“Look, I told you man, you’ll get the stuff. Patience is a virtue, you know.” The vampire from the car park was speaking on the phone to another vampire, whose delivery was already 2 days late. He sat at his expensive desk, in his expensive down-town office, the walls covered with expensive paintings.
“Okay, I’ll tell you what I’ll do. I’ll make a couple of phone calls, see what I can come up with. But no promises, okay.” He could not be more unconvincing if he tried. He hung up the phone and pressed the button on his com-system to talk to his receptionist.
“Crystal, honey. You there?”
“Of course.” She was blonde, beautiful, but dumb as a post. Very much a stereotype.
“Have we got anything else to do today? I mean, stuff that is physically not possible to put off till tomorrow. I feel the call of a seedy night-club, cocktails, and loose legged women.”
“Well, yeah, I think so. I mean, there’s this guy here, wants to see you. ( She began to whisper, so the ‘guy’ could not hear) Kinda weird looking though.”
“In what way?”
“Well, you know, he’s got spikes and stuff all over him.”
‘Oh boy’ he thought to himself ‘this is all I need. I really should get a bit better at poker before I start playing for ten thousand bucks a go. Particularly with demons.’
“Can’t you get rid of him?”
“No, he’s bigger than me.”
“Mental note, gotta get some muscle on the door. All right, send him in.”
He leaned back, preparing himself, and loaded the shotgun strapped to the underside of his desk. He managed to get 4 shells into it before the demon opened the door. A personal best.
“Kaylek, how you doing buddy. Sit down. Want a drink, just help yourself to the cupboard. I don’t know how much is left though, I’m having a stressful week.” He said, desperately trying to lighten the mood of empending doom.
“This is not a social visit, Quin. I’m here for my money, and you will not leave this room until I get it.”
“Sure, okay. I’ll just write you a check. What was it, 50 grand?”
“500 thousand, and not a penny less.”
“Oh, well, you see, I had to pay out a whole lot of money this morning.....”
“Pay me now or suffer the consequences.”
“Could you not just wait till next week? I mean you’ve waited this long, what’s a few days between friends.”
“I am not your friend!”
“That much is clear.”
“Enough! I will suffer you no longer! Feel my wrath!”
“Melodrama. Can’t we work this out like the mature adults that we are?”
Kaylek smiled at him in a way that completely failed to comfort him at all. The demon began chanting in a strange language, raising his hands to the sky. Slowly, a light seemed to form in a ball over Quin’s head.
“Wha.... what are you doing?” He was beginning to allow his nervousness to show.
The demons smile grew broader, and the light grew to peak, let out a blinding flash, and flew with lightning speed into Quin’s chest.
“Giving your soul back.” Kaylek replied.
Quin staggered back. He felt strange, different.
“You gave me a soul? You bastard. How the fuck am I supposed to business in this town with soul? Jesus Christ, even humans can’t do that.” Whatever happened, he would not loose his sense of humour.
“Not quite the reaction I was expecting. Do you not feel remorse for the atrocities you have committed?”
“Hey, buddy, pre-vampire I was in the Mob. I did allot worse things then. Couldn’t you have just beat me up or something?”
“Although it did have the effect I wanted, your punishment is severe. You have 2 months to pay me, if you do not, you will be cursed with a soul for all eternity. Now I must leave, but I warn you, do not try to escape me, I will find you.”
The demon turned and walked out the room, not noticing the hand gesture aimed towards him by the newly conscence endowed vampire.
“Great! Just fucking brilliant! I really should have just paid him. Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? I know, I’ll get drunk, that’ll help.”
He sat back in his chair, took a bottle of Vodka and a glass from a draw, and proceeded to carry out his plan.
“Mr. Quin sir.”
“Crystal, honey. Not now.”
“But sir, there’s this guy on the phone, say’s his name’s Whistler. What a dumb name.”
“Tell him to go away.”
“But sir, he say’s it’s important, something about a you having a soul. I tried to explain your a vampire, and vampires don’t have souls, but he just told me to shut up and put him through.”
‘How does this guy know. It happened, what, 2 minutes ago. This sounds interesting.’
“Okay Crystal, put him through.”
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