Wither: Fix Me
by Quortoth
Chapter 11: Fix Me
“The Doctor said that was a close one,” sighed Ramona sitting in a chair next to Cillian’s bed in the hospital. He laid there all bandaged up. “I should go, you need your rest.”
“I can’t sleep,” sighed Cillian looking at the bandages over his chest, he new that now he was vulnerable. “What happened to-”
“Mark’s fine.”
“I could have killed him,” stated Cillian, he turned his face away, “I don’t know why I care.”
Ramona looked at him earnestly, “He’s my brother, but at the moment. I don’t care.”
He looked at her confused, “Why?”
“You saved that girl, tried to save that woman,” said Ramona.
“She died,” He looked down, like he was ashamed of himself, “I didn’t want to, help-”
“Yes you did, you’ve got morals.”
“Always had them,” he replied quickly.
“Vamps have morals?” she seemed slightly intrigued.
“Without the soul, there’s no consequences to our actions, and we forget our morals.”
“You’re not a vampire,” replied Ramona. “We’re not going to let you be one.”
Cillian looked at his I.V. dazed like almost, “Julia said that.”
“Who?” she questioned.
“Never mind,” replied Cillian, he laid with his eyes closed, head on his soft pillow. They didn’t talk for a moment, “You don’t like me. None of you people do. Leave, please.”
“I should be here to keep track of things.”
“You should be out there, either sleeping in your comfortable bed, or hunting down your baddies.”
Ramona swallowed, then she continued, “Why did you threaten that man, threaten to survive, hunt him down and kill him if he shot me?”
“Cause I thought it was right.” Pause. “Maybe it would keep him from killing you.” Cillian knew where she was going with things, “Don’t you remember, you said I was wrong.”
“What?”
“Now you’re just trying to butter me up. Not going for it Lady Red, not going for it at all. I don’t like you that much, I admit. I admit, you’re smart, and I bet you look a fine bit well naked but that’s how a monster feels, thinks.”
“No,” clarified Ramona, “That’s how most men are.”
“Men are monsters, learn that now or you’ll not wake up in that alley that some pervert has struck you down in and had his way with you,” stated Cillian, Ramona just looked at him. “It’s truth.”
“I know truth, I don’t need to hear it from you.”
“Don’t think I don’t know you fancy me now,” he looked at her aggressively, “You don’t have a big enough father figure, makes you easy.”
“I’m not easy, and my father is fine,” growled Ramona.
“I’m not what you think. I’m not going to stay this way,” he growled, clearly, spoke to her like she was stupid. “I’m not going to be part of this vulnerable race for much longer. No more than a week, I will die, one way or another.”
“That’s what you think,” replied Ramona, “You just need to realize-”
“You know what you need to realize. I’m not going to marry you, Lassie. You’re not going to have my children, we’re not going to have a grand house, with the picket fence and a riding lawnmower.”
“I don’t love you, I don’t like you. I know that you’re some evil fiend, bad man. I know all that, I’ve realized that, and I’m not going to kill you, or let any vampires do it. You have a chance at life,” explained Ramona, “It’s your loss if you don’t use it, not mines. You die now, I could live on. Hell, I would throw a party because I wouldn’t have to worry about that monkey on my back. You, a big monkey.”
“Harsh words for a small girl,” growled Cillian, some of that was a indefinable laugh because she called him a big monkey. “I would take great pleasure in your death as well. The kill, how sweet. I’d bathe in your blood, dance, sing. Live life with a new lust for things in all things death.”
“You Goth.”
“This life will end,” he stated.
“Good,” she stood up, “I’m kind of sick of listening to you, so can‘t wait for you to die, maybe I‘ll send you a balloon with it.”
“Good,” replied Cillian, he closed his eyes, “The voices have more interesting matters to talk with me about, and I don’t seem to mind.”
Ramona stood there for a moment then she walked out of the room. Cillian leaned back deep into the pillow under his head and closed his eyes. If he couldn’t sleep, he could think.
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“He took a bullet for you?” questioned Fisher.
They stood in Fisher’s living room. It was almost dawn. Fisher stood in his velvet robe and pajamas making some coffee.
“Yeah,” sighed Ramona.
“And you wake me up now to tell me this?”
“Stalker, stalker, tried to blow my head off,” clarified Ramona, “I’m sure he was human to.”
“So, some human has a beef with you. Call the cops, that’s what they’re for. You saw the man’s face right?”
“I did,” Ramona sunk into her watcher’s couch.
“Then you can identify him. Cillian is a human being, he got shot, there’s a case there.”
“I’m a slayer Fisher, I shouldn’t be going to court. Shouldn’t be telling the cops-”
“I’m sure you’re not planning to kill him,” stated Fisher, eyes wide, knowing sort of. “That’s not what slayers do.”
“I want to know why he tried,” sighed Ramona. “I don’t want to kill him.”
“You rather give him a chance at you?”
“No-”
“Tell the police, that’s all I can really tell you,” assured Fisher.
“What did I do to deserve getting shot at?” she questioned.
“Actually, I’d like to get back to our other situations. I want to know what’s wrong with Cillian, or right for that matter.”
She looked at him in an annoyed manner, “I don’t want to hear anymore about him Fisher.”
“Understandably, but this is a major problem.”
“Oh, so a man trying to blow my head off isn’t that big of a priority. Well, when he’s done I’ll have him send my head to you in a doggy bag. Then we can find out what’s wrong with Cillian, You know?” said Ramona in a sarcastic manner.
“I’m not belittling the situation. These are mortal matters Ramona, not slayer matters,” said Fisher sitting down at the bar on one of the stools.
She looked down, “We should stop caring all together.”
“This entire situation has changed you Ramona,” he stated truthfully.
“No it hasn’t.”
“Maybe it started at the dreams, I don’t know Ramona, but you’re not acting the way a slayer should.”
She sat up straight, “How does the slayer handbook say I should act?”
“Stop being so rebellious to your calling Ramona. Just endured it.”
“I want to deal with something else,” said Ramona looking down at the Coffee table, “I want a life.” Seemed everyone kind of had a coffee table. “I don’t need to worry about him, he doesn’t want me to.”
“This is the man that wants to either become an evil demon or die completely. Thinks hell wouldn’t be half as bad as Earth,” explained Fisher.
She was worried for Fisher, worried for her family, her friends. That stalker knew about them, she could almost guarantee that.
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Cillian was looking at his hands, bruised and scraped knuckles from Mark’s face. Mark was probably in this hospital. The police had come in earlier. Cillian was busy talking to himself so he didn’t want to talk to them. He yelled at them and had them taken out of the room.
Now they’d know better than to try and ask him questions. Crazy man will yell gibberish at you and then orderlies will come and encourage leaving.
A nurse was fixing Cillian’s I.V. as he sat in the bed, just looking at his hands. The woman was very quiet, kind of old. Cillian looked at her, he was reluctant about her. Spoke to her anyway: “Do you ever feel yourself…getting older? With every passing moment?”
The woman just looked him, “No, I don’t think about it.”
“I feel…myself dying.”
“I wouldn’t think to hard on it Sweetie,” she pulled away from the I.V. holder, “Being shot lets one feel his vulnerability.”
“I really feel like I’m dying, feel my body aging,” stated Cillian, he looked at his feet covered up in that blanket.
“Well honey, don’t think about it. Worry makes premature aging,” she said, “Smile a little more often, and think about good things. You‘re life will improve.”
Cillian thought this woman was slightly crazy. Suggesting to ‘Smile a little.’ Cillian didn’t want to smile. The woman gave him a gentle look and she left the room. He looked around.
That door was open all the time it seemed. Why did they never close it? It hit him, his chest hurt.
Bullet wounds, wouldn’t want one. Even if someone paid him a million dollars to get another. Cillian wanted to see it. What did a bullet wound look like?
He knew what one looked like. Looked like on the body of an immortal. But not in a vulnerable human body. He put his hand on the bandages over his shirtless chest. It stung a little to touch them. Slowly, he pulled the bandage back.
Didn’t have any hair on his chest to pull off, only had that on his face. He wondered why it’d grown back so quickly. Not even a day, matter of hours, 5, 6. Itched a lot.
Slowly he pulled the bandage off. Looked at the wound. Where were the stitches? Where was that wound? Cillian’s eyes grew to slits, he looked there at that red mark suspiciously. He could remember them taking the bullet out, they couldn’t put him under for it, couldn’t do anything for him he wouldn‘t even pass out.
He remembered the stitches being made. He remembered every part about it. Where did all that go? Just a red spot, not even a scar. Cillian threw off his sheets, pulled out the I.V.
The hospital never hooked him up to a catheter or anything. He threatened to hunt them down and slowly kill their families after realizing what one was. He stood up, the kept him in his pants. He refused to let them take them, kicking one of the male nurses in the face in the process. That’s why they didn’t have his shoes either.
Very wild for a bullet wound patient. They were worried he was going to bleed all over the place. Cillian pushed his hair out of his eyes slowly looking at the ugly tiling on the floor.
Cillian slowly went towards the door throwing down the old bandage from his wound. Maybe healing fast was a good sign. Maybe he was somehow turning back. Cillian stepped out of the room.
The hall was long and white. Hardly anyone around. Cillian pushed his hair out of his eyes again, scratched his jaw line. He thought about it, he’d have to find an elevator, or get down the stairs. Wherever they were.
“Hey, what are you doing out of bed?” questioned one of the orderlies.
“Leaving,” stated Cillian angrily.
“You’re in no condition to….leave,” stated the orderly looking at his wound, no wound, the red mark, like a small blotch of sun burn.
Another orderly came up behind Cillian. Cillian looked around quickly, this was the psychiatric ward of the hospital. Cillian saw the sign that said so, “WHEN DID YOU PUT ME HERE?!!”
“Calm down,” stated one of the orderlies.
“NO!!” roared Cillian.
“Just give him the damn shot!!” said the first orderly.
“NO!” roared Cillian again.
Cillian shot off down the hall passing them up. He didn’t know where to go in this large hospital. He knew he was faster than those orderlies. He turned a corner. There was a caged door. As he got to it he grabbed onto the top of it where it stood as a wall. He slammed his legs against the door and it flew open.
He jumped down and took off down the hall. Orderlies were traveling fast behind him. He went towards the elevator and went into it quickly. He pushed the number 1 button on the dial pad, door closed. That elevator had a doctor with him, and an orderly.
“Cillian,” stated the Doctor.
Cillian backed into the back of the elevator breathing hard. The orderly grabbed out the medication needed for an injection. Suddenly Cillian kicked the syringe from the orderly’s hand.
The doctor pushed the stop button on the elevator. The orderly went to punch Cillian. Cillian ducked out of the way, he kicked the orderly in the stomach. The man flew back hitting the wall. He was kicked in the face and knocked unconscious.
Cillian punched the doctor across the face. The doctor was out. Cillian didn’t know how to get the elevator going. The doors of the elevator started opening. He backed up to the back of the elevator cab breathing hard. His fists were bleeding again. His hair dangled down in his eyes, sweat went down his forehead.
Orderlies stood out there. Cillian wouldn’t go willingly. They started going towards him. One of them grabbed him by the arm and tried to inject the needle. Cillian threw his arm back away from him. He kicked the man in the crotch.
Another came at him, he punched that one across the face. He kicked another. Two of the orderlies grabbed him by the arms. He was pulled out of the elevator and thrown down on the floor. Cillian kicked one. He bit another’s leg as one of them went to inject him with the stuff. The other orderlies tried to hold Cillian down.
Quickly Cillian in the struggled grabbed the syringe and stabbed it into another’s leg. The orderly went down unconscious. Cillian got to his feet quickly, punched one across the face on his left. Elbowed one of his right.
Cillian ran for the door to the stairs. He opened it quickly and went down the stairs. Ran and ran, skipped some at a time. He went and went, and went. Could hear the orderlies coming.
Cillian went against one of the walls. He was hurting all over. His chest was growing tight. His heart was pounding hard against his head, the sweat on his face dripping down into his eyes. Cillian fell backwards from holding himself up against the wall.
He fell down one flight of stairs land on his stomach. He grabbed his hand over his heart, right hand as his left side went numb. Cillian was really afraid, his breathing was too fast. He wanted to calm down. The room was spinning.
“What’s….going-” he couldn’t finish it, too confused. Such pain.
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Ramona almost dozed off during Chemistry. “You should be happy I copied those notes for you,” stated Katie as they sat down at the table they always sat down at lunch, alone.
“I am happy you did,” assured Ramona drinking a cup of coffee.
“You should go home,” suggested Katie, “Frankly Ramona, you look like death.”
“I’m fine. I just need to get more coffee in my system,” assured Ramona.
“No, you need more sleep in your system. Sleep good, for growing girl,” Katie said the last part like a cave man.
“Not like I’m going to get any taller now,” stated Ramona.
Katie smiled. Ramona looked at her tray, didn’t want to eat anymore. Just wanted to go to sleep, “You have to sleep sometime.”
“Not till I know the people dear to me are safe,” said Ramona. “This stalker could be watching me right now. Plotting against me, whatever.”
“Why do you think he wants to kill you?”
“Don’t know,” replied Ramona plainly, “Sometimes, I guess I just piss people off.”
“Oh, that reminds me. The cheerleaders have really changed since I dropped them, and of course you helped, with the heroic ass kicking.”
Ramona smiles just a little, too tired to smile a any more, “I think she’s just worried I’m going to report that to the police. Of course if you want to-”
“I’m fine, as long as they don’t try it again,” assured Katie.
“Completely understandable,” smirked Ramona taking a drink of her coffee from it’s Styrofoam cup.
“I don’t think, John wants anything to do with her anymore,” stated Katie.
“You told him?” questioned Ramona.
“No, I mean we talk sometimes, not that I’m hitting on him-”
“I don’t care if you hit on him,” sighed Ramona, “He’s not mine. I just don’t care. I don’t care about anything but keeping people safe.”
“Cause I’m not hitting on him. Whatever,” finished Katie, “So he broke up with her. The door is-”
“It’s not open,” corrected Ramona looking Katie in the eyes sternly, “He made it very, very clear that he doesn’t want a single thing to do with me.”
“Don’t you want to ask, talk with him maybe?”
“No. I mean, sometimes, I worry I’m going to be alone forever. But, I just don’t sometimes too,” replied Ramona.
“Being alone is hard. Good thing I have a boyfriend,” she giggled.
It was a joking situation, Ramona laughed a little, “I just don’t need one right now. At least not till that stalker is gone.”
“Good thinking.”
“I would like it if you either stay with me, or in a bomb shelter locked in,” stated Ramona.
“Yeah, I’ll stay in the bomb shelter,” joked Katie.
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Everything was kind of foggy in the room. Cillian blinked harder, moved his arms. Which weren’t moving. He couldn’t remember dreaming, anything at all. He wasn’t wearing any pants.
Cillian tried to decipher the room. His face itched more, his hair was in his eyes. He wasn’t completely naked, wore the greatest fashions in the hospital. That psychiatric ward, a real place for the trend setters. He looked around the room as his vision cleared vaguely.
There was a woman in that room. She was tall, wore a red satin dress with a black shawl. This woman sat across the room from him in a chair. Her hair was long and wavy, black. Her eyes were large and blue. Very thin woman, looked to be of European heritage.
He looked at her with utter confusion, he pulled at his arms. Restrained to the bed, he couldn’t take his eyes off the woman, he was suspicious of her. Pulled harder, the restraints wouldn’t loosen. “LET ME OUT!!”
“I don’t think they’ll do it,” said the calm woman, her voice of Scottish, or Irish decent, he couldn’t tell. Like his voice, it could sound either way, but deeper of course.
“Who are you?” growled Cillian.
“Why, you don’t recognize me? How could that be?” she laughed practically, putting one leg over the other. She wore leather boots, nice ones, there sat a charm around her neck.
“You’re not real are you?” growled Cillian, he didn’t like how his hair sat on his face.
“I have to say you’ve aged quite a lot Cillian, since I last saw you. Me, your flesh and blood sister,” she answered.
“Beatrice?”
“No, no, no,” corrected the woman, “Bianca now, at least that’s what Tahophran calls me I like it enough, better then the idea of our crazy mother. Hey whatever happened to her?”
“I killed her,” replied Cillian bluntly.
“I see…How’s being a vamp treating you, or…not?”
“You did this,” hissed Cillian.
“Now, Cillian, why would I do this. Why would I turn you into a dying mortal, why, you’ve never done a thing to me. I was never a jealous child. Rebellious, left for a man that well, he isn’t a man now…” she thought about it, “Actually he’s dead. I had a herd of goats chase him down and eat him alive after I blew up his manhood and made him blind.”
“That’s how you got the job?”
“Of course,” laughed his sister.
“Get me out of here,” replied Cillian.
“Can’t little brother,” said his sister, a sigh, sad one, “At least not yet.”
“Why am I like this?”
“Human, or-” she questioned.
“Human.”
“I don’t know, now someone might, someone that hates you could be the one that put this curse on you. Or it was someone that wanted you to learn a lesson, make you take your own medicine,” she explained, she folded her hands over her knees. “I’m just here to help. In the long run.”
“How, if you won’t set me free?!” he growled.
“Calm down, in a couple of hrs. days if your lucky, your heart won’t be able to take it, that anger,” assured Bianca.
“What?” hissed Cillian.
“You should see it for yourself,” she sighed.
“Oh, my god,” stated Katie standing at the doorway, the entrance into the hospital room, with Fisher and Ramona.
“It’s a curse alright,” stated Fisher candidly.
“WHAT IS IT?!” demanded Cillian.
Cillian sat in the bed. His hair had grown longer. He had crows feet around his eyes. It looked like he aged 30 yrs. Good looking still, to an older woman. His hair laid on his shoulders, wavy, black, some gray. Cillian started pulling at his restraints.
“They can’t see me,” stated Bianca.
“What?!” roared Cillian.
“They can’t, shouldn’t, at least yet…I hope you do know they’d probably try and kill me,” assured Bianca.
“Why won’t you help me?!!” roared Cillian pulling at the restraints.
“Because you’re evil,” replied Ramona.
Cillian was looking over to Bianca, “What’s wrong with me?!!” he demanded, almost to the point of it being a sob.
“You look like my dad,” stated Katie.
“I have to go,” replied Bianca, “Tahophran calls.”
“SCREW HIM!!” yelled Cillian.
One of the orderlies heard him yelling, “What are you people doing in here?” the orderly replied, “Oh, my god, you….your…your face. You’ve aged.”
Cillian knew it to the fullest now, that’s why he was capable of having a heart attack. His body was aging, he felt himself dying, he knew it was that, dying.
“He’s developed quite a nice beard,” stated Fisher, “Makes him look rather intelligent.”
“GO AWAY!!” yelled Cillian, “GO, GO, GO, GO!!!”
“You need to leave,” said the Orderly going towards Cillian.
“We came to-” began Fisher.
“Go please, you’re making the patient angry,” stated the orderly.
Another came into the room. Ramona, Katie, and Fisher were eased out of the room. The orderlies held down the yelling Cillian. The injected him with a high dosage of medication, did it over and over again till Cillian finally become unconscious.
“That was different,” stated Katie, “I thought he was hot, now it’s kind of, weird.”
“You can’t go back to see the patients without official permission,” stated the orderly, his colleagues had left Cillian’s room with him, and the door was closed behind them.
“We were just worried,” stated Fisher, “He was so young. I know hear attacks usually don‘t do that.”
“Yeah,” said one of the orderlies in a dazed fashion, “That was freaky.”
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“I think I know what did this,” stated Fisher as they left the hospital, “Though, I don’t think there’s a cure.”
“So he won’t get what he wants,” sighed Ramona, “But he will.”
“He’ll die of old age, or something natural,” said Katie.
Fisher stepped in front of Ramona as they walked down the hall, “I’m going to go check and see if there’s an antidote.”
“Why not just let him die?” questioned Ramona, “He is evil, and he was given this through a curse.”
“We could still change his fate drastically Ramona,” answered Fisher.
“I say make him young or don’t help him at all,” suggested Katie. They stopped to look at her, Katie fessed up, “So yeah, I’m a little materialistic. Who isn’t?”
They started walking again, “We save lives Ramona.”
“I should go home and check on Mark and my dad,” said Ramona.
“Is this about that stalker again?” Fisher questioned, a little annoyed, “I thought I told you to call the police.”
“I didn’t, so quite spazzing about it,” stated Ramona, “I’m just going to play things a certain way.”
“Make sure whatever you do Ramona, it’s safe,” suggested Fisher, “Deeply repeating myself, deeply. Just go to the police.”
“Can’t,” she said bluntly, “Not yet anyway. I’m not going to let this man strike fear in me.”
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It was raining out. The day was like in a groggy state. Cillian stood, young again, in a cemetery. There was a funeral going on. He didn’t know who it was, he just stood there in the back ground of the people.
Fisher, Ramona, and Katie were there. With Bianca. No battle going on between the good guys and his vengeance demon sister. They must not know what she is. There were a bunch of people he didn’t recognize and couldn’t really see their faces anyway.
“Cillian Armos,” stated the priest at the gravestone. Already in place, a coffin in an open hole, “He was an enemy of most but a brother to one. Only one for that matter. He died a lonely old man.”
“I’m not old,” sighed Cillian looking at his hands, he felt like he couldn’t think correctly.
“He was a fiend of darkness most of his life. Rapping women, molesting children-”
“Hey, I didn’t molest children,” growled Cillian.
“Killing nuns, and priests alike, humans, and demons. He was very egotistic and self-centered to the end. When his immortal corpse took a turn for the worst with a curse,” the priest cleared his throat, Fisher, Ramona, and Katie all had the giggles. “Truthfully none of us will miss him. And if you open up that coffin, you may spit before he goes down. I have already.”
“I’VE NEVER MET YOU!!” roared Cillian, “WHY WOULD YOU SPIT ON ME!!?”
They ignored Cillian. People were lining up next to the coffin to spit at him. Cillian was confused, his heart was bounding hard against his head. He was soaked in water. Completely soaked.
His vision went out suddenly, he couldn’t breath. He went down on his knees. The room felt different. There wasn’t any air, there wasn’t any. He was laying in a bed and it was completely dark. He heard rain drops.
Cillian pushed against the air above him. He started scratching at the roof. He was in a coffin. Young, again, but he couldn’t breath. He beat at the top. Couldn’t get out.
He started ripping at the stuff that made it pretty. His fingers dug into the wood. It hurt his hands. He couldn’t feel blood dripping in the coffin. Didn’t know where it was coming from. He beat on the top yelling in pain, and fear.
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Cillian was being held down and injected with something in the real world. “STOP, STOP!!” he yelled. All those screams becoming audible. Cillian lifted up and bit one of the men. Looked to be a very feisty 50 year old.
They held him down for the injections. Before the needle came to his skin. Cillian just stopped trying to get out of their grasps. He laid there, looking at one of the orderlies. The one that kept seeing weird things happen, the one with the syringe. Cillian just looked him in the face, his glassy blue eyes into that man’s brown ones.
The man pulled away, “He’s okay now.” He seemed surprised by Cillian’s glare. Like he could sense something, the man swallowed. “He’ll be fine.”
“You sure?” asked the black orderly at his side.
“Yeah,” assured the man.
Cillian didn’t move against them, just stared that one in the eyes. He knew his face was wet from sobbing or something. He knew it. Didn’t care about his pride.
The orderlies left the room. “That was certainly a fight if I’d ever seen one,” stated Bianca.
“Must not of seen many fights,” growled Cillian just under his breath, didn’t like having the beard, nope, didn’t like it. Bianca just smiled at him, sitting in that chair. He stated something again, under his breath, “Fix Me.”
“Now, now, that’s not how you get things out of me Little Brother,” she stated, like she was shaking her finger.
Tears went down Cillian’s cheeks, he couldn’t stop them. He closed his eyes tight, felt the pain in his joints. What was all this pain. It wasn’t mostly the getting old thing that made him sad, the pain in it. His body hurt so much.
“You have arthritis in your joints, Cillian, that’s why it hurts so much. You also suffer from chronic migraines, of course, I’m figuring you would have started getting them when you were 20 if you weren’t you know- dead. I had them too. Oh, and get this, you’ve got a lovely heart murmur to go with everything else, part of the heart attack,” she said this all very candidly.
“Shut up,” he growled, his eyes closed tightly, “Leave if you won’t help.”
“Oh, also, if you keep doing things the way you are you’ll suffer a miner stroke,” stated Bianca.
“GO AWAY!!!” roared Cillian, “I DON”T WANT THIS!!!”
“Don’t get the orderlies in here,” she whispered towards him quickly.
“Go away,” sobbed Cillian, pain going through his body, sharp pains.
“I’m here to help you, you just have to say it right,” whispered Bianca.
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~ Night:
Ramona sat at her desk in her bedroom drawing a picture of that man with the gun. She hadn’t drawn in so long it seemed. Hadn’t drawn since the slayer job came to her so suddenly. Since training started.
Not like she was getting trained now. She didn’t feel she needed it, and didn’t care what Fisher said about it possibly being her demise. “This man shouldn’t be too hard to find,” she sighed to herself, “If I ask the right people.”
Could check the DMV to find that van, locate that man. Go to him. But going to him, isn’t that what he wanted, just so he could blow her skull apart with a nice gun.
The man was of heavy build, blonde, light brown hair. Blue, green eyes. It was dark and Ramona was kind of too busy to really pay any attention to his physical characteristics.
There was a knock at Ramona’s bedroom door. She turned towards the door, “Who is it?”
“Mark,” stated that voice.
Ramona went to the door, “I thought I told you,” she opened the door, “You need your rest.”
Mark stood there, one wrist in a splint. His nose was broken, he had stitches done on his face, large bruises. Recognizable, “I wanted to talk.”
“What about?” asked Ramona, “Sit down.”
“Don’t act this way,” he said calmly.
“What do you mean?” she questioned.
“Like you weren’t the cause of this,” he said pointing to his face.
“I wasn’t, that was his choice,” she stated harshly.
“You let him in the house, you let him in.”
“He had nowhere to go,” exclaimed Ramona stepping back from the door.
Mark stood against the doorway, not coming in, “What’s his deal?” She folded her arms across her chest. Didn’t want to say anything. “Just because you spent awhile in a mental institution, doesn’t mean you can just get away with this. I had to tell dad that I got in a bar fight.”
“That place has nothing to do with my choices.”
“I’m worried about you Ramona.’
“EVERYONE’S WORRIED,” she retorted flinging her arms out, she put her arms down, “I’m not some child.”
“What’s with that man, whatever you called him. When he was here last, he was stronger. You are really strong, what’s going on?”
“Things.”
“What kind of things?” he demanded, sadly.
“Things you wouldn’t understand,” stated Ramona.
“I’m not stupid either,” stated Mark defensively, “I think you’re digging a hole for yourself.”
Ramona turned from him, looking on to that picture sitting on her desk, “I’m not.”
“Tell me. It’s like you’re in another world Ramona,” he ached.
“A world full of demons, beasts of evil,” she sighed.
“Don’t joke.”
She let out a sighing breath, “Cillian is his name. He’s my enemy, and he’s having trouble. I was looking past his bad side to help him-”
“I think he wanted to kill you,” said Mark outraged.
“Still does, but he can’t help being in trouble. I’ve, I’m meant to help people,” stated Ramona, “I’m going to help people, till it kills me.”
“Are you crazy?!”
“Never ask that,” she said looking to him. “I’m not crazy, I just have a goal. Not crazy. The world is crazy, I feel I’m the sanest thing you’ll find in it. Umm…I can sacrifice myself for the greater good.”
“Do I need to tell dad?” questioned Mark, “The way you’re thinking. Sure, help people. Don’t go over board, go get a job in community service.”
Ramona just turned towards him looking. Giving him a hard look. Serious look.
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That man sat in front of Ramona’s house in his van, watching through a pair of binoculars through her window. Watching her have a conversation with her brother. Dad wasn’t home, hardly ever was these days.
“Girl doesn’t sleep,” stated the man to himself, writing down in a notebook, “Sad really.”
He was humming to himself. Just humming a little tune. His desk was covered in notes and photos, all about Ramona. Except for one photo. The photo of a young woman, that vampire Ramona slayed nights before.
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~ Nights before:
The female was getting away. Ramona took off for her with great speed. The female looked back to see how close Ramona was and she tripped over a gave breaking it. Ramona jumped over the vamp and threw the stake down to finalize the deal.
The vamp grabbed her arm and twisted the stake from it quickly. Then she flipped back up onto her feet. The vamp went to kick Ramona. Ramona dodged the blow and punched her across the face. The vamp tried to punch back.
Ramona grabbed her arm and snapped it behind her back. She threw the vamp against a tree and kicked her in the head. Ramona grabbed her stake back up.
Tried to stake the woman again. The vamp hit the stake from her arm as it came at her. Ramona then shot another stake from her sleeve and stabbed it into the demon’s heart. The woman turned to dust right there.
Ramona backed up, taking deep breaths. Feeling the work. Tired aching muscles. She picked up her stake and put it in her pocket.
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Cillian laid there, looking up at the ceiling. His eyes hurt from the light. No matter how many times he yelled for them to turn it off they didn’t. Was he actually yelling? He felt slightly like that was just some dream.
During these dreams though, he was completely awake. When these bad things popped into mind he was just sitting there, awake, watching the lights. Cillian shut his eyes tight.
Bianca sat in the chair across the room, had been for some time, just watching him. She had something on mind, he just had to pry through what he thought it was. Considering he was in a hallucinate state it wasn’t going to happen to fast.
“I feel it,” he moaned, “I don’t want this….Don’t…want…this…death,” tears went down his cheeks. “I’m…weak…weak…” Cillian pulled a little at his restraints.
What was the point to leaving anyway? He couldn’t just leave. He was growing older, he could feel it. Though the could see his hair just enough to know that he wasn’t graying anymore. The reminder.
“I want my old world,” he moaned looking to his side at the window in the room. Cage over it. No escaping, so high up. Cillian eased his weak hand out, wrinkled hand out.
His fingers were flexed out, he didn’t think he’d be able to do anything. No hope in him. Nothing there. “Why do you have to watch me?” he sobbed letting his hand drop.
“I’m waiting.”
“For my death,” he questioned under his breath. She didn‘t reply. “I… hate this…place,” he moaned, tears going down his cheeks, tears in his hair. “I want to die somewhere else,” he said.
“Where?”
“Where…I…belong,” he groaned, kind of like he was wincing in pain.
Bianca stood up and went to his side, she took her brother’s hand. Didn’t want to hurt him, he felt so brittle. Still looked to be in his 50s but it felt worse than that, “Where do you belong?”
“That motel,” he sighed, “My home…” he laughed a little, laughing in his sobs, “I hate that place too…I’m….hungry.”
“For blood?”
Cillian winced, “No…can’t drink it…I…want…my other…life, why, this?”
“You reap what you sow,” sighed Bianca, “Didn’t Julia tell you that?”
“Julia told me…that…I wish…”Cillian didn’t want to talk anymore.
Bianca looked down at her sad dying brother, “What do you wish?”
He looked off into the distance, up at that light. “I wish…I was what I once was, a vampire, immortal, eternal youth, and my pants…”he moaned again, “I’d truly like to have my pants back. Shoes are nice,” he laughed in his sobs.
“I think I can work with that,” smiled Bianca. Cillian looked at her quickly. He let out a quick laugh. Bianca stroked his hand, “Tahophran says it’s okay. He enjoys the thought of you being dead.”
“Kill me?”
“Yes.”
The light above Cillian’s head got brighter to him. His ears suddenly started to ring. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt, why were they ringing, why were they ringing? He was catching the sounds of voices all over the room. Cillian gripped her hand tightly.
Cillian rolled on his side the best he could pulling away from her, gasping for breath. His eyes rolled back into his head. The hair on his face slowly became black and it went back in. Cillian breathed hard. The machine in the room started that loud noise. That siren like noise.
He was flat lining, laying there. His eyes were wide open. The hair on his head turned black but stayed that long wavy length. The clothes Cillian wore changed. He wore his jeans and boots that he’d had on earlier.
Nurses, orderlies were coming in as he flat lined. They brought in that machine with the paddles. That orderly, that man that kept seeing him do different things just stood at the door in awe. The others went straight to work getting the paddles working.
“He’s not breathing,” said one of the nurses, “Get the paddles ready.”
The paddles were getting quickly charged up. The restraints were already undone, thanks to Bianca. Suddenly Cillian blinked. The nurse pulled away. Cillian suddenly grabbed her by the throat and pulled her down to him. His face vamped out as he bit this nurse.
The first drink of blood was delicious. Cooling, but warming at the same time. If Cillian had a beating heart now it’d be throbbing with pleasure, happiness.
Quickly Cillian pushed the dead nurse down. He’d drunk her really fast, blood on his lips. The orderlies grabbed him to hold him down. One went to that nurse. Cillian’s face wasn’t vamped out anymore, they didn’t notice it did anything.
That man noticed, that’s why he wasn’t around. He took off running. Cillian threw out his arms and legs in a struggle and threw back everyone that had a hold of him. Cillian flipped up on his feet and jumped off the bed.
A couple of them saw Bianca and were sudden stuck, terrified. “Thanks Sis,” laughed Cillian licking the blood from his lips.
More orderlies would come. He looked around absolutely giddy. Evil Cillian was back.
Cillian ran out into the hall. He had the same feeling in him now that he did when he was escaping the military base. Freedom. This was a happy day.
He saw the others coming. Like they all were attached to dog whistles or something that called them when needed. Or bat signal or something.
One went at him with a nightstick from the front. Cillian ducked the blow back kicking the one behind him in the process. Suddenly he, punched the man in the face knocking him many feet down the hall. Cillian jumped up and kicked that second one in the face.
The orderly went against the wall, he was either dead or unconscious. Didn’t matter. Cillian landed and took off down the hall.
Another shot a dart gun at him. Dart guns for those fast cases that really wanted to leave. Cillian grabbed the dart in mid air and threw it at the man hitting him in the middle of the forehead. One went to grab him from behind.
Cillian flipped over him and grabbed him by the neck, broke it. He backed up from him, back flipped backwards twice missing the darts. He landed and kicked down another orderly. Made if for that caged door. He pulled it off it’s settlement and threw it down on the ground quickly.
Two more came at him. Cillian dodged their blows with the nightsticks ended up behind them. Grabbed them in two head locks and twisted them in a way that went he let go they spun into the walls on both sides of him dead. Broken necks.
One fell off the wall and went into one of the windows. Through the window, very high up in the air. Light shined in. Cillian couldn’t go out those ways, had to take the stairs, he went towards the elevators, towards the stair where he’d make his escape.
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“I’m just going out for a little while,” stated Mark. Ramona grabbed his arm and pulled him quickly back into the house, “Owe-”
“You’re not going anywhere. 1. You need your rest, and 2. It’s night time and you’re going alone.”
“Does this have something to do with that man?” growled Mark taking his arm from her quickly.
“A little, but no.”
“How can it be no if it’s a little?” questioned Mark going towards the door.
“You’re not going, if I have to knock you unconscious,” growled Ramona pulling him back in.
“You don’t stop that, I’m going to the get a concussion from you shaking me back forth. I’m a grown man I don’t have to worry about little night creatures and drunk men that break coffee tables,” he went out the door.
Suddenly Mark was grabbed as he stood out the door. Held around the neck, “I’m not drunk now,” hissed that young, that familiar, giddy voice of Cillian.
“Cillian,” gasped Ramona. Cillian smiled widely. “You’re okay?”
“Walk with me slayer, come on,” growled Cillian, his face then vamped out, “Or your big brother here is going to go see your mother.”
Ramona didn’t like hearing anything, anything at all to do with her mother come out of his mouth. He was lower to her, she felt that. She jumped through the doorway and slammed her feet against Cillian’s head. Cillian was thrown down on the sidewalk.
He rolled onto his back coughing. “GO IN!!” yelled Ramona pushing her brother in the house, “Don’t invite him in.”
Cillian’s face turned back and he quickly jumped back up onto his feet. Wiped the blood off his mouth, “Good shot.”
“You don’t get to talk about my mother!” growled Ramona.
She punched Cillian in the face, with a right, then a left. She kicked him in the chest. He flew down on the side walk skidding. He rolled up onto his feet, “Watch the shirt,” he wore a blue long sleeve shirt that hugged to his muscles, the a pair of black suit pants, boots.
Ramona went to punch him, he ducked out of the way flew his body under her arms grabbing her by the waist and tossing her over him and into the empty road in front of the house.
Cillian turned towards her quickly, “Like this feeling, being back in my good ole skin.” Ramona pushed herself up on her hands, coughing. She stood up. “Kick your ass real, well.”
She was going to go at him, car went by, honking it’s horn. Suddenly the car had passed and he was right in front of her. He kicked her across the face. Then pushed her into the lawn across the street. He pulled back. Another car passed between them.
Ramona ran at him. And slammed him down on the next passing car. Cillian slid down it, the horn honked and the car swerved around. She started pounding him in the face. Pulled a stake from her sleeve quickly, “This is for my mother.”
Cillian caught the stake and twisted it from her arm throwing it down. He kicked her off of him, rolled back up onto his feet. “You’re almost making me angry.”
She stood up, looked at him angrily. This wasn’t a good place to fight. Too many people. Maybe she could chase him somewhere deserted.
“Fighting with the cars!!” stated Cillian, “Never had a battle with a slayer out in the middle of the road.”
Suddenly Cillian turned around and he was smacked across the side of the head with a crow bar. It was Mark. “MARK!!” screamed Ramona.
Cillian slammed down on the pavement. “I said go back in the house!!!” screamed Ramona.
“No!!!!” yelled Mark going to swing the crowbar down again on Cillian’s head.
The one of the ground, Cillian’s eyes opened suddenly and he grabbed the crow bar. He threw it from Mark’s human grasp and flipped back up onto his feet. He grabbed Mark by the shoulders and tossed him over a car quickly.
Mark rolled out in the road. Cillian rubbed his face, “Slayer, I don’t want to fight your brother. I want to fight you!!” He looked around, the police were coming, “You know where I’ll be.”
Cillian jumped up onto her house and then over the other side. Ramona looked around, she quickly went Mark’s side. He was bleeding from the mouth but he seemed to want to get up and get going. “I’ll be fine.”
“No, you should go to the hospital,” answered Ramona.
“Where is he?” growled Mark.
“Don’t tell them about Cillian. I’ll deal with him,” she answered in a whisper, quickly. The drivers of that car were there. She looked them in the eyes then took off running quickly.
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Ramona ran in through the doorway of that abandoned motel. She looked around, she knew where he’d be. She thought that’s where he’d be, thought that’s where he inclined that he’d go. She turned around.
“Knew you were smart,” he stated tower over her now.
“Back to the battle,” she stated.
“Unless you want to make harmless chit chat,” he smiled, “So, how’d your mother die?”
She went to punch him across the face. He caught her fist and hit her in the stomach slamming her to the left of them, she hit the wall and fell on the old dirty couch. She rolled off of it and onto her feet. Ramona jumped up to kick him in the face.
He ducked out of the way, “Silly,” he giggled, “Ask a harmless question was all.”
Ramona came back at him from behind. He ducked her fists punched back. Spun around to kick her in the face. She blocked his leg. Finally she upper cut him across the face.
He flew back into the wall at the end of the room. He slid down landing. He looked up at her, ready for more. Cillian stood up. Ramona went towards him grabbing a broken chair from part of the rubble around the room.
“Think you’re a big girl now?” he questioned standing up.
She swung the chair at him. He went to duck it, she knew he’d try and she brought the chair down hitting him in the back. The chair smashed she grabbed on of the chair legs to stake him. Cillian rolled out of the way as she came down with the stake. She grabbed another piece and quickly took it to the side getting him. Cillian gasped grabbing her hand. He wasn’t dusting, the stake was….
“You missed,” he laughed.
Ramona kicked him in the face and he rolled up into the nearest wall falling on the broken television. He rolled onto all fours and stood up. Pulled the stake from his chest and threw it down, “And I liked this shirt.”
“This isn’t a joke!!” she hissed.
“No, it isn’t,” he complied walking towards her, “It’s death, yours.”
Cillian jumped up and kicked her across the face. She flew through the front window hitting the balcony and bending it up. Ramona stood up and lunged back into the window. She rolled up onto her hand and went to punch him very quickly.
He grabbed her arm and slammed her against the nearest wall. He kicked her in the back. There was a cracking sound. That hurt a lot, but she could keep going. She turned towards him, he punched her in the face, once, twice. Three times. His back to the door.
Ramona realized if he wanted to he could run. Of course she didn’t realize much considering she was taking a pounding being thrown around by a big man. Ramona was thrown down to the ground.
Cillian’s face changed. Ramona was spitting up blood. “Good times, good times,” he snarled with severe enjoyment, “But you just don’t win.” He grabbed her by the hair and brought her up to him to bite.
Suddenly he dropped her and turned around. Too late though. That man was there at the door way, gun in hand. He quickly pulled the trigger and Cillian went down.
A vampire can take a bullet to just about anywhere, but what about the head. There was a bullet in the side of Cillian’s head. He laid on the ground with his eyes wide open, his face had turned back. His body was twitching a little. Ramona stood up slowly, in awe.
He was still undead, but not moving. She looked to him. “Hello, Ramona Locke.”
“You, what do you want?” demanded Ramona looking at him seriously, “Why do you want me dead.”
The man pulled the trigger at her head. Ramona jumped out of the way and over some boxes. He pulled the trigger again and started shooting through the boxes. She crawled out of the way quickly. “What’s your deal?!!” she demanded.
“You, you killed her!!” he yelled.
“WHO?!” She demanded rolling back up on her feet.
“My daughter, you filthy-”
Ramona grabbed the gun and held onto his hand. She had appeared there so suddenly. “Your daughter, I never killed a human.”
“She was a vampire,” he hit her across the face and she flew back.
She was surprised he was fighting so hard for just some vampire. His daughter. Ramona rolled back out of the way of another bullet. It shot into the floor. Ramona lay in the floor for a moment. Everything seemed to be going slower.
She looked into Cillian’s eyes they were wide open. He was grabbing at the floor, blinking but he seemed like he couldn’t do anything, his face. Quickly she stood up and got out of the way.
The man hit Cillian in the thy on purpose with a bullet. Cillian let out a loud yelp. Still looking forward. Ramona quickly went at the man. She went to hit him with another broken leg of that chair. He shot the wood and got hit across the face with it.
“She was just some vampire!! Evil demon. Small wave in a big ocean,” growled Ramona, even though she didn’t think it was time for metaphors.
“She was a piece of me!” he growled.
He took the aim for Ramona. She grabbed his arm quickly and twisted it. Things just went wrong. Things were all going wrong. Somehow the gun got twisted to aim at the man’s chest. It went off.
Ramona pulled away from the noise in shock. That man just looked her in the eyes, his wide opened. She gasped, “Oh, my god.”
The man fell to the ground with the gun. Ramona stepped back and tripped over Cillian who laid immobile on the floor, she looked to him, “I…killed…him.”
Cillian’s hand grabbed hers, his grip was firm. Ramona was in shock but wakened from it. She got up and ran out of the place.
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Fisher’s insurance building was closed. Ramona broke in. No alarms, Fisher was too cheap for that. She went in, went to the book shelf in the back and started tossing books off, left and right. She grabbed one and flipped through it quickly, took it with her.
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Cillian just laid there, his eyes closed half way. He was moaning under his breath, his hands twitched every so often. Ramona ran in, skid on her knees over to his side. The book was with her. A bottle of some kind of powder, it was bright green.
Ramona was breathing quickly. Her chest hurt. She was kind of confused. Quickly she opened the bottle of powder. Threw the book open, went through the page quickly. Didn’t know she had blood on her fingers from that man.
She saw her fingers, then she went back to flipping through the pages. Quickly she put some of the powder on Cillian’s head wound. Her body was shaking, more than Cillian’s.
He looked at her, in that dead way. Ramona started to say the Latin in that book and the powder started glow. Cillian’s head went back and a searing pain went through his entire body. He growled in pain as the bullet started coming out.
Cillian started yelling in pain. But it stopped when the bullet dropped to the floor. He winced in pain grabbing Ramona’s arm.
Ramona just sat there on her knees. She licked her lips, looking at her fingers, that man’s blood on her fingers. “I just did…something…really…stupid.”
“Kill him…or is it the…me…thing?” he questioned softly, cockily. “I don’t…understand you.”
Fixed him. Her enemy. Shot that man. She never answered him, just watching him, confused. Hating herself of all things.
Slowly Cillian sat up, he looked around, that bullet from his thy had fallen out. He swallowed, she watched confused as his Adam’s apple moved in throat from the swallowing. She let out a slow, elongated sigh.
After he was done looking around the room, he looked at her. “I…can…get…rid of him…” Why would he want to do that?
She still felt his hand around her thin bone of her forearm from when he’d felt that bullet come from his skull. Didn’t hurt her when he grabbed her arm. Didn’t hurt her, the grasp didn’t hurt at that moment that he had.\
Cillian smelled the blood on the tips of her fingers, he wanted to lick them off. The blood was just drying. Her lip was cut from one of the blows of battle. Blood on her lips. He eyed her lips hungrily, leaning in closely.
Ramona pulled back a little, “What?” she breathed. More confused. Cillian leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips, she didn’t pull away for a long moment letting him kissed her, taste her lips. She put her hands on his face, soft face. Left hand on one cheek, right on his neck.
He pulled away. The blood was gone from her mouth, he looked at her, his hair dangling down on his shoulder, around his face. She just held his face, tenderly. Ramona leaned in and kissed him back.
Cillian grabbed her shoulders as they kissed. He pushed his lips hard against her mouth feeling her body warm, hearing her heart beat through her chest, her blood pumping hard against her veins. She pushed her hands against his chest and he let go, but the kissing didn’t stop.
He grabbed her quickly around the waist running his hands up her back as she ran her through his hair. The sound of his heart beat before had made him angry, hers did the same. Made him want to kiss her more. Ramona pushed him back hard.
Hit the floor, laying there, looking at her dumbstruck. Ramona laid on top of him put her hands on his chest. She leaned down kissing his lips. Breathing hard.
She ran her hands up his shirt as he ran his right one into her hair holding her head down to him. The other around her waist. Cillian sat up letting her pull his shirt off over his head, slung his arms back around her and rolled her onto her back.
Cillian looked down at her, his hair hanging down the way hers had. They were breathing hard, the action of taking in and pushing out breath. Ramona grabbed his belt as he like an animal leaned in to take in her lips some more, kissing her…
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