black shades but his expression was evaluating me.
I went up to him and we were toe to toe as he flashed out an object from behind him. He swiped the compact weapon-detector around my body from head to toe and then stepped aside, opening the door.
I nodded in appreciation as I entered the private room. The first thing to take notice of is a girl against the far wall. She had her legs spread wide and were restrained by shackles and her hands were pulled by a rope that was leveraged from a metal poll a few feet away. It seemed that she was trying to imitate the target in a circus knife-throwing performance. She didn't seem too happy either, and one would question the dour mood of the people surrounding the mark.
His name was Oberon. He was a Master vampire and an old one at that. He and his two lackeys/bodyguards Mark and Dwain frequented this club in Tokyo all the time, enjoying BDSM activities and preferably choosing young human girls who were barely past their adolescence.
Oberon, around 620 year of age had jet black hair and sharply defined features and black eyes of a hawk that were an indicant of his Russian heritage. However, he appeared to be no older than thirty-two in human age, twelve years my senior.
"Moglo â prisoedinât´sâ k zabave?"I asked looking at the girl with mild curiosity while sending out surges of heat from my body to give the impression that I was getting off by his perverted predilections.
"Zavisit."He turned to look at me as he stopped from chucking that knife at the girl who was a few minutes short of a heart attack. Her scent had a sickly aroma of rotten fruit and ripe sudor, and it surrounded her like an invisible cloud as her body shook in recurrent tingles.
"I've always admired a good marksman; maybe you'll hit me right home," wetting my lips with my mouth as I let my hand wonder down under my blouse. He inhaled while his eyes shone greener, the tented bulge in his pants erecting to a higher notch. Oberon was getting off in grand style.
"By all means pretty lady, I always liked a woman who can take a good hit." he replied in English his accent thick with Slavic undercurrents.
The two other vampires proceeded to unfasten the girl from her position and I noticed that he blindfolded her as well, no doubt heightening her fear as she would be oblivious to the direction of where death would take her. I wasn't so surprised, worse things happen at sea.
The girl was pulled outside of the room and she gave a last grateful glance before being evicted outside by Dwain.
He shut the door and resumed his post while the other lackey, Mark sat down on a couch sipping what smelled like whiskey.
I resumed my attention to Oberon as he lifted the knife from a nearby table which come to notice, was adorned with a whole spread of blades in order of size and types of handle.
"Silver "I moaned as I rubbed myself against the wall as I held on to the restraints, bracing myself.
"You enjoy pain, suka,"he murmured as he flipped his hand under his jacket and drew out a long and thin silver knife with a white handle.
I smiled back and blew him a kiss as I braced myself, giving him an unblinking stare to go ahead and begin. His first throw hit me right above my head the knife grazing my hair.
"Below the belt, konfeta,"
He chuckled and saying another indignant response as he proceeded to pull out another one from his jacket.
I seized the moment taking in his split second distraction and his friends dulled dispositions to pull out the knife above me, appearing in front of him and staking right in the heart.
"One movement suka, and you'll get a taste of your own poison."I slurred, pivoting him around so that he'd face his friends who already moved from their fixed positions.
Both of them fangs drawn out and eyes blaring green took a fighting stance. Dwain who was around seventy years old was ready to jump but I tut-ted, feeling Oberon twitch hesitantly under my grip.
"Don't move."I warned taking out the other silver knife Oberon was ready to pull earlier on and shoving it in the back of my tights as I held him in a grip of death.
Both of his bodyguards looked flabbergasted as well as hesitant to move in case I decide to twist the knife already embedded in their master's heart. They looked to him as if they were waiting for him to send some sort of signal.
He moved slightly against me as he spoke."I won't harm you or seek retribution if you let me and go and tell me who sent here to dispatch me. You have my word."
I laughed at his proposition."Oh, I'm not worried about any promised doom. I'm just wondering who's going to save you and your two imbeciles, but enough talk, let's enjoy gentlemen."
I twisted the knife while taking it out quickly and throwing it again in the direction of the stronger one, Mark. It landed in his heart immobilizing him as he shouted out to Big Boy whom I assumed was the ghoul in the white jacket beyond this room.
I went to mark as I saw Dwain shift in vampire speed raising a silver knife to stab in my back as I took out the knife I had in my tights stabbed in his chest as he came after me from the back.
The knife he held fell to the floor as I finished Mark with a final twist of my knife at the same time. I turned, taking an assessing glance at the room. Oberon had decayed to his real age, his body turning brown and his scent reeking by the second.
The two I just finished together were both rotting, Mark more rapidly of the two as he was the older.
I struck the knife at the wall it had accommodated not a minute ago and walked out the room relieved that there were to CCTV cameras to deal with.
As soon as I opened the door I hugged Big boy from behind as I opened his white jacket and inserted a envelope in it. His payment.
The ghoul turned his head and his lips twisted as I pecked him on the nose and strode away. Another job discreetly carried out; let's hope Big boy isn't caught for his perfidy.
I walked out of the Womb Club, turning towards the street and heading for my hotel. I was quite happy to take on this hit as I haven't been active for years now.
The man who contracted thought I was just another anonymous hitter, but in fact I took the disguise of a hired killer to be able to delve into this matter without people finding out the real reason behind it.
The irony in this trade and the anonymity of it is that you're unaware that you could be retaining the services of a subject of your sworn enemy and not an actual bounty hunter. And in this job I got to reconnoiter, as well as dredge information and find out why Oberon had a bull's eye on his back.
My phone's buzzing got me out of my observations as I pulled it out from under my tank top and answered.
"Lexie where are you, you bitch Roman and I have been here for an hour and the night is not so young anymore,"Edda my progeny, best friend and worst nightmare shrieked.
"As horrible as the thought of depriving of you and Roman of my presence, I'm indisposed at the moment and cannot possibly come down to where ever you are in a timely fashion."I answered with a smile prolonging my reply, deliberately vexing her.
"What are you blathering about Lexie! I have refused two extremely bang-worthy men whilst waiting for your grace to show! There aren't any good-looking ones left and I'm losing heat! You couldn't have possibly forgotten in such a short time, for god's sake I'm bored to tears!"She squeaked her German accent thickening with every syllable.
"Another time and place Edda. I've got to vous voir dans quelques jours, pinch Roman for me. "And with that I heard another disgruntled curse as I pressed the end button.
Edda, Edda, Edda. What can I possibly do without her? And what in the Nine Hells am I doing with her? When loneliness is your bitter enemy you resort to spending too much time with people you constantly bicker with as there are no other less gruesome alternatives.
As to Roman, I did feel guilty about abandoning him with Edda and her harrowing pecking. But I had more pressing matters to attend to.
I sent an e-mail from my phone to my contractor, notifying him of the completion of the task and giving him directions on where to drop half of the payment. In this I trusted Etienne -the human whom I compelled to deposit the money in a private account in which I'll withdraw the money from later- with Etienne's memory of the dealing wiped.
Edda suspects that I'm involved in a few louche intrigues on behalf of my sire, in that Raymond didn't trust anyone else as I was his second, his heir apparent if anything happened to him.
Even though they deemed me to be cold bitch.