Chapter 13: For Too Long
~ June 3, 2004: Day
Ramona drove the SUV down the street towards the house. Mark sat by her, his arm in a sling. He was healing up from all the bangings, beatings he’s taken. He looked forward at the road as they went down the street.
They were quiet. Going down the street.
“You missed the funeral,” stated Ramona.
“Kind of know,” replied Mark, after a long moment he spoke again, “Cause I was in the hospital.” Paused again, “After getting hit by a car.”
“I’m sorry about that,” stated Ramona.
Mark looked at her like she was crazy, “Sorry. I was thrown down by your Arch Nemesis-whatever and hit by a CAR!!” he sounded more like he thought she was crazy/couldn’t believe what she said than angry.
“You have full right to be angry.”
“YOU THINK?!!” he questioned, thinking her sanity was just dripping away.
“I have good reasons to live the life I do-”
“And now dad’s dead, you just found him. Hmmm…most situations like this people would blame the poor crazy girl!” replied Mark. Ramona pulled over the car, towards the forest near by. Mark looked around, “What are you doing?!”
Ramona pulled over the SUV. Far enough away from the road where no one would see them. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!” demanded Mark, he was going to freak out or something.
When the car came to a full stop she got out, went over to Mark’s side, opened up the door in such away it broke the lock. It was locked. “HEY!”
Ramona grabbed him by his jacket and pulled him out of the SUV like a couple of men would. Inhumanly. He fell to the ground. He rolled onto his back, “What the hell’s wrong with you!!!?”
“DAD KILLED MOM!!!” roared Ramona putting her arms out in explanation.
Mark got quiet, breathing heavy. Ramona stood there, letting her arms fall to her sides. He calmed down a little, “That’s not true.”
“Yes it is,” stated Ramona.
“What authority do you have it on?!” demanded Mark, “You shouldn’t make that up!!” he was getting angry again.
“I’m not making it up,” said Ramona, “The authority- She was buried in the basement!”
Mark didn’t care about Ramona’s growing sad because of the subject, “That’s just some kind of hallucination you have!!!? Some kind of explanation!!”
“I saw her-”
“Dad loved mom!!” roared Mark.
“Yeah, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have killed her in a drunken rage!!!” she roared back. Mark was practically snarling. “You remember how he was, he hit her-”
“Shut up!” answered Mark, “I loved mom, I loved dad…”
“I had blocked it out of my mind,” she sighed, folded her arms over her chest, “Good reason. I was home when it hap-”
“I said shut up!”
Ramona just looked down at him for a long moment. They were quiet for at least a minute. She looked down at her feet, “We got a new rug.”
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~Night:
The place full of young women, every night. The place full of youthful fun with that. A club.
Cillian was on the prowl. Looking at all the women, young. Didn’t much like the old ones, 25 and older were old to him. He liked the ones that could still be called Daddy’s little girl, teenagers.
Every woman that caught his eyes smiled. Cillian smiled back. He didn’t care more or less, doesn’t matter if your food can smile at you. Only that your food looks good is what mattered.
The rock music played, the youth dancing. With the changing of music he said to himself, “How bold.”
He couldn’t count how many looks he got from the girl’s boyfriends, bad looks. One started coming up to him. Cillian just sat on his stool at the fancy bar. The man coming towards him.
Cillian looked into his eyes with a playful smirk.
“You lookin’ at my girl?” asked the man, the ‘girl’ was standing right behind him.
“Oh, yes,” stated Cillian candidly, he looked at the girl, “Like your breast.”
The boyfriend went to punch him. Cillian caught his fist and twist it behind him so hard that it made the boyfriend fall to the floor. He waved at the girl, she blushed, kind of smiling.
Cillian had hardly touched the boyfriend. He got right back up fuming with anger. The boyfriend went back at him. Cillian put his arm suddenly on the neck of the boyfriend and he slammed him into the bar, “How about we sit down have a talk about this?”
The girl looked to be becoming very concerned about her failing boyfriend. Cillian leapt up off of the stool and went to the girl, like he was going to her aid or something. He took her shoulders, “I say there’s no harm in looking at a flower like you.”
She just looked at him like caught in his glance. Cillian did have something about him. The crowd was still dancing even though most of the people in the place were drawn to Cillian about the fact that he has been fighting.
He took her hands and started dancing with her. Considering the circumstances. People stopped to watch him dance with her. She just looked up into his eyes letting her feet, etc. go where he wanted.
Cillian took her into the middle of the dance floor spinning around. He took one and hand twirl her. She twirled back in with a gentle tug. He did it again pushing her off towards the side. He tugged her gently back in.
Suddenly she screamed as to her surprise his face had changed. He quickly dipped her putting his mouth to her throat and taking a bite. People were watching, confused, some where coming forward to stop this. They didn’t stop this.
Quickly Cillian drank in her warm blood, making his cold skin warm as it went down. The girl couldn’t scream. She was in a state of shock. Everything went so slow, but he went fast. Wanted to have her dead by the time the people that wanted to stop him came at him.
Almost time for him to let her go and drop her to the floor when suddenly an arm grabbed him and pulled him off of her. Pulled him, throwing him into one of the stone things that held up the ceiling. His body chipped the stone. He hit the ground on all fours his face turning back.
A young woman stood there before him. She was human, Cillian could always sense his own kind. She seemed to be tall for the moment when he was down there. He stood up.
The young woman was 5’7”, she had long blonde straight hair and brown eyes. She looked very pretty, kind of gave Cillian more reason to kill her.
“Slayer?” he growled a smile appearing on his face.
The slayer went to punch him in the face. He ducked out of the way and she quickly pulled out the stake to jab him on the take back. He grabbed it twisted her arm behind her and slammed her down on the ground,
“That’s not the way at all!” he laughed throwing down her weapon.
She rolled onto her back quickly and flipped up onto her feet she slammed both fists towards him quickly. He grabbed them both and jumped up slamming his feet at her head. She slammed up against one of the stone pillars.
Cillian stood before her, waiting for her to try again. She went at him. He went to punch her in the face, she ducked the blow and punched him in the stomach and kneed him in the head. He suddenly grabbed her by the hair and she threw her into the glass of the bar.
He went towards her. One man that wasn’t afraid of him tried to help. He tried to punch Cillian from behind. Cillian ducked the blow having heard it coming and elbowed him in the face.
The man went across the floor a great deal of feet. Cillian kept his mind on the standing slayer. The glass had cut her. She went to kick him in the head. He blocked the blow. She spun around again and kicked him in the face.
He went down hard against the floor. He flipped back up on his feet. She kicked him in the stomach as soon as he was up again. He caught her leg wincing. She swung her other leg up and kicked him in the face making him let go and she back flipped back.
She landed on her feet. Cillian was only knocked back a couple of feet. Blood dripped down his top lip from his nose. He ducked another blow and she got a hold of him the next one. Threw him into the shelf over the bar. More glass braking.
The slayer went up to him. She kicked him in the chest as he was getting up. He flipped onto his back in the process. Then on his own he flipped up onto his feet and flipped up onto the top of what was left on the bar.
He landed and kicked her in the head. She hit the glass. The bartender hit him in the back with a broom. Cillian grabbed the broom. He brought the bartender up in the air with his own weapon before the fellow could let go. Grabbed the bartender, and broke his neck.
The slayer grabbed the broom and broke it in half. She slammed one edge into his shin. Cillian went down grabbed the makeshift stake and gripping her hand as it held it.
She could feel all the bones in that left hand brake as Cillian made her pull the thing out. “This isn’t over!!!” roared Cillian, wincing in pain.
She held her hand, if he tried anything she’d fight past the broken hand and the wincing. Cillian leapt up for the rafters and made it out of the building through one of the windows up there.
Glass fell down from the ceiling and people either were gone or huddle from the shards. The slayer ran for the door out of the club.
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~Day:
Ramona was pouring cereal for Mark. He hadn’t talk to her since the night before. Visa Versa. She didn’t care, just going along with her life.
Mark watched her poor the milk hand him the spoon. He could have done it but it was just automatic for her to serve him that morning.
She put the cereal up and the milk. The phone rang and Ramona went to it, “Hello, Ramona speaking.” Mark watched her, just going to let his cereal get soggy. She listened to the phone for a long moment, “Yeah, I’ll come over…” she listened, “I’m sure he can take care of himself for an hour or two.”
Mark looked down at his cereal. “Bye,” Ramona hung up the phone.
“You’re leaving?” asked Mark.
“Yeah, Fisher needs to talk with me,” Ramona said, she looked at his cereal, “I’m sure you’re hungry eat it.”
“Why do you hang out around those people when they’re the ones-”
“They don’t do anything to me,” she interrupted, “You won’t ever understand what I do.”
He watched her leave through the back door.
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Ramona went up to the door of Fisher’s place. Right before, just before she knocked the door opened. Fisher stood there, prim proper, watcher like.
“Hi,” she said reluctantly putting her hand down since she wasn’t going to need to knock anyway.
“Come in,” he said, nicely as usual.
Ramona stepped over the threshold. She stepped into the room and saw a young woman sitting on his couch. She stood up.
She was that slayer. Ramona stopped in her tracks as she walked in. Fisher had closed the door behind her.
“Oh, this is Victoria,” introduced Fisher, “She’s a Slayer.”
“Really,” sighed Ramona, awestruck, another one around here.
“Hello,” said the slayer, she had a small voice, you wouldn’t expect from her, she seemed slightly shy.
“Hi,” Ramona sighed, confused slightly.
“I’ve decided to take her under my wing,” said Fisher.
Ramona sat back in one of the chairs in Fisher’s living room, “Really. Why?”
“Her watcher was killed,” stated Fisher, he looked to Victoria, “Sorry I put it so bluntly.”
“Oh, that’s alright,” she said cradling her hand. It was bandaged, she was banged up.
Ramona examined her as she sat back down, “What happened to you?”
“She had a run in with Cillian last night,” replied Fisher going to his stove, readying the tea kettle.
“You survived,” stated Ramona.
“He said, it wasn’t the last of things-” Ramona interrupted Victoria.
“Never is,” sighed Ramona.
“I stabbed him with a broom stick in the leg and he ran off,” said the young woman, she was older then Ramona, but sounded younger.
“It seems that Cillian has risen in the threat meter,” assured Fisher folding his arms over his chest, turned towards the girls.
“How long has he been around?” questioned Victoria.
“About 6 months,” stated Ramona looking down at her feet.
“Why haven’t you killed him?” Victoria automatically spoke.
“Victoria, it seems he’s a very cocky vamp-” Fisher explained.
“But he’s a vamp, nothing super about him. I would have sensed it. Vamps go dust when you stake them, catch the on fire, crosses, holy water. He’s just ordinary, why isn’t he dead?” asked the girl, curious girl.
Ramona looked at her, she was offended, “He’s tough. You fought him, why isn’t he dead?”
“No time to get offended Ramona,” replied Fisher.
She looked to Fisher, “I do the slaying. I am the slayer around here. I’ve improved things for this town.”
“Well you’ll have my help now,” the other slayer actually spoke boldly.
“I don’t need it,” stated Ramona.
“Ramona,” he seemed to want to scold her.
Ramona looked towards the lamp next to her in the living room instead of going on. She looked down at the legs of the table it was on.
“My watcher trained me very well. I’ve defeated a dragon,” stated Victoria, “Oh, and an ancient vampire named Luroskus.”
“Yes, you have quite the résumé,” encouraged Fisher.
“Cillian has killed 7 slayers,” stated Ramona looking back up at Victoria.
“4,” clarified Fisher.
“No, 7, he was Miami,” corrected Ramona.
“How do you know that?” asked Fisher stepping towards her.
Her eyes got a little wider with the question. “Battles, he talks when we fight,” stated Ramona. She looked from Fisher back to Victoria, “What makes you think you can beat him just because you have a little more of your, footing then I do?
Victoria didn’t answer, she didn’t want to be rude or anything, Ramona went on, “He thinks it’s all a game. Tell me, did he laugh when he was fighting you?
The other slayer replied with a nod, Ramona continued, “Doesn’t matter who or what we’ve battled. He’s different!” she was getting slightly outraged, kind of thinking Victoria was ignorant. Ramona stood up, “That’s always the way you people work.”
“Ramona,” said Fisher, wanting to get to other points of the conversation.
“Slayers,” Ramona turned towards Victoria instead of pacing, that was probably going to be next, “They think they’re invincible. Being a slayer is screwed up. Gives a boost in ego, and when you’re up you will go down. You’ll either die or your friends will leave you and you’ll be left to fend on your own.
“On your own even if everyone is there. And the only person that you can find hope in is someone that you don’t need it in.” She wished she never said that, so she continued on to a point like it but far away. “Death, death is bad. People dying is bad. Ego is bad.”
“I don’t have a large ego,” stated the girl.
“Oh, I see it, you’ve been popping the ego pills,” pointed Ramona in an all knowing way, but not really pointing at her. More or less shaking her finger.
“Calm down,” scolded Fisher, “We’re going to figure this out. All of us, we’ll work together. I can even contact some people-”
“We’re not bringing the military into it are we, again?” questioned Ramona.
“No, the new council, well, the pieces more or less,” stated Fisher, Ramona had stopped pacing and stood there looking at them. Fisher went on, “Cillian going to be finished.”
“I agree,” stated Victoria, “Sorry I say the things I do. Just-”
“The ego pills,” said Ramona under her breath.
Victoria just looked at her. Fisher looked down, “Ramona, come with me, into the bathroom I need to talk with you.”
Ramona just stood there for a long moment. Then she agreed, she followed Fisher into his bathroom. Spick and span, little area.
He closed the door, “What’s going on with you.”
“This is my town,” she answered.
“No it’s not. We need her help,” stated Fisher.
“Maybe it’s not my town,” she pointed to the door, “She’s going to end up dead.”
“You’ve brought helping your peers into a new standard. You don’t need to worry for her,” stated Fisher.
Ramona looked down, “Cillian’s wrong.”
“Exactly, that’s why this is going to be concluded-”
The door was knocked on. They got quiet. Fisher opened the door, “Yes?”
“I should go check on my mom,” said Victoria, “Uh…she’s probably going stir crazy in that Motel room.”
“That’s just fine,” stated Fisher.
“Nice meeting you Ramona,” said Victoria.
She left. Ramona looked up, “You’re my watcher.” This felt very blunt to say to her, very open.
“Now I’m hers too,” said Fisher.
“You, you…” she didn’t know what to say.
“It’s understandable that you’d feel towards me a father figure since we’ve met. But we don’t do anything Ramona, I tell you about the demon. You kill it.”
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Victoria went up the stairs inside the motel building. She went down the hall and to the door. She knocked on it. No one answered.
Victoria got the key out she had because her mom was probably in there taking a nap. She opened the door and went inside.
Victoria closed the door behind her when she entered, locked the door. All the drapes in the room were closed. “Mom?”
Her mom wasn’t laying on any of the beds. The bathroom door was opened. Her mom wasn’t answering. Victoria looked well around the room.
Her heart jumped up into her throat when she found her. Laying on the ground, beaten, cut, pale. She was gagged and tied at the back, hands to her feet. She was trying to talk through her gag, “MOM!”
Victoria went to her mother’s side and pulled the gag away. Her mother didn’t speak just looked dead past her, tears going down her face, “Mom, who did this?” she saw her mother’s look, “What’s wrong?”
The beaten woman just looked past to Cillian who was standing behind in a white tank top jeans and his boots. His jacket hung on the door of the room.
He spoke: “Oh so late,” she looked to him suddenly, “And, I‘ve already traumatized her too.”
Victoria looked at him angrily. Her hand on her mother’s shoulders, her mother in hysterics. Blood all over the poor woman. She was shaking, her skin clammy.
She stood up. Cillian stood there laughing at her. She went at him. Victoria tried to punch him suddenly.
Cillian ducked out of the way punched her back with his left then kicked her in the chest. She slammed up into the ceiling. She fell. Piece of the ceiling shed dust from it’s blow.
Victoria quickly rolled back up onto her feet. He kicked her across the face suddenly with his left foot and she hit the table next to the window. She almost hit the window.
He went towards her. She flipped back up onto her feet from the shards ready for more. Cillian’s face changed, “Why don’t you calm, it’s not your day to die anyway.” He was getting closer to her.
Victoria kicked the glass out from the window behind her. Cillian jumped back suddenly so that the sun wouldn’t touch him. But the mother was on his side of the room.
He didn’t care. He suddenly jumped at Victoria grabbed her by the arm and threw her through the closet door. She hit the wall in there so hard. The things that were hanging up in there fell and a hanger went into her shoulder.
Cillian laughed, a bit, didn’t think the sun thing was funny, “Not funny. Not good for you or your poor sickly mum.”
Victoria crawled out the closet. Cillian was doing something. Victoria was coughing, she pulled the hanger from her shoulder.
“Come to think about it,” said Cillian, He looked towards Victoria, “Actually me killing her now will just save you some change Lassie. Have it all end now and,” he gripped the table leg in his hands as Victoria stood up, “-she’ll never need to contact a psychiatrist for the whole put out misery thing.”
She looked up towards him and suddenly he hit her across the head with the wood, knocking her out cold. Cillian laughed with is whole heart. He looked towards the mother, his face turned back, “Or maybe you’ll just end up lucky and blow your brains out.”
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~ Night:
Victoria was waking up. Her head hurt. The blood on her skin, on her face had dried. The room was almost spinning. She was tied up as well.
“Isn’t it a beautiful night?” questioned Cillian knowing her state, awake.
“Mom?”
“Oh, she’s not here anymore, poor little thing,” stated Cillian, “Just kind of kicked the bucket. I don’t know I guess it was from the loss of blood, but of course-”
“Shut up!” hissed Victoria.
Cillian let his evil grin grow, “I have your life in my hands Lass. And yet you still play.” Tears were going down Victoria’s cheeks, “How’s that hand feeling?
Victoria didn’t answer him, “I see you don’t fancy that you have any part of this conversation. Of course by all means I’m not one to talk it up-”
“You’re going to burn in hell,” growled Victoria, the grogginess fading from her.
“But not yet,” stated Cillian standing up from the chair that he had been in, he was wearing his coat now.
He pulled over a table with some at home stuff on it. Clothes pens, scissors, can of hair spray, needle thread. Victoria glimpsed the table, “Why don’t you just kill me?”
“Because, this is the next level in the game. The part I enjoy least, but in a way, it could become a household favorite,” answered Cillian picking up the hammer on the table. Victoria didn’t speak for a long length of time. “I’ll leave your mouth without a gag, so scream if you want.”
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Ramona sat on the couch in the living room. She had fallen asleep quite some time ago. She had fallen asleep while watching some reruns of the Andy Griffith show.
Something inside her told her that she should get up. Something inside her was telling her a bunch of reasons to get up. Even that she had left the toaster in the bathtub, which was actually just a weird dream with a man in glasses with cheese and shrimp.
That something made her slowly open her eyes. She felt it was time to get up. She saw the clock in the room, the lamp reflecting on it, but it was still readable, “4:30,” she said to herself.
“Quite a late time, isn’t it?” questioned Cillian.
Ramona turned towards where his voice had come from. He stood at the entrance to the living room in the doorway. She didn’t know what to say.
Cillian walked in towards you, “There’s another slayer in town.”
“I know,” sighed Ramona looking down as she sat up, “Victoria.”
“What a pretty name,” sighed Cillian. He folded his arms over his chest, “I would have mentioned it earlier but I had stuff to do to day.”
Ramona sat there watching him, “Really. The immortal undead has errands to run.”
“Something like that. I just wanted to know if you knew,” said Cillian.
“Well I do, now leave before Mark-”
“Do you know anything about that girl, family members?” he questioned letting his hands drop down.
“What? No,” she said, kind of outraged, “I’m not going to tell you anything, even if I knew.”
“Why?” asked Cillian stepping towards her.
She stood up, “Because it’s wrong of all things. I can see what you’re planning Cillian, killing them-”
“Something like that,” he answered coldly, towering over her.
“You can’t.”
“I’m not a saint Lady Red, I’m a thing of the night, I’m evil,” said Cillian.
“Why do you have to be okay with that?” growled Ramona.
“I don’t get where your point is at, but I bloody don’t need it. I’ll find out about her personal life on my own then,” he went towards the door. Turned back towards her, “Come to think of it, if my wild guess is right she’s now the slayer to a Leo Fisher, your watcher. Now, what if I killed him.”
“Don’t you dare,” hissed Ramona.
“Wouldn’t that be a bit of hurt for you?” said Cillian going for the door knob. He cocked his head to the side, looking her in the eyes, seeing if she would have anything to say. “Care about him like a father. Most slayers do, or more than that-”
“Ewe.”
“Fatherly type,” he spoke calmly with his deep voice, “Past months he’s been like a father. But you cling to someone that treats you well. Has he really been the father for you?”
Ramona didn’t reply and Cillian just opened the door and left. She looked down, sad. He was right there, she could of finished him off. But she didn’t.
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Fisher was putting all his stuff in his insurance office into boxes. He was leaving that world. Mr. Leo Fisher would take the boxes of books, etc. back to his home and look in the want ads.
He drove his car back. It wasn’t an old car, it wasn’t a British one either. Just a car, a Toyota. Kind of old.
When he got to his apartment he just left the books and stuff in his car. He’d get them later. He got to his door, unlocked it. Went inside.
“Good Lord,” he stated seeing what he saw.
Victoria lay tied up on his coffee table, tied to it. She was beaten, blood all over her clothes, bruised, swollen. She was gashed up.
He went to her aid. She moaned as he untied her. He untied her, lifted up her head trying to get more of a response, “Victoria, are you there, can you talk to me?”
Victoria just moaned her eyes going around the room, her right hand was stretched down at her side. Something was in her pocket. A piece of paper.
Fisher thought it had something to do with Cillian because well, it was clean. He got it, still holding Victoria’s head up, he read the childish writing to himself.
Hello,
It seems you’ve found the poor girl. I will be blunt with you, when she heals up, I will kill her. That’s the whole truth, because that’s what I do, and you should remind Lady Red that.
As you’ll notice I’ve spent my hard earned time on her. Just to prefect her, like her mother I would expect her to be in a state of shock when she becomes of consciousness. Or not.
Come to think of it, her mother was also a grand specimen. But back to this lovely girl, she doesn’t like to talk much. So I helped her, cut her tongue out, you’ll find it in the other pocket-
Fisher couldn’t take it anymore so he crumpled up the paper and threw it across the room, “I’ll take you to the hospital. Alright, you stay awake.”
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Ramona got to the hospital as soon as she found out. She was let into the room. Thankfully Victoria wasn’t in ICU.
She saw her. Still in bad shape but she was healing up already, “How’s she doing?”
“Well, she doesn’t have a tongue,” stated Fisher, “Cillian said it was in the other pocket, well it wasn’t.”
“Oh, god,” answered Ramona, she was in awe, she could never imagine having that done to herself. Didn’t want to imagine it either.
“She’s healing up quickly, probably be able to leave in a couple of days,” he didn’t want to talk around the sleeping Victoria, “Lets talk in the hall.”
Ramona followed him out into the hall. He closed the door behind them, “Tonight.”
“What do you mean?” questioned Ramona.
“Tonight you’re going to kill Cillian, I will give the weapons,” said Fisher.
“What if he is stronger?” replied Ramona.
Fisher folded his arms, “I thought I trained you well. You survive the battles, and I know you can do this.”
“I’m not ready.”
“Whatever happens, everyone isn’t ready for something Ramona. And Cillian has been a threat too long. We need to finish him,” he explained.
“You’re not the one fighting,” said Ramona.
“I know you have it in you.”
“What if I don’t, people are wrong. You’re wrong.”
“Stop this, he’s a vampire. You’re the slayer, The slayers he’s killed, years ago. The last ones, I don’t know. But he’s not all powerful. He’s just that vampire that came to town,” he wanted her to understand him.
Ramona did understand him. She didn’t want to kill Cillian, not yet anyway. She looked down at the ground.
Fisher continued, “Victoria couldn’t do it-”
“She’s better trained,” Ramona spoke up.
“I highly doubt that,” Fisher was trying to be encouraging.
“Fine,” sighed Ramona.
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~ Night
Cillian was sitting in the vamp club. Drinking some brandy while he sat at the bar. The heavy metal music was going. Everyone having their way with the nice ladies in the air screaming. The demons were around him interacting.
“Two Bloody Mary’s,” ordered a vamp sitting by him.
“Sure,” answered the bartender, “Actual blood.”
“Would I have it any other way?” smiled the vamp. The got the drink, he was about ready to leave Cillian’s side when he stopped, he saw Cillian, “What the? Hey, you’re Cillian aren’t you?”
Cillian looked towards him like he was annoyed with him, “Yeah.”
“Whoa, this is a real honor,” he was laughing, “I mean, you should be watching your ass.”
“What?” questioned Cillian.
“Haven’t you heard, that slayer wants to kick your ass,” laughed the vamp.
Cillian grabbed the vamp by the throat and slammed him against the bar, “Are you taking joy in that?”
“Hey, man, no way. I mean, you’ve got a lot of courage being around here,” pleaded the vamp.
“For your information, Boy, I’ve taken care of that slayer, and I’ve got her on my list. When she gets out of the hospital she will die, no way out of it.”
“No, I mean the other one,” strained the vamp, “That red head one. The short one.”
“Ramona,” sighed Cillian his eyes going wide.
“Yeah that bitch,” agreed the vamp, he looked at Cillian who wasn’t moving the vamps head from the table, letting go. “Hey, you can let go you know. I mean, I think that rocks that you tortured that other slayer and put her in the hospital-”
Too late for him to finish his sentence. Cillian had grabbed a stake out of his coat in lighting speed and slammed it into the vamp’s chest. The vamp turned to dust.
Cillian stood up from the stool he sat at, slid the stake into his pocket. He took a drink of one that vamps and put down the glass. He walked out of the club.
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Ramona was driving with Mark somewhere. He was going to his job at a club as a bartender. Which would be odd for him to last in because he had a sling and was beaten pretty bad. But he was healing, that was good.
The didn’t talk while they went down the road. No one else out there. Sometimes you could just find the right place in New York to be at, no one else to cause road trouble.
Mark decided to calm the silence, “Whatever happened to that guy?”
It was sudden. Like a wish on a star or something, or mail order. Cillian ‘That Guy’ himself was in front of the SUV. His face suddenly changed, the lights were on him. They were too close to swerve. Cillian grabbed the front of the vehicle.
Cillian’s feet skid against the ground. Then he pushed back. The SUV made an odd noise. The front was being bent to fit to his hand.
Mark was the most taken a bike, “HOLY SHIT!!!”
Ramona turned off the car. She opened quickly put the car in park and got out. Cillian’s face changed back, he pulled away from the SUV and looked towards Ramona. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“I hear you’ve got a bounty on my head slayer,” growled Cillian, like he was angry, he wasn’t really. He was quite excited about the idea of being wanted dead, even more.
“And it’s time that I go through with it,” growled Ramona.
Cillian smirked at her. Mark leaned over and closed Ramona’s door and then locked the SUV. It just felt right. Cillian didn’t care.
The evil one cocked his head to the side waiting for her. Suddenly Ramona went to punch him. Cillian blocked her arm as it went to swipe across his face. She had practically faked him out going for his stomach as soon as he caught that arm.
He blocked that with his foot using the move to back flip off of her. He landed on his feet jumped up and kicked her in the face. Ramona fell against the grill of the SUV. Mark held his seatbelt, inside he was worrying for Ramona and wasn’t quite sure what to do, something will come to him.
Ramona was quickly on her feet. Cillian threw his right fist at her. She ducked behind his arm and kneed him in the stomach. Hit her fist against his back and he hit the grill of the SUV denting it more.
Cillian came off of it quickly. Ready for more. She had gone to kick him and got the SUV. Cillian grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the front. Not the window though.
He pulled back and she came again. She turned towards him quickly. His leg almost went across her face. She blocked it and tried to kick him in the crotch. He grabbed her leg and flipped her.
Ramona hit the top of the SUV hard. The windows cracked from the blow but didn’t brake, brake. The SUV started.
Mark drove forward and hit Cillian. Cillian flipped up over the hood and the top. He landed hard on the pavement. Mark stopped, he got out. Ramona was getting off of the SUV, “Come on.”
“No.”
“He’s not human!” exclaimed Mark.
“GET IN THE DAMN CAR!!” roared Ramona pointing at the car to Mark.
She turned around. Suddenly Cillian slammed his arm against her head and she hit the side denting it. She almost slid down. Caught herself on the wheel and she swung her legs up kicking him in the face. She hit the ground but so did he.
The both rolled onto their feet. Mark opened up one of the back doors of the car and pulled out a baseball bat. He gripped it tightly, he walked towards Cillian.
“DON’T!” demanded Ramona blood in her mouth.
Cillian smiled, flipped back up onto his feet, he looked towards Mark unfazed. Stepped towards him quickly, “Want to makin’ the worst mistake in your life?!”
Mark’s nostrils were flared. He tossed the bat to Ramona. She hit Cillian across the head with it. Cillian spit blood. Hit the ground hard. The Bat broke from his face blow.
Cillian rolled onto his back. Ramona gripped what she had in her hands of the bat, and slammed the stake down quickly…
To be Continued…
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