An Interesting Beginning: Part 1
by Tomski
Disclaimer: Put simply, I own nothing in this story. Feel free to use my characters, I promise I won't sue.
Author's Notes: I'd love some feedback, and I am gonna follow this up.
Teaser: Another vampire with a soul. Not oridginal, I'll grant you. Not quite as sulky though, and for different reasons.
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Part One
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A group of olive skinned men wearing suits stood on the 8th floor in a abandoned multi-story car park, waiting. Although human, they are deeply the kind of guys you don’t want to owe money too, or indeed, meet in a abandoned multi-story car park, even if you do happen to have an Uzi in your hand. The leader of the group looked impatiently at his watch. Italian made, very nice, very expensive, very stolen.
“Vampires hey, who need’s them. Got a cup a warm blood, they’ll come running, wanna do business with them, you have to wait for half an hour in a cold car park.”
He looked up at the numbers on top of the lift as they began to rise. ‘At fucking last’ he thought to himself. ‘I am a man of many traits, but patience is most decidedly not one of them.’ Again he glanced down at his watch. ‘28 minutes and 32 seconds late. I swear he does it deliberately, I mean, how many times can you be exactly 28 minutes and 32 seconds accidentally.’ A moment of confusion washed over him as he saw the numbers on the lift move past his floor, up to the 10th. ‘Must be somebody else doing business here. I’m might have to kill them.’ Again a moment of confusion as he saw the lift come back down to the 8th floor and the doors open, revealing the 3 ‘men’ he was supposed to be meeting. All three were wearing equally expensive suits and had equally stolen watches. The first of the 3 carried a alligator suitcase. The suited mans henchmen behind him quickly trained their crossbows on the vampires.
“A little over cautious, perhaps. Paranoid, even. All this time, and you still don’t trust me?” Said the first of the 3 as they walked towards the group.
“Of course I trust you. I just don’t like you.”
“Oh, come on. New York is an model town, where mortal, vampire and demon alike can live together and share in the mutual bounty of drug dealing.”
“I realise this, but I still don’t like you. What the fuck was all that about?” He gestured towards the lift.
“The lift? Sorry about that, pressed the wrong button.”
“Like fuck you did. If I find out your going to someone else for your shit, you’ll have a hard time walking for the rest of eternity.”
“Paranoid much.” A teasing smile crept onto the vampires face.
“Enough, already. I got dinner waiting for me, okay. You got the money?”
“Right here in my very illegal suitcase, which, incidentally, comes with it. You got the shit?”
The man gestured to one of henchmen, who was glad to finally be able to put down the crossbow and relieve his arms, even if was to pick up their version of the same suitcase. Snake skin, though.
“Lets get this done and go home.” He said with genuine impatience.
“The direct approach, I’m all for that.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Apparently, I did.”
As they spoke, one of the vampires holding the alligator suitcase approached the henchman with the snake skin case, and the 2 exchanged their massively illegal cases and contents. As the man was about to walk away, he happened to look up at the vampire, in full game face. He was instantly struck by the almost insuppresable urge to run screaming like a girl to the nearest airport with a flight within the hour to Tanzania. He’d never been their himself, but was told it was okay if you could put up with the politics, or lack thereof.
“What are you staring at?” The vampire growled menacingly.
The man gathered the alligator skin suitcase and started to walk back to the relative safety of his group, all the while trying to keep as calm as possible, and working out exactly how long it would take him to reach the unused crossbow.
“ No, no, thank you. This will make allot of reclusive vampires very happy. But on that note, I must depart. I have to meet my first client in half an hour. Don’t wanna be late, do I? Same time next week?” The vampire delighted himself on teasing the man.
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” He tried to make it sound casual, but failed miserably.
“And this time, call me. I get so lonely when you go off to work.”
With a smile he turned and walked back to the elevator, his companions and the snake skinned suitcase closely behind. As the doors closed, the henchmen lowered their crossbows in unison, and relief.
“Oh my god I hate him. Why, oh, why can’t they send someone else to do this, just once.”
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