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Submitted by Bea Ruy
“You can’t be here,” he said. “Vampires only.” I grinned a sadistic smile. “Is death allowed?”
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“You can’t be here,” he said. “Vampires only.” I sighed in annoyance. “Is death allowed?” I asked. “No, run along. There are no humans here” “No offense but, being death and all, don’t you think I’d know?” The vampire rolled his eyes. “Be quick about it kid” he let me pass.
The party was quiet, especially for vampires. I zipped by looking for the human with the red dot above his or her head. It meant he or she would die soon. My agency, Hades Corp, had many kids like me, Deaths original children. We went out and put spirit bugs on doomed creatures. They didn’t really look like bugs more like buttons really. If we didn’t do this, when the humans died, they would turn into dark entities and cause problems in our dimension.
There she was, a young woman in a back room. She smiled unknowingly that her friend was inhuman. I rolled my eyes, vampires where such a pain. The woman didn’t notice me as she kissed the vampire. On the other hand the vampire looked at me, annoyed.
Humans couldn’t see me, not unless I wanted them too. But humans wouldn’t like to know that that they’re about to die, that’s all I was to them. A symbol of death.
I sighed, placed the button on her neck. The job was done. She would be killed in the next hour. I didn’t want to stay around and find out what all that psychopathic vampire had plans for this oblivious human.
I left the building, the vampire guarding the door gave me a ‘good riddance’ glair. He was just thankful I was only a human, button boy. All the button boys had their assigned species.
I checked my watch, I had five more in my district for today. The next was an elderly man on his death bed, and a man about to be hit by a drunk driver. I came up to the last three. Finally, the night shift would take over and I could take a break. I was exhausted, today had been more then usual.
Other humans with green lights above them past me. A few jellyfish ghosts swam past my face. I smiled, they were such cute creatures. I felt bad for humans they were really missing out on the things they couldn’t see.
There they were the three where in a group. That’s when I noticed it. Her long blonde hair, his smiling gaze on her blue eyes. They shared a kiss. In each of their hands they held their daughters hands. So happy. My heart ached.
Why did I feel like this for humans? All three had red dots above their heads. I reached into my pouch, three buttons. Placing one on each of their necks. The job was done, I should go now.
I didn’t, I watched a bit longer, I even followed them. What was wrong with me? I did this every day. Men, women, and children.
It was getting late, the family turned a corner and a man with a gun came around, demanding all the money they had on them. The parents tried to calm the man down. They emptied their wallets and begged the man to spare them. He didn’t, two gunshots, two bodies. He aimed to take another shot.
I should walk away. Why did I stay in the first place? I knew how it ended.
The little girl turned and looked right at me. I looked behind me, what was she looking at. “Please help!” She screamed, crying. She could see me?
“You can’t be here,” he said. “Vampires only.” I grinned a sadistic smile.
“Is Death allowed?” The boy’s face didn’t change.
“Yeah, sure, your Death,” he muttered. “Listen, I’ve got better things to do, so just fuck off.” I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, yeah, okay, well, bye I guess,” I muttered, slowly turning around. But as I walked away, I slowly snapped my fingers, focusing on the boy. A moment later, I heard a thud. I turned around to see him lying on the ground. I smiled slightly, walking back toward the corpse. In a quick motion, I stepped over the body and walked inside.
Being Death has its perks.
“You can’t be here,” he said. “Vampires only.” I grinned a sadistic smile. “Is death allowed.” He snorted a laugh leaning against the side door frame, “I’ve seen death.” I nodded, “And don’t you recognize me?” He rolled his eyes, folding his arms, “Why don’t you go play somewhere else. Or I’ll have to make you,” the veins under his eyes turned black as he showed his now pointed teeth. I put a hand on his arm, “Maybe remember this. You know for next time.” I smiled, as I grabbed his face turning it as fast as I could. The loud snap echoed through the night. I let him fall to the ground. “Death is always watching.”
He spat blood at my feet. “No,” he declared flatly. His partner inched closer. “Especially not Death.” I laughed. “Fellas listen up. I am getting into this building. Either we can do it the easy way with you just allowing me to enter. Or we can do it a very bloody way. Choice is yours.”
The pair looked at each other and nodded. I sighed, “Bloody way it is.” I closed my eyes and letting the miasma that was my aura overtake me. I slowly open my eyes. The brown pupils and the white of my eyes were replaced by an emerald green. Not that these two anklebitters could see it. They were far to low on the power scale to even begin perceiving the differences between us.
Sadly for me, the moment I used a tiny sliver of my power, I lit up like a candle in a dark room to everyone above a groinlicker inside.
I was brought back to reality by a powerful punch to the stomach. Well it was strong enough to lift me up off the ground, it was far too weak to damage me. A perfectly synchronized punch across the jaw from the partner sent me toward some dumpsters. I landed in a trash heap.
“So much for his punk ass,” one said as they walked toward me.
“At least he will make a good lunch,” the other added. I start laughing causing them to both stop mid stride. “Come now, fellas. The night is still young.” I pick myself off the ground. The second looked to the first and they both broke out into a full run at me. The one that sent me flying reached me first. A roundhouse kick sent her into the dumpsters. The male was much more beefy. We started to exchange blows. Since I was scrawny compared to him, if someone just saw the fight without context would assume I was losing. His blows pushed and lifted me like a rag doll. But it was the opposite. My blows were far more punishing to him than his was to me.
A strike to the jaw later and he too was sent into the dumpsters. I calmly walked to the door and placed a hand on the handle. Only to pull my hand back a split second later, to avoid a pipe blow. The woman had returned this time armed with a pipe. Her swings were wild and uncoordinated. But they were fast.
I dodged as best I could. I took a few blows as I waited for an opening. It came when she thought she had the upper hand when she struck a steam vent. I reached out for her throat and hand with pipe. She struggled in vain to escape my vice grip. I slammed her into the door. Then I walked her back a good distance and run full speed. Slamming her through the door. I tossed her aside like a rag. “Fucking anklebitters,” I spat.
“You can’t be here,” he said.
“Vampires only.” I grinned a sadistic smile. “Is death allowed?”
He looked at his partner confused and wide eyed, his partner refused to make eye contact.
Typical. They were only donors what else was to be expected.
I walked past them into the building, it’s black and red hue making any who enter appear dark and lonesome no matter how gleeful one might be. Young girls littered the dance floor, while the men mostly seemed to find residence at the bar.
I scanned the room for a tall pale blonde, something practically impossible to differentiate in such a setting. Yet there she was lurking in the shadows by the bar. Strange.
“Miss.” I said as I approached her, unsure of her motives or skill.
She turned around her eyes small and rat like “who are you?”
She leaned back against the bar her eyes flicking to and fro through out the club never quite looking at me. She knew darn well who I was.
“I’m here for the money.”
“What?”
I was warned about this, she was quite skilled at pretending to be of lower ranks than she was, disgusting in my opinion.
“All of it.”
“I’m sorry I was told you guys came once a month, I’ve already given it up to another death.”
“Don’t lie to me Diane.” I said.
Her brows furrowed, as she pressed herself against the bar, her mouth fell open a moment as if her words had to claw their way up her throat.
“Human!” She screamed.
Typical.
Four or five donors rushed me, weapons drawn; although it was clear they had no intention of using them. I grabbed the girl pressing her against the bar so that she screamed, the donors skidded to a stop one or two even falling on their own swords.
The girl grabbed my head and pulled me towards her. Knocked off balance i fell into her perfectly timed kiss.
It was soft. Sweet. It was the type of kiss that sent an electric charge all the way down your spine. It was the type that made you forget. That made you - fall.
Mission:
Retrieve Diane
Diane:
Rogue vampire who successfully drained her victims of every last cent but failed to send the cash up to a higher agent, such as a death.
Mission status:
Failed
“You can’t be here,” he said. “Vampires only.” I grinned a sadistic smile. “Is death allowed?” Carl and I broke character and sighed. “Dang it. That’s not your line, George..” Carl dropped his script and rubbed his eyes. He’s done this a lot lately and I’m surprised his eyes haven’t fallen out.
“Yes. Yes it is! This is just some dumb high-school play. Why does it matter how I say it?”George crosses his arms and glared at Carl, the six-foot one theater kid.
“Guys look, Practice is over in fifteen minutes let’s just move on with it—“
“Kaley, this isn’t football,” Carl said, cutting me off rudely, “It’s a dumb highschool play, Now—“
“Ha ha! You said it was dumb!” George stated in a mocking tone.
“Oh shut it, Now—“
Carl was cut off once more by George who was still mocking him.
“Oh what is it with you!” Carl shouted picking up his script just to throw it down again, for dramatic effect. (He’s a theatre kid, what did you expect)
“What is it with me? No—What is it with you!” George yells back, His finger pointed at Carl.
“There’s nothing wrong with me!” Carl replies, Crossing his arms and glaring at George.
“Yes there is! You’re running this play like we’re on Broadway—or something like that—! It’s a high school play! And I doubt the presidents going to be here. It’s a thirty minute Halloween play that only our moms will be here for!”
“Well put your best smile on Georgie cuz Mommas bringing her camera!” Carl shouts, tearing the script from my hands and throwing it on the ground, joining his.
“Will you stop doing that!”
“Stop doing what?”
“Throwing the paper on the ground! It’s annoying!”
“Oh like this?” Carl then grabs George’s script from George’s hands and throws it on the ground where mine and his script had already landed.
“Oh,” George held a glare on Carl as he balled his fists, “I am done. Goodbye. Find yourself a new death!” George then proceeded to pick up the three scripts that were laying on the ground and threw them at Carl’s feet.
Carl scoffed, watching George walk off the stage then walked off the stage, heading towards the opposite door.
I flinched once hearing George’s door slam, Then once again when Carl’s slammed, And again when the main doors slammed open.
I quickly turned around finding Chris holding four cups of coffee with his back faced toward me.
“I brought coffee,” he started in a sing-song voice. “Where did every one go?” He gave me a confused look.
“You missed it! They almost bit off each other’s heads!” I sighed, Sitting down with my feet dangling off the edge of the stage.
Chris’s confuses look changed into a knowing one before he replied, “Again?”
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