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This was just somethng that came to me a while ago, wheather i continue with it or not is decided on how much insperation i get for it.
So...enjoy!
P.S. Sorry about the rubbish title.
Chapter 1
That light...it's so bright...Why can't I move? Who are you? Yeah, you with the needle. What's that for? Hey, don't bring that near me, stop! DON'T!
“Maggie”
Huh? Who's that?
“Maggie.”
Arthur?
“Maggie!” My eyes snapped open and I looked up to Arthur. I studied him, his thinning black hair, light green eyes and his clothes; a priest outfit, white collar and all. His fingers were tangled in my hair and he smiled down at me. “It's alright now, Maggie. Was it another nightmare?”
“The same one.” I yawned and forced myself to sit up, looking at my clock. “It's already five-thirty?”
“Sure is, and it's almost time for your rounds. Would you like something to eat first?”
“Sounds great.” I ran a hand through my hair as Arthur strolled towards my door.
“Would you like a flute of blood with that?” He asked while looking over his shoulder with a smile.
“Delicious.” I licked my top lip and stood. While Arthur prepared my food I changed into a pair of black pants, shirt and heavy boots. I strolled into the kitchen and stopped, looking at my reflection in the mirror, blood red eyes and short, jet black hair, full red lips and pale skin. “Vampires aren't supposed to have reflections.” I muttered moodily.
“Yes, but you're special.” Arthur smiled and tapped a large box on the table. “This should cheer you up.”
“What is it?” I walked over and sat down, he waggled his finger.
“Eat first.” He pushed a plate of raw stake closer to me. I ate slowly, enjoying the taste and when I was done I took the flute glass and brought it to my lips.
“So what's in the box?” I asked before taking a sip of the sweet blood. Arthur chuckled and lifted the lid off, revealing a new toy to me.
“It's CZ-75 semi-automatic, nine millimeter Luger. It's highly accurate.”
“Magazine capacity?”
“Sixteen rounds. The bullets have, of course, been blessed.” He handed the gun to me and I weighed it up with a toothy grin.
“Perfect.”
“I knew you'd like it.”
“I can't wait to test it.” I downed the rest of my drink and slowly stood, walking through the large living room to the front door, grabbing my black trench coat on the way out. Arthur stood on the doorstep and watched me stroll down the driveway.
“May the Lord keep you safe, my child!” He called after me. I kept walking, whispering an 'amen' to myself, and dug into my pockets, pulling out a pair of black leather gloves and slipped them on. I was walking for hours, until late into the night. The cold air smelt of foul nightwalker scum hiding in the darkest shadows of the night and I couldn't wait to eradicate them all, to see the look in their eyes as my bullet penetrates their skull, and to hear their cries as they become dust. Ah, just the thought of it gets me excited. Suddenly the smell of blood filled my nostrils and I looked across the street to a window three floors up, the light was on and a splash of blood hit the glass. I grinned. It was time to test my new toy. A dark smoke surrounded me and I became one with it, floating over to the window, sliding under the crack and forming into my solid self in a tiny living room. Everything was smeared with blood, the walls, the carpet and even family photographs. I could hear a nightwalker feasting in the kitchen and walked across the room, the carpet squelching under my boots, and drew my CZ. As I rounded the corner and stepped through the door I saw the male nightwalker leaning over a woman, her lifeless light blue eyes stared at me and her last thoughts, I could tell, were 'help me'.
“Nightwalker!” I called to him confidently. He pulled away from his meal and growled at me, his brown eyes meeting my red ones. “Heh, another fake.”
“You're calling me a fake, day walker?” He slowly rose to his feet and I could see the bloodstains on his clothes.
“I maybe a day walker but I show the traits of a true vampire. While you...” I cocked my gun between my teeth. “Are nothing but a fake. Who made you?”
“I will never tell you, day walker!” He snarled, bearing his fangs.
“I am Magravine, hunter of the nightwalkers.” I aimed for his head. “And I will send you to the deepest depths of hell!” The nightwalker lunged at me and I pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated his skull and he flew back, turning to dust before he hit the sink. My gaze fell to the woman and I pitied her, she didn't deserve to die like that. I put a bullet in her too, so she wouldn't come back as an undead servant, and turned to exit the room when I heard a whimper from one of the cupboards. I gazed over my left shoulder to see the one under the sink open a fraction. “It's safe to come out.” I calmly told the person hiding. A young boy slipped out with tears streaming down his face from his blue eyes. His red hair was a mess and his pajama's were splashed with blood, the poor kid was no older than ten.
“M-Mum...?” He shook the lifeless body gently.
“Is that blood yours?” I asked him. He looked up at me and shook his head. “Are you bitten?” He shook his head again. I closed my eyes for a moment and quietly prayed for him. “May the Lord keep you safe, amen.” I said before turning to smoke and leaving the boy alone.
“What did you do Magravine?” Arthur sat on a chair with his hand on a bible; he was reading it before I returned home. “Did you kill an innocent human?”
“No, she was going to be a servant.” I bit my bottom lip. “She had a son, ten years old... no sign of the father...”
“You left him?”
“I didn't know what else to do. I said a prayer for him if it helps.”
“Unfortunately it doesn't.” He sighed. “He is now venerable to the nightwalkers and the next time you see him, he could be a servant.”
I sighed again and placed the back of my hand on my forehead. “I don't like kids.”
“But like you he now has no family.”
“I have you.” I turned my head to look at him. His eyes softened as he looked at me, as though he was going to cry.
“He doesn't have anyone.”
“He has the Lord.” I argued helplessly.
“The Lord can only watch over his children, he cannot protect them from that which has walked upon the Earth for centuries. But he can aid in their protection by sending a savior.”
“Me for example?”
“I suppose so.” He smiled. “Have I changed your mind?”
I gave a low growl and got to my feet. “I'll regret this...I know I will...” I disappeared in my dark smoke and reappeared in the kitchen where the boy lived. He had fallen asleep next to his mother’s body, curled up in a ball. I knelt behind him and brushed some of his hair from his face, he stirred and opened his eyes, and they fell on me, filling with fear. “I won’t hurt you.” I reassured him, smiling without showing my fangs, and he responded by throwing himself at me and clinging to my shirt. I rested a hand on his head. “What is the name your mother gave you?”
“Lee…” He whimpered. “My name is Lee.”
“Lee.” I repeated. “Do not be afraid by what I do next.” I held him close as the dark smoke surrounded us and I transported us back to my home. Lee pushed away from my body and backed away, the fear had returned to his eyes and he backed into Arthur.
“I see we have a guest.” He smiled. Lee let out a cry and ran past Arthur, heading up the stairs.
“I don’t know who he was more scared of.” I scratched the back of my head.
“Perhaps you should have walked home.” He suggested with a chuckle. “Would you like me to locate the young boy?”
“No, I know where he is.” I calmly made my way up the stairs and quietly strolled into one of the spare rooms and to a cupboard, slowly opening the door. Lee pressed himself against the back wall with wide eyes, obviously terrified of me. “Why are you scared?”
“B-Because you’re g-going to e-eat me.” He stammered.
“Human is not in my diet.” I tilted my head to the side as he drew his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knee. “I’m curious. You knew that I was a vampire and yet you came with me. Why?”
“He…that thing called you a day walker…I thought you didn’t have dark powers. My mother always told me not to trust things with dark powers.”
“I’m different from the others, I am a day walker and I use my talents to wipe the nightwalkers from the Earth.”
“Why? What makes you different from them?”
“I will tell you in the light hours.” I placed my hand on his head then ran my hand over his face, forcing him into a deep sleep. I scooped him up and the covers moved back, I placed him on the mattress and pulled the covers over him. I ran my hand through his hair one last time before leaving the room and returning downstairs.
“Is our guest sleeping?”
“Yes.” I stared out of the window at the moon, so full and bright. “He will need clothes.”
“I sort some out in the morning.” He smiled. “And may the Lord give us the strength to protect this boy.”
“Amen.”