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The Unlucky Alleyway	By : flamekaat Category: +S through Z > Vampires! The Dark Alleyway Views: 1386 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Unlucky Alleyway
- 2-Biter San and undercover cops
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(A/N Wayne Sheppard is a
legitimate person whom I know and have worked in the same company with in the
past. This guy will have similarities to my friend Wayne but not too many.
Still credit is given where credit is due and now our first well thought out not
vamp character makes his entrance!)
Mallory sat dead center
at the bar in the watering hole called Cooper�s Tavern. She gave off just
enough presence to not be sat on by inattentive humans. Being a vampire wasn�t
all that difficult, not as bad as it had first seemed. She could still eat her
cake and now her advanced metabolism burned it up and it didn�t make her fat.
Her favorite bakery was just a few blocks down from the bar. A few blocks
beyond that sat the little brownstone building she had lived in since her last
year of high school. Her neighbors had been glad to see her returning and her
landlord could tell she was there without forcing the presence on her.
When she had
asked Brady about this he nodded as if it was common place and suggested that
her parents would be able to see her too. Mallory had shook her head sadly and
closed the door in his face. Her one remaining Aunt�s concerned phone calls had
all been returned and Her work turned in on time despite the week of blood
madness that had taken her over.
In the papers
they were calling her the vampire vigilante. During her first week she had
drained the blood from every gang member for the surrounding fifteen
neighborhoods from her home. It had not even been a conscious decision after
that first time. Brady seemed to think it was funny. But then again her opinion
about her sire was not exactly rosy so she didn�t really give a fig.
She sensed out
her sire out of random curiosity. The feelings he gave off indicated that he
was full as a tick and about fifteen feet away and coming into the bar was his
intent. She smiled in spite of herself. She might not think to highly of Brady
and his hedonistic tendencies but he had not failed in his duty as her sire in
any way shape or form. For that and his sometimes barbed sense of humor she
liked him just a little.
The person with
Brady caused all her hackles to go up and quiver. A very powerful vampire. This
would be the second one she had met besides Brady. Their kind were solitary
indeed. She had gotten the feeling from Brady that this was a good thing as
they would tend to scuffle in ways even humans noticed if more then a few
gathered in one place.
�A scuffle� was
another thing that he called her �little anti-gang warfare week.� Yes Brady did
have a sense of humor. It was just different from what she was used to. She
summoned the barman and grinning, ordered him to put whatever the two wanted on
her tab. She was still burning through the money she had lifted from the gang
corpses like it was water.
�Hey sugar
fangs�� SWAT ��Um I mean Eversweet. This is My Sire Biter. Thought I would
start introducing you to your new family, seeing as how you seem to hardly have
any of the regular kind.�
The vampire,
newly revealed as Biter, laughed at how she had so readily cuffed Brady upside
his head for using one of those �candy coated� references. The new vampire was
handsome and seemed more regal in his leather pants and bright neon blue,
synthetic silk, rave shirt, then Brady did in his three piece suit and blood
colored tie with the little bat tie tack.
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�Well order up
gentlemen. It�s on your local gang buster today. Courtesy of all the money that
would have gone to terrorists and thugs if I had not so justly liberated it.�
The barman
returned and as the other two forced presence on him he smiled widely and
greeted Biter.
�Hey you crazy
ass. It�s on the lady or so she says, but I would think she would change her
mind if she knew how much you can put away.�
Apparently Biter
was a well known figure here at the tavern. It mattered only a little since it
was quite a ways from her safe little brownstone. She sat several hundred
dollar bills on the table and fiercely grinned at the two.
�I�m done here
though boys. Be good and try not to cause a ruckus. Pleasure meeting you Biter.�
Biter actually
stood and walked her to the door. Brady trailed after him as if he had
forgotten completely that she was still a girl and should have some chivalry
applied to her every other now and again. Biter kissed her forehead and wished
her a pleasant day�s rest. Somehow it felt that it would be.
Midnight came
before she felt like stirring from her room. She yawned and rose up, determined
to bite a few gang members today and finish another portfolio piece before her
next big interview. She slid into her boots and some old faded jeans. Once the
jeans had been black but that was about four years previously. Now they were
charcoal colored and soft against her sensitive skin. A dark blood colored
shirt with her favorite symbols painted on in glow in the dark paint slid over
her head and clung provocatively around her breasts. She smirked at herself in
the mirror and then putting a large switchblade in her back pocket she left her
safe little brownstone.
Mallory found
herself sitting on the curb behind the brownstone, about four hours later
waiting for it to be dawn. She had made an uneven fifty block half circle. The
day had been a hard one. Gangs all over the city had been put on high alert by
her activities of late and she had ended up with a nearly non existent shirt
and shredded jeans, showing how much her torso had been shot at in the last few
hours. The wounds vanished so fast they didn�t matter but she obviously needed
a flack jacket just to keep her clothing in all right shape. She wretched again
and several more bullets coated in blackened blood splattered into the gutter.
�Head on
challenges don�t always win the fight. As you can see this could grow costly to
your wardrobe in time. That shirt was your favorite wasn�t it? And see here,
now it�s not even fit for a floor scrubbing rag. Nice bra by the way and��
Biter was
babbling along in a way that showed why he was referred to as crazy by all his
associates including his normally respectful offspring Brady. That didn�t mean
that he wasn�t spouting wisdom. It simply came very fast because he was a manic
depressive. Ether high happy or black sorrow, sometimes with the spice of
blazing rage to add to it they often never saw neutral moods. Things like
simple contentment eluded them more often then not and as a vampire Biter was
for sure worse then any other. Ten times worse at least if Brady�s little
informational spiel was to be believed.
Mallory placed
her hand over Biter�s lush lips and shook her head.
�Shush now. I
have had a hard enough day that I already figured out I needed to change my
tactics. No lectures needed or wanted.�
�Well then what do
you need?�
Biter knew
without asking. He just wanted to hear her say it. Mallory sighed aloud. All
these people wanting something from her. Sometimes the pressure was simply to
great. She sat back down on the curb and put her head back in her hands. It was
going to be dawn soon and she had felt like she couldn�t get enough blood with
the wounds she had healed.
�It uses the
power we normally get from the blood up much faster to heal so many wounds. If
we do not have enough blood then we end up in trouble. Sometimes the wounds, if
enough and out of proportion with our blood supply, can kill us. Please be
cautious fang daughter of my fang son.�
He was not acting
playful anymore. He seemed to get the feelings she was feeling now. The
insecurity she had thought gone with her new strength was back. That awful
feeling stung her eyes with tears like icy needles in the cold night air.� She reached out and he took her in his arms.
�You didn�t ask
for this. I know that precious. You didn�t ask for it and you didn�t want it,
but now it�s your fate just like it�s our fate. I promise you that I at least
will be beside you when you need me to. Just reach out for me in here.�
He tapped her
head gently. Mallory smiled softly up at him from the circle of his arms. He
was not a thing like her sire, and sometimes she wondered why he would have
brought someone so different across. Maybe it had just been a case of greed for
his blood, like it had been with herself. Or maybe he had been told to do it by
someone who could boss him.
Still, the way
he felt in her head when she caressed his dark power said that that was highly
unlikely. That only left that he had just arbitrarily decided to �Do It.� With
his mind in a whirl as it most often seemed to be that meant he very well could
have just decided that �The next male human who walks by is to be my next
offspring.� Or something like that.
�Or something
like that. Don�t try too hard to figure out your fellow vampires my little
Eversweet. It will give you the grandfather of all headaches. We don�t usually
have too many simple motivations. Beyond our need for blood we are just as
complex in our motives as humans, even more so. You will grow tired of this
saying in time but� to the tenth power.�
Evening came.
Mallory disentangled herself from Biter and crawled into her shower by an
effort of sheer will. Despite a very restful sleep and no pre-sleep activities
more complicated then cuddling, she felt like hammered shit. Then she had flash
backs of how many times she had been shot. Swear words and grumbles slipped out
past her lips as she washed the freshly scarred skin. The marks would fade.
Biter had reassured her that it was just she was to young to heal without a
temporary scar.
Grumbling seemed
to be the theme of the evening. She grumbled her way through some oat based
cereal product she could not quite put a name on, ate a piece of fruit that
tasted like ashes in her mouth and considered going back to bed. Biter was up
by this time though so her bed would be cold and lonely. Sighing she searched
through her closet and said a few choice swear words in a louder then grumbled
tone about her favorite t-shirt.
Her own fault
for being stupid. She needed to grow the fuck up�again. She may be tougher now
but she wasn�t immortal. She could be hurt, she could be killed. Not by any
stretch of the imagination was Mallory invulnerable.
Mallory dressed
slowly while she thought. Her pants went on one leg every five minutes and then
got buttoned up sometime in the five minutes after that. Her shirt she pulled
on a little faster and decided she needed more blood and maybe some Starbucks
to get her going.
�You are in bad
shape Eversweet. I will hunt for us and bring you back blood. You can roost in
my favorite spot and wait for �roof� service.�
She did just
that. Sluggish feeling and kind of nauseous still, Mallory waited until he had
come back several times. Then feeling fitter she left the roof for a while to
make a stop in before the Starbucks closed. They shut the gate at 11pm on
winter nights like tonight. She bought her frap, then took it back to the roof
to drink it slowly.
�Sugar instead
of blood? Where is your Sire child?�
�Out of the
country on business as far as myself and my grandsire are able to determine
from our cell phone messages that he left us. He was very vague. Vague, and
annoying. Yep that�s him all right.�
�Still you know
enough to know you should be drinking at least seven more humans worth before
the damage puts you in a coma.�
�I am watching
over her Callisto. You needn�t worry.�
The dark haired
woman turned to face Biter and smiled at him.
�Grandsire?
Doesn�t that make you feel old?�
�Hardly. Since
it�s truth of fact I really don�t feel bothered by it at all.�
Mallory fell on
the three unconscious humans that had been brought back by Biter. Her favorite
prey. Gang members. These sported green flags rather then the normal red or
blue. He had gone far a field to secure them. She was about to tear into the
third one�s neck when she sensed something wrong. Not a gang member. No this
one was an undercover law enforcement agent. Vice or FBI or ATF. She would bet
ATF considering that the green flag stood for South side Cobras. Illegal guns
were their specialty. They ran arms small and not so small throughout the city
and for hundreds of miles in any direction.
She supported
the individual an slowly took the sleep charm off him. Biter smiled but
Callisto shrieked at her that she was insane and humans as a general rule were
not supposed to know about them! It made fodder that later became more hunters!
Mallory blew off the screaming woman as inconsequential at the moment. She had
to save the officer from her but that would not be hard. He was groggily coming
too in the circle of her arms.
�What�?�
�Well officer of
whatever flavor you are, you had best count yourself lucky that I know the
smell of undercover by now.�
�Vampire. I had
heard some scuttle butt about a Vampire with a hard on for eating gang members.
Guess it wasn�t an urban legend.�
�It�s because of
them I was tossed unwilling into the unlife. I will hold a grudge forever.�
�So Vampires
really start out as humans then?�
�I did. Everyone
else�s origins are their own business.�
�Makes sense. That
lady there seems to want to eat me though so I think I�ll be taking my leave
now while that fellow is still able to hold her back.�
�I�ll take you
off the roof then and set you back down on the street. You are in Los lobos
territory though, so I�d ditch the flag.�
The cop took the
flag out of his left hand ass cheek pocket and stuffed it deep in his right hip
pocket. She lifted him up over her shoulders to lessen the bulk�s ability to
throw off her balance then she jumped over the edge of the building. Six
stories later she impacted the sidewalk without hurting the pavement or
herself. She would never let the human officer know how hard it had been to do
that.
Let him think
whatever he wished to think. Let him think that Biter had brought her those bad
people to eat as a lover�s treat. If things went the way she wanted that would
be close enough to true very soon. The only thing he needn�t think was that she
was in anyway weak. If he thought that he might try to be a good guy and save
the justice all for the courts instead of her particular brand of roadside pay
back.
He might try to
kill her if he thought that, and then she would have to snap his neck like a
twig. That would make her sad because Mallory wanted to stay a white hat for as
long as she could. When she dreamed it was of the inevitability of becoming a
black hat. She was a vampire. Some day a life would end that had no reason to
and it would be because of her. It was not something she could get out of. Some
days she was going to wake up all hunger and no humanity, and the first idiot
who got in the way was going to pay the piper for everyone no matter how small
his own debt was.
Mallory walked
the undercover officer all the way back to Southside. Reasonably safe compared
to before, he was now about to fade into the night as best as a human was
capable of doing. Mallory stopped him and carefully marked his cheek with a
small bit of her blood. Her wound closed automatically a second later. The
blood glowed and faded from view. No humans would see it but the officer was
marked against other vampires now. As a courtesy to her and her line they would
leave him be.
He whispered his
real name and gang alias to her before leaving her side. The scent of his
cologne lingered though, on her clothes and in her mind, long after the sight
of him had faded from her excellent vision. His gang name was Waylan Mercer.
His real name he had whispered even more quietly to her� Wayne Sheppard. He
was gone into the night and for the first time since she had fled into the
cursed alleyway Mallory prayed to a god she was hoping was listening this time.
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