She was more of a danger than any creature he fought. It wasn’t because what she was, it was because she was immune! What would happen if she just-so-happened to change sides and still had that immunity? They’d be screwed! And if that immunity could be passed on? It didn’t matter what he did in the west then if this little vampyre could just pass along her special trait.
And how could she be immune to holy water? She had satan’s blood running through her! She may have not killed people but all the animals? Those were still murders, still deaths.
Briggs was contemplating so hard on this vampyre that he hardly noticed that she stopped talking.
“Sir…we’ve been at this for hours,” she said, her voice cracking. It was beginning to crack after she got through telling her sister’s point of view. “Mind if I can get a drink of-”
The hunter clasped a hand on his throat and narrowed his eyes.
“Water…geesh, blood’s not going to help my sore throat!” she tried to yell but her voice was harsh like sandpaper. “Please sir…I came here on my own, at least I deserve is some water.”
He got up from his seat brushing past the dead girl as he headed towards the door. A cold shiver crawled through him when he did not smell the usual deathly and lustful smell that all her kind shared. His hand gribbed on the knob cursing under his breath.
Was she even immune to death’s mark? How was that possible? A vampyre wasn’t righteous, that was just the way it was.
“Do you know what you’re going to do?” she asked innocently, her voice still quiet and hoarse. “Please tell me you finally have an answer for me…because the longer we wait here the-”
“I’ll tell you when you finish the story,” he said not even turning to look at her. Staring at those different color eyes was soon going to drive him mad.
Briggs shut the door behind him and did not return for hours, leaving one locked up tired little vampyre alone in the dark.
* * *
The one thing the Briggs didn’t expect to see was to see the vampyre he left shackled sitting on his desk with the shackles place neatly on the wooden chair by the door smiling pleasantly at him.
“How did-”
“When you leave someone in a room for six hours you really don’t have much right to go and complain on what they do to occupy time,” she smiled placing her arms over her head to stretch. “Did you figure out the answer while you were gone?”
“Those were ordained by a priest, holy relics! You shouldn’t have been able to get out of those!” He gritted through his teeth. His fingers tensed on the water bottle in his hand like it was some sort of stress ball. The hunter took a deep breathe calming down his nerves. The damned thing didn’t do anything but sneak out of the locks and occupy time. There was no reason to be angry about it.
Except that she could get out.
“No, I haven’t,” he said, his voice and composure calm and placid now. Briggs watched the girl hop down off the desk and take his water bottle. “I went to check it out for myself and discovered nothing so I’m still undecided. I’ll have it when you finish that story. You left off about Louie and you getting captured.”
“Why are you into this anyways?” She asked taking a swig. “You already know the outcome. Louie came back nice and safe and Ellie’s tucked up in bed somewhere listening to your brother tell her a good night story.”
“Well, you still haven’t told about those eyes of yours, have you?” Briggs took a seat watching her very warily, but his eyes and face never showed his precautions.
“You humans and your curiosity,” She sighed taking another swig from the bottle. “Right after Luna smashed my face in, I don’t know how many boot smacks that was, she took Louie and I to the dungeons that were loca-”
“Wait,” he stopped her. “How did you have dungeons if you just moved into the area? Colonies of vampyres can’t move that fast.”
She laughed. “We didn’t make a colony, Mr. Briggs. When you were gone out west another clan was planning to do what Luna was doing. She just kicked them out. They planned too long and Luna took that to her advantage. We had an underground city right when we arrived.”
He said nothing this time. This was expected, it was just something he didn’t want to believe.
“Damian had been thrown in jail as well. Luna was still pissed off he tried to end you before she was ready. It was stepping into her territory. When I was first placed in that cell I never saw Damian and maybe that was a good thing. He probably would have made that week and a half hell, well worse hell than it was.”
“You were in there for over a week?”
“Mmhhmm,” she nodded. “Mimi’s blood left me during the middle of it as well. But I managed to sit in a corner and contain myself. Talking helped. Talking always did. Louie heard a lot of stories, probably more than I wanted him to know. I guess I even talked in my sleep because he began to know things that I made sure not to talk about and that seemed to be the only explanation.
“Luna still wanted me to feed and she sent Piper down to check on me every day to make sure I wasn’t feeding on rats or anything to ruin my new ‘life style’.”
“Who’s Piper?” he interrupted once again.”
“She is probably my only friend in my ‘family’”, She said. “She isn’t the greatest friend but she’s the only one that still talks to me. There used to be a time when I really did rule half of the clan. I even got them to go veggie. But there was a split, a division I guess, between my followers and Luna’s. Luna was also threatened about it as well and soon took care of the problem. She got full control and everyone was afraid to speak to me. Only people that would were Damian and Piper. I hated Damian so it just left Piper to talk to. She respects me but at the same time she won’t do anything against Luna’s rule. But only an idiot would go against my sister.”
Both vampyre and hunter smiled at that last comment.
“With Piper checking on me I didn’t get to sneak anything to prevent myself from doing the unthinkable. No matter how much I try to fight it, I’m still this horrible monster. If I waited until I starved myself my primitive instinct would take over and I’d act more like an animal than anything else. Piper saw it coming too, when the week went by and she noticed I was just lying down and barely moving she knew I was trying to conserve energy to maintain control. That was when she suggested that I just take a n** at your son.”
Briggs narrowed his eyes at her.
“I didn’t do it and you know it!” she retorted crossing her arms. “It’s just that one n** to turn someone. We just have to p***k them with our fangs and their screwed. But Piper thought differently. She made a good argument actually. She pointed out if I didn’t I would eventually rip him to shreds when I went crazy. She said that if he was turned then I would have tasted human which would make Luna happy. Everybody wins, as she put it.”
“But not you, right?” he asked clamping down onto his pen. “Because you’re a ‘righteous’ vampyre?”
“I just couldn’t bring myself to do it, alright?” she sighed staring down at the ground. “At the time it was the most logical and safest decision. Your kid wouldn’t be gouged apart…he’d be damned but he wouldn’t be shredded like tiger meat. Luna would be pleasantly pleased but I just couldn’t do it.”
“And what about Damian? Does he ever come back into this story? Or was that one encounter with Ellie it?”
She looked up at him, her gold eyes glowing while the blue remained the same. Briggs tried to control the spreading of goose bumps. “No…unfortunately his jail cell was closer than I thought and he heard everything that went on that past week. Guess I was stupid to forget him in part of this wretched equation I call my life.”
to be continued…
