Chapter 4: Infested Waters
~ July 7, 2003
A woman was with her family on a beach. Her children were playing in the water, the waves splashing around them. The mother, the woman, she put sun screen on her legs, sitting next to her relaxing husband.
People were all over the sandy beach. Going out into the New York water, warm this time of year. Or well this day, it’s usually rather cool in New York, but it has it’s hot days. [Never been to New York, don’t know.]
“Aren’t you going to get in the water?” asked the woman to her husband.
“I prefer staying out here for a little while,” said the man.
“Mom, Dad!!” yelled a boy, blonde hair, he was.
“What is it?” asked the dad.
“Be nice,” replied the mom, “What is it honey?”
“Lora walked off,” said the boy, he pointed towards the docks, “That way.”
“Oh boy,” said the mom, she stood up and went towards the son, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about me,” answered the man laying back comfortably, adjusting his sun glasses.
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The woman went towards the docks, “Lora!”
“Momma!!” called the voice of a little girl.
“Where are you?” asked the woman.
“Momma, come here!!” said the little girl.
“Tell mommy, are you alright?” asked the woman walking under the dock.
“Momma come, come,” demanded the child.
“I’m coming, is something wrong?” asked the woman. Little Lora didn’t reply. “Lora?!” She was getting fed up, but most of all, worried.
She walked through the sand. There was a splashing sound, The woman looked around. It was dark under the dock. She took in a breath, “Honey, where are you? Lora?”
There was the sound of quick splashing, like something was moving through the waves of water coming near her feet.
“Baby, talk to Momma,” demanded the woman.
The water started to move that way again, the splashing. She looked out around her.
“Momma,” said the small voice.
The woman looked forward and she screamed.
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~ January 21, 2004
Ramona ran down the halls of her school. It was night. She turned a corner and came to a dead end.
She looked around her, stake in hand, “Come out, come out wherever you are.”
Suddenly a vampire dropped down from above her. Ramona rolled out of the way of the demon before it landed on her. She got on her feet. The vamp went to punch her, she ducked out of the way and he hit the wall behind her.
Ramona kicked him in the stomach then punched him across the face. He fell backwards and she jumped up and kicked him in the head. The slayer staked him finally.
Another vamp shot out of one of the nearby classrooms. Ramona shot down the hall after him and ran after him. She sped up.
The demon was in eye sight. Ramona had her stake in hand. She threw the stake down the hall and it hit into the demon’s back. He fell to the ground.
“Missed,” she said quickly.
The vamp pulled the stake out of his back. She hit the whole other side of his body, “Hey,” she said, the vamp looked up at her, “That’s mines.”
Ramona kicked him in the face and he dropped the stake and rolled up onto his feet. He circled her.
Suddenly he leapt at her. Ramona went back in a hand stand and she kicked him over her. She got on her feet and picked the stake back up then went to stake him but he moved out of the way just in time to get hit in the stomach.
“Stop moving,” growled Ramona.
The vamp grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. She leg go of the stake and pulled a pen out of her pocket. Not the average pen was it, no actually it was the average pen, she stabbed him in the throat with it.
Very clean blow, the vamp took off the pen in him. He went towards the corner. Ramona ran at him quickly and finally stake him.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Swanson,” she said quickly putting her weapon away.
“Good lord child what are you doing up at this time of night. Here of all things,” answered the man waving dust out of his way, “Where’d that dust come from.”
“Nowhere, I guess. I was just picking up a book is all,” smiled Ramona.
“Well go on home, fast, this is N.Y. don’t need any of my pupils mugged and killed. Go on now,” said Mr. Swanson.
“Same to you, partially. You know,” smiled Ramona.
She walked past Mr. Swanson. Let her breath out in a relieved way. Kept going.
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“Why did you want to meet me here?” asked John sitting in a his car.
Ramona, cold from the slaying job got into the car, “Cause I wasn’t going to be home.”
“What do you do at night anyway?” questioned John smiling at her.
“Walk around in the cemeteries,” she said candidly.
“Yeah, right,” laughed John driving his car out into the road, “I’ve got something beautiful to show you.”
“Really?” asked Ramona.
“Yeah,” said John.
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John’s red corvette drove up to the edge of a cliff. Nothing dangerous. Snow wasn’t falling, very beautiful night. From where they were parked up could just look out the hood and over the cliff at the town. Lights visible in the night.
“That is beautiful,” said Ramona, though she didn’t think it was the greatest thing in the world, but it was nice.
John smiled, “Made me think of you.”
Ramona looked down at the city. She didn’t think about anything for a moment, just looked at the city. To think there was evil down there in the dark, people getting hurt.
John slowly leaned in and kissed her. Ramona didn’t stop him for that time. She knew it was coming. Wasn’t stupid.
John put his hand in her hair and kissed her deeper. She placed her right hand on his chest kissing deeper. He slid his hand from her hair down her back. The other hand, his left holding her waist. He leaned back against the car door.
After a moment Ramona pulled her lips from his, he looked up at her like he wanted her to kiss some more, “I’m not stupid,” she said, somewhat amused by the situation.
“Hmm..” he asked.
Ramona sat up, “In the words of Avril Lavigne, ‘I’m not the kind of girl that gives it all away,’” she looked at her surroundings, “Not going to loose my virginity in a car. Nothing against you, I like you a lot but…It’d just make me feel cheap.”
John looked at her confused. “I love you and-”
“I don’t want to have sex, at least not yet, okay,” said Ramona.
Personally he thought, ‘That’s what they all want.’
“You’re a very interesting person,” said John.
“Pumping my ego I’m afraid to say isn’t going to get you anywhere either,” she said.
“You have the hours of a super hero. And then when ever you see a girl walk out of a club with someone, you have to go follow them,” smiled John. “I don’t know what to think about that.”
“Well, maybe I am a super hero,” smiled Ramona.
“I’d like to see you fly,” said John in a candid, sarcastic way.
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Fisher was in front of the gray cabinets in his office. He had a fish tank, he was loading it up with fish, exotic fish. It was 4:15 pm when Katie and Ramona walked on in.
“What the hell are you doing?” asked Katie, “Going to put the poor fish through coffee torture too?”
“For your information I expected that kind of reaction from you, and no, Fish do not drink coffee,” answered Fisher throwing away the bag.
Ramona went up to the fish tank watching the fish swim, “Are you going to get them real tombstones?”
“The fish aren’t going to die,” said Fisher sitting down behind his desk.
“What, are you going to vamp them?” asked Katie.
“Never mind your tittle tattle, I don’t need it,” stated Fisher.
Ramona turned towards him setting her bag down in one of the chairs. Katie sitting down in one too, Ramona spoke going over to the coffee pot to make coffee: “You can’t even make coffee for yourself.”
“I make myself tea all the time,” said Fisher leaning his feet on his desk.
“You British and your tea,” stated Katie flipping through a magazine. “So how was your date with John last night?”
“Fine-”
“Oh great,” moaned Fisher, “I’m not here to train a young woman to become a hero of the forces of good, I’m an extra ear to get a load of frumpy, frilly, over dramatic, girlie talk.”
“You’ll become better for it,” said Katie folding back one of the magazine pages.
“John tried to get to the next base,” said Ramona making the coffee.
“What the hell were you two doing?” asked Fisher, it hit him what the bases meant, “Oh, you put him down right. Should I meet this young man?”
“He was fine when I said no,” answered Ramona.
“I think a young man should be well groomed,” said Fisher.
“This coming from the guy that gets his friends from the pet store,” said Katie implying towards the fish.
“I have a very good romantic life,” stated Fisher, “Thank you very much. And social.”
“What are you 50 something?” asked Katie.
Fisher stood up, “Tell your friend Ramona, I’m 45. And that she can leave.” Fisher was angry in a funny way, didn’t seem all that funny to him though.
Ramona walked over to Katie, “I think you made him mad, he’s going to give you the silent treatment.”
Katie laughed.
“Ramona, you can now tell your friend that she can cackle all she wants out on that cold sidewalk,” said Fisher his arms folded across his chest.
“Cackle?” asked Katie, “I do not cackle.”
“Tell your friend Ramona that, it reminds me of a hyena.”
Katie looked at him offended, “I’ll kill your fish.”
“You wont touch my fish,” growled Fisher.
“You guys are so immature,” laughed Ramona.
They looked at her. Things stayed quiet for a moment, “So, any word of our handsome vampire friend?” asked Katie.
“No,” said Ramona getting out two cups from the cabinets, “Nothing.”
Fisher sat back down in his chair, “I’ve been trying to remember last names, or code names. You just check under Cillian you get all kinds of vamps. One in Russia. One that had it spelled K, I, L, L, not C, I, L,L, then the I, A, N. I’m at least glad we’ve got a description of him.”
“Burning gorgeous,” said Katie.
“Well, I hope that you tell that to him if you’re ever alone and he’s ripping you to bits, or violating you in a grave depressing manner,” said Fisher in a matter of factually kind of way.
“I don’t think whatever he would do, it’d be depressing,” smiled Katie.
“He’s evil,” said Ramona.
“The bad boy,” said Katie shaking her head.
“Just leave,” answered Fisher pointing to the door.
“Cillian knows where I live, everyone that lives with me. Mark whining about his arm isn’t a friendly reminder,” said Ramona, “We need to some how, make it where he can’t enter the house.”
“I’ll go over later and perform a spell that’ll keep out the vampires that have been invited,” answered Fisher.
“Just do it before 8 o’clock,” she poured the coffee, “Or Tom is going to be, angry.”
“I know. Man hasn’t seen me in years,” sighed Fisher, “Didn’t much like me then.”
“Why don’t you just bring your fish,” said Katie.
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Day, a man was fishing off the side of the dock. The cold wind stinging his cheeks. Sleet falling from the sky. The man sat down his fishing pole and went to his cooler and grabbed a beer out.
Something just pulled his fishing rod into the water. The man looked over to the area. He walked towards the side of the docks. Looked down into the water, the rod just floating down there. Nothing pulling on it.
“Damn it,” said the man.
He walked down the docks and went down the beach, sand not getting in his boots. The man went under the dock towards where his pole was. It’d be cold but he had to step into the water, the rubber boots would keep the water out.
The man went to the rod and bent down to pick it up when suddenly something grabbed him and pulled him under suddenly.
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Eggs were being scrambled over the stove. Ramona cooking them in the kitchen, night outside.
“My arm is in pain,” said Mark sitting at the kitchen table, milking his arm for everything it was worth.
“Shut up,” said Ramona, she put bacon on the other skillet. “You’re just milking this for all it’s worth.”
“Would I be milking this if I could be eating something else than your cooking?” asked Mark.
“I cook just as well as-”
“A trained Chihuahua that can say Taco Bell,” said Mark, then he said sarcastically, “No wait, that was a computer.”
“I’ll poison you,” stated Ramona.
“You owe me is what,” answered Mark.
“How do you I owe you, you owe me-”
“You’re little boy friend tried to kill me and dad,” growled Mark,
“Not my boyfriend, he’s evil. Some stupid kid at school that doesn’t like me,” she replied putting some food on a plate.
“What do you do to anyone?” asked Mark, “What did you cook for him?”
There was a knock at the back door. Mark stood up, “I got it.”
“Don’t get it,” said Ramona putting down the spatula.
“Why, is the big bad jock going to throw me down and take a bullet,” said Mark sarcastically.
“I’ll hit you,” she went towards him.
Mark bent down and picked up something, “Your boyfriend left you something.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” answered Ramona going towards him.
“No, your John,” said Mark, “If it was the other one I’d be kicking his ass right now.”
“What did he leave then?” asked Ramona.
Mark handed it to her, “Rose.”
“Go eat your eggs,” smiled Ramona.
“Make me,” said Mark, “I’m calling for pizza.”
Little snow flakes melted on the rose as Ramona held it in her hand. There was a little tag attached to the stem. Ramona looked at the tag, it said in childish handwriting: Lady Red.
That wasn’t from John, it was from Cillian.
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Fisher sat on his couch watching T.V. eating pop corn. Keeping warm by the fire. He was in his robe. H
His home was part of an apartment and had ugly yellow walls. But everything else through out it was very nice. There was a knock at the door, Fisher wondered who it was. He stood up.
Fisher grabbed a stake off the stand next to the couch and went to the door. He grabbed the knob and opened it. Suddenly Ramona grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back till he the stake fell out, “Hey, hey, I know who you are. Not vamp, bleeding child, put me down.”
“Wanted to show you you’ve been teaching me some,” she let go of him and went into his house.
“If only I had to invite you in,” suggested Fisher following behind him, his arm in pain, nothing broken though.
“Then you’d be out of the job frankly,” answered Ramona.
He closed the door behind him, “What with the house call?”
“Cillian,” stated Ramona.
“I did the spell. Fool proof,” stated Fisher tying his robe tighter.
“He was outside though,” said Ramona, “He left me this,” she pulled the rose out of the inside of her jacket.
“Pretty.”
“Not pretty, he was at my house,” stated Ramona.
“Well truthfully that’s not your only problem,” answered Fisher.
“What other problem?” demanded Ramona putting down the rose on the table next to the kitchen.
“Well, I would have told you when I found out. I thought you were sleeping,” answered Fisher.
“You know I don’t sleep. Hmm…When do I sleep?” demanded Ramona sarcastically.
Fisher went into his kitchen, linoleum floor to it. There were files sitting on the table, “For the past 9 months there have been killings down at that beach a little south of here.”
“So, I’ve got Cillian problems,” stated Ramona.
Fisher cocked his head to the side, “People dying. There’s been eleven deaths. All starting with a woman getting killed last summer. And her daughter Lora. Then, an elderly man. Teenager, and his friends. A blind man-”
“I get the point, people dying,” said Ramona, “Now Hugh, go put some clothes on.”
“Oh, shut up,” answered Fisher. Ramona looked at him like he was nuts, “All the victims had nothing in common, besides-”
“Being Homosapiens?” asked Ramona.
“No, they were all killed in the day time, had there skin taken off of them. Oh, and there was one dog killed,” replied Fisher.
“You, shut up,” stated Ramona going over to the table.
“I’m doing research on the demon, most likely a demon that is fond of water. Long of fingers, nails,” he showed Ramona some pictures of dead bodies, that kind of damage took long finger nails, “Probably very quick. And I’ve noticed also something else about the victims that’s the same.”
“What?” asked Ramona not much liking the fact she was looking at skinned people.
“Each one has been buried in the sand 12 yards away from this dock.”
Fisher had a map for her to see, “So I’ll go now and kick it’s ass.”
“I wouldn’t suggest that, at all,” replied Fisher.
“Why?”
“I’ve told you, certain demons can’t just be killed by a stake in the heart.”
“Okay, I’ll chop it’s head off,” stated Ramona, “Then we can move on to the homicidal killer.”
“Ramona, sit down,” said Fisher.
She looked at him for a moment, then pulled a seat out and sat down in it. Fisher sat down in front of her, “You remember what I told you when I came upon you again.”
“I was a slayer, told me the old tale. Then you explained that on average I’d live to be 25,” said Ramona.
“Yes,” said Fisher, “25 that a far time from now, but not far enough. Doesn’t mean you won’t die.”
“I understand that Fisher. But I’m afraid of Cillian-”
“Well everyone is afraid of their demons,” stated Fisher.
“He knows my family. I bet he’s doing something horrible right now. Well duh, he probably is, vampire and all. I don’t want him taking my family from me,” said Ramona firmly, “But I have to save the people and the people around me. Mark goes out at night, dad is out at night. They don’t know what I am.”
“Tell them-”
She impersonated Fisher, “You’re off your rocker.”
“Tell them,” said Fisher, “You influence them into staying in doors.”
“I don’t do it right, they’ll influence the nut house to take me back,” said Ramona firmly.
Fisher looked at her pretty gray eyes, “It was tragic, but you are a slayer.”
“I know that.”
“I can’t handle where the forces of darkness want to hurt people, but you were put on this earth for a greater purpose,” answered Fisher. “I’m your watcher, and when I find out something I am to inform you. You are to go out and slay the evil. Slay the vampires, and the demons.”
“Fine, I’ll wait-”
“And you’ll wait for me to come with you, after I tell you about the demon,” said Fisher.
“Alright,” shrugged Ramona, “I’ll wait.”
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Ramona left Fishers walking home. Which wasn’t as bad as it sounded. She could walk anywhere, no matter how cold. That’s just the way she was, besides the fact she road a bike everywhere. She road down the street next to the beach had been cleaned off.
She wasn’t heading home. She was heading to that beach. Wouldn’t take too long for her to get back to her place anyway.
Ramona parked her bike in the parking lot that cars would go during the summer, or if someone was fishing. She got off her bike and put down the kickstand. The cold stung her face and her hands, it was sleeting again.
She pulled her sleeves down of her jacket over her hands and went down the sandy hill. Ramona remembered where that dock was out of the many.
Walked towards it she looked through the darkness at it. Nothing going on. Waves splashed up onto the shore.
“Won’t get you tonight,” she said to herself.
Suddenly something shot around under the dock making loud splashes in the water. It was so sudden that Ramona fell back on her butt. She gasped. There was a screeching sound.
Loud splashing sound. Loud splashes. A happy screeching sound that echoed out from under the dock and back down like a musical note.
Ramona quickly stood up, she though the noise was getting closer. She ran up the hill, it was hard. She heard moving sand like something was coming at her.
Her heart throbbed in her head. She ran towards her bike, her stomach in her throat. Ramona got onto the bike quickly kicking up the kick stand and riding off back into the road. Going towards Home. The icy wind stung her face as she went.
She breathed hard pedaling quickly. The screeching sounding down below her.
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Fisher called in Ramona that morning to come to his office to find out more about the demon. “Nothing you couldn’t tell me over the phone?”
“I’ve always been rather fond of speaking to people in person actually,” answered Fisher.
“Well dad will get over the rude awakening,” said Ramona.
“When does he usually get up?” asked Fisher, he looked at his watch while he put his books on his private book shelf, “It’s 8:15.”
“You called at 6, he doesn’t go to work till 10 o’clock,” said Ramona, “What did you find out anyway?”
He put his books in their proper place, “It’s a Nar-Real demon. Amphibians like creature. Shreds the skin eating it from their victims quickly. They can live for thousands of years, particularly underwater, but with in the last four thousand they’ve grown unaccustomed to humans being on the menu.”
“How do I kill it?” asked Ramona.
“Well when you kill this creature it’ll be with the help of me.”
“How?” asked Ramona clearer.
“Sever the head,” answered Fisher, “These things are very dangerous and at their strongest point in the daytime. So I suggest we hit them at night. But not tonight.”
“Why?” asked Ramona.
“Well once their burial grounds are located they leave. He might be gone by the time we get there Ramona.”
“Then why not tonight? What are we going to do, let him have the free time to kill someone else?” asked Ramona.
“Well hopefully it won’t come to that, but..”
“You’re crazy,” said Ramona.
“Chances are he won’t kill anyone, alright. They only eat twice a month, sometimes less,” stated Fisher.
“And you want him to leave town,” stated Ramona.
“I’m willing to give him the time.”
“Is that watcher-like?” demanded Ramona.
“Well watchers have waited out the demon,” said Fisher sitting down at his desk, “These demons are very dangerous.”
“Good to know,” said Ramona.
“Very quick, they can get a hold of one’s mind through voices. People that have died, they use their voice to call upon them,” stated Fisher.
“I’ve got to get to school.”
“You promise me, you wont go after him?” questioned Fisher going over to his fish tank and opening up the fish food.
“Of course, I know better,” replied Ramona. “I won’t go after him.”
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Ramona ate lunch alone, Katie was sick that day. Ramona knew she could trust that she was sick because she called. Didn’t think Cillian could grow past that Scottish accent and pretend to be her. Well she did sound somewhat congested.
She looked at her sandwich she made herself, “You taste fine, why didn’t the eggs?”
“Talking to yourself?” asked John from behind her, he had his hands in his pockets.
Ramona turned around and looked at him, “Oh, just thinking about my cooking.”
“Bologna, lettuce, tomatoes,” he smiled, “I thought you called a caterer.”
Ramona smiled looking at it, “My greatest work yet.”
“It’ll take you places,” he stated. John sat down next to her. He took a breath, “I’m sorry. I rushed you a bit.”
“That conversation on the way home where I told you I was a virgin was a Kodak moment,” answered Ramona.
“Can you forgive me?” he asked.
“Already have,” said Ramona, “You’re a guy, I understand that.”
“Truthfully I’d be a little worried if you didn’t understand,” he smiled.
“I do, I’ve got a brother.”
“I know. Who gave you the rose?” asked John.
“What?” she questioned.
“The rose, somebody left a rose at the back door. He told me, after saying I could use the front next time and called me the P word,” answered John.
“I’m going to have to have a talk to him,” said Ramona, “The rose was from some weirdo, nothing much.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” said Ramona looking back at her sandwich, “He thought it’d be funny. Or something like that.”
“Who?”
“He’s demented, I wouldn’t try looking for him,” Ramona said quickly, “He’ll kill you.”
John looked down at her most seriously, “Should you call the police.”
“Wouldn’t believe me, and he won’t hurt me. And, I don’t want to talk about it,” said Ramona, “Nothing I can’t handle.”
“That’s super woman for me,” finished John.
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Night came. Ramona hadn’t heard anything from Fisher. She had to go back to that dock, check it again. She just had to. “I have to.”
“Who are you talking to honey?” asked Tom standing behind her.
“Oh, uh, no one,” replied Ramona standing up straight as she put the pillow down on the couch in the living room.
“You have to, what?” asked her father.
“Fix this couch, I hate the pillow arrangement,” said Ramona looking down at the pillows.
“You sounded awfully serious about it,” answered Tom folding his arms over his chest.
Ramona looked to the clock on the fireplace mantel, “10 o’clock, I should be going to bed.”
“I’m sorry,” said Tom.
“What?” asked Ramona.
“I never have much time to talk to you alone,” stated her father, “I want to. I want to tell you first, that I’m sorry.”
“What for?” asked Ramona looking up at her dad.
“Putting you in that place,” answered Tom.
“Tom- Dad, it wasn’t that bad. I mean, I hated it completely. I cried to come home,” she looked down, “I didn’t understand that place. And I won’t forget it either, but everything is better.”
“You just, couldn’t sleep.”
“I know. And thank you for caring,” said Ramona, “You don’t need to apologize.” Ramona looked at the clock again.
“You’re my big girl,” he stated, “I’m sorry, that you lost your mother.”
Ramona didn’t expect that, she was quiet, looking up at him, “You don’t have to apologize about that either,” she looked down, “The loss of momma wasn’t your fault.” She could feel tears rising up, “I want to go to bed now.”
“I’m sorry I’m never around,” sighed Tom, “And that Mark isn’t nicer.” She just looked down. “I’m sorry for more than you know.”
“I have to go to bed,” she said like in a trance, but she wasn’t just sad about him bringing up her mother.
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Ramona road her bike to the place. Parked it in that parking lot unsheathing her sword from the side of her bike and stepping into the sand. She wasn’t going to speak, not yet at least.
Ramona felt that she was going to go into it’s trap, but she was armed, she could just fend it off. She was trained to fend stuff off. So she’d do that.
She let a confidence rise up in her. Had to kill the beast. Part of being one of the heroes. Being the slayer.
She stepped down the hill in her boots, the sand would probably stay out of them. Felt the cold air bite her skin, she got that a lot in fact.
There wasn’t a sound but the waves washing up onto shore, and there was a slight chance that that demon would be gone. Ramona knew that she’d need to do stuff on her own after awhile, so she didn’t need Fisher to do this, not now.
It was dark out, the light of the moon shinning as her light. Be a little darker under that dock. She walked to it without anymore a sound then her boots or the waves to interrupt.
Slowly she stepped under the dock. Quiet, she stood there, gripped the sword.
Waves shushed around. She stood in the sand, took in a breath.
“Ramona!” called a voice, a woman’s.
Ramona recognized that voice, “I know what you are. I know you’re not dead mother,” she said, anger and cold making her lip tremble.
“Ramona baby, come help momma!” sounded the voice.
A memory of her mother laying in the floor of the kitchen came to mind. Laying in the floor in a pool of her own blood. Ramona looked just like that small woman calling out to her.
She cringed, “Come out and pay me a visit.”
She stepped back a step suddenly the sound of splashing water. Something moving quickly in the waves. Ramona watched hard at whatever was making that sound. She couldn’t see it just hear it. There was the sounds growing nearer and farther away every now and again. Suddenly the sounds stopped.
Ramona gripped the handle of her sword and looked around suspiciously. Aware of her full surroundings.
A cold wet hand flew out and grabbed her hand making her drop her sword. She pulled back. There was the sound of those steps in the water. She grabbed for the sword again and her hand was grabbed by that scaly beast.
It bit into her hand. Ramona kicked it. But it was so fast she couldn’t quite tell she did kick it. Ramona flipped back up on her feet. Something ran her.
She went to punch it. It grabbed her wrist and tossed her into the water. The coldness bit into her.
Ramona pulled up from the water and it went at her again. She flipped up and over it. She went to elbow it but missed and turned around quickly. The cold making her hurt.
Suddenly hand grabbed onto her feet. They pulled her out from under herself that screeching sound ringing in her ears.
The wet scaly demon pulled at her legs. She grabbed a hold of the sand, just keeping her head above the water. She kicked at it.
The thing screeched louder as she kicked at it. She felt it’s iron cold gripping hand quickly climb up her body, cold through her clothes. Grabbing her around the waist faster than she could think. It pulled her into the water.
Ramona fought it, struggled, kicked at it as it bit into her throat. She kicked at it and it let go she swam for the surface. No one up there to help her.
She lifted her head up over the water and then it grabbed her again and pulled her under, pulling her deep in the water. She didn’t know the water was that deep.
Ramona couldn’t see anything through the water. She struggled, loosing air. Tried to swim up.
The cold water hurt her lunges as it went down her throat. Her ears hurt. She kept trying to breath but it didn’t work.
Her body was cramping up on the inside. The thing bit into her, she tasted her own blood in the water.
Ramona looked up, trying to see the top. But there was nothing to see, she couldn’t think correctly. Everything was wrong.
There was no thought.
Suddenly something grabbed Ramona and pulled her from the water. She was in no state to realize. Dead.
Ramona felt warm looking up at the sky. It was daytime around her. In the back ground was a loud screeching she couldn’t comprehend.
Cillian threw the demon down on the sand, his face was vamped out. He went to it and grabbed it by the throat as it screeched at him. He snapped it throat pulling up on it’s head and severing it roaring. He was a little tired.
Wet, the cold didn’t bother him much though. Good thing he wasn’t wearing leather pants, wasn’t good for them.
Cillian looked at the slayer on the ground, he knelt down next to her put his left hand on her warm cheek. He drew in a deep breath through his nose. Just because he didn’t need to the lungs, the air, didn’t mean that he couldn’t hold the air in them.
He held her nose with his other hands and breathed into her mouth. After a moment she pulled away and started coughing. She rolled over and coughed up the water. Cillian stroked her cheek, “Good girl.”
Ramona coughed up the water and realized he was over her. She jumped back, saw the demon, “What?”
“Killed your little demon for you,” he smiled, his hair longer when wet, made him look more handsome. She just looked at him in amazement, “Saved you. Truthfully, didn’t know that would work. Being the undead, Mr. I don’t need air kind of guy,” he blinked. “That thing could of done you in real well, mess your body, soft skin.”
“You-”
“Killed it, and don’t worry a bit about what you owe me,” he said, “I just need you to do the favor of keeping yourself alive. Cause well,” his voice grew softer, “I’ll be the one that deals the death car for you Red Lullaby. Just like the others,” he stood up in his black coat, with a laugh in his voice, “Head home before you catch a cold. Treat yourself good. Cause, the game isn’t even close to done.”
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