Its getting close to the end, but don't fear yet! There still stuff to do!
Josh hung from his wrists, looking around the cell he was in. Sally was across the cell from him, but she was looking worse every hour. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôthese brace's are silver├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. He jerked at his cuffs. They didn't budge. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI did it again. I let my anger get in the way of my thinking and now we are both going to die├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI really screwed this up├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, but Josh cut her off, saying ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't need to be defended├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh!├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôI love you!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Josh was silent. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, finally. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats all I wanted to say├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôI love you, and if we die, I wanted you to know that I love you. I've loved you for about two years now├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôI noticed├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI noticed when I proposed to you. Its like something beautiful was sitting in front of me and I was just blind├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you done?├óÔé¼┬Ø a voice said. They both looked up at the door. Hans was standing there ├óÔé¼┼ôIt was quite sappy├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôNow we are going to kill you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Two guards walked into the room and unlatched Sally and Josh. They had to drag Sally, who was almost completely drained by the silver poisoning.
Josh was shoved into the main hall of the church and saw that even more cultists had arrived. The blood had been cleaned up too. Hitler was standing at his podium, looking at them. ├óÔé¼┼ôToday├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, his accented voice filling the church ├óÔé¼┼ôIs the day that we start our struggle. Our great work├óÔé¼┬Ø. The cultists were all looking at Josh and Sally. ├óÔé¼┼ôToday we execute our first...sympathizer. For what is worse, the monster...or the man who works for him!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The crowd cheered, some shouting ├óÔé¼┼ôThe man!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Hitler raised his hand, silencing them. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI will kill this werewolf, but I leave this man for you...├óÔé¼┬Ø he smiled. The cultists looked downright murderously at Josh.
Josh, however, was staring at the floor. His hands were unbound, but he felt the gun aimed at his head, even though the guard who was doing the aiming was at least two feet away. Josh spotted something. Then hope flared in his breast. He looked up at Hitler, who was making a big show of pulling out his syringe. He looked back down at the ground. Then he slammed his hand down and grabbed something. He stood up as quick as he could and threw.
For the people who had cleaned up the place had missed something. A single bayonet had slid under the stage, and Josh has pulled it up through the crack. The perfectly sharp and balanced blade flew through the air. It went right past Hitler's head, almost nicking his forehead. Hitler looked at Josh, grinning. Josh had missed. Then he grabbed Sally and pressed the syringe against her throat. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou lose├óÔé¼┬Ø he said to Josh. Then the bayonet sliced through the curtains that covered the huge stain glass windows that spread over the side of the church. The bayonet slid into those windows and shattered them.
Moonlight streamed through the hole. Sally looked up. Her eyes flashed, her mouth splitting in a wide grin. Her teeth became very sharp, like a wolf's teeth. Hitler blanched. If he had just used the syringe then she would have lived. Then Sally reached around, claws sprouting from her fingertips and she ripped his arms off. Josh grinned savegly. Then the guard behind him shot him and he fell forward. His face hit the ground and he saw a wolf figure leap forward into the crowd of Cultists. Then he was out.
├óÔé¼┼ô├óÔé¼┬ØThe bidding will begin at├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir started, looking at the assorted vampires that had come this night. They ranged from fat, skinny, normal to extreme. Some were hideous, others were breathtakingly beautiful. All were there under aliases. No one wanted to be known as a Diablerist, but everyone of them wanted to diablerize. Vladimir loved that hypocrisy amongst vampires. He was about to say exactly where the bidding will be at when a Chevy smashed through the back wall of the meeting rooms.
The car exploded through the wall. It was actually mostly a window, but the car caught the corners of the walls and ripped those out too. The vampires all broke apart, standing from their fold out chairs and running for cover. The car screeched to a halt, spinning on its side until it stopped, its side facing the podium. On top was a hastily cut sun roof, with what looked like a machine gun mounted there. Vladimir gulped. Ginger was a bit later then he expected. Then the driver side door opened and Ginger stepped out of the car. Vladimir's eyebrows shot straight up.
Ginger's body was crisscrossed by two bandoleers, each crammed with bullets. At her hips were two oddly shaped pistols, both with huge barrels. Across her waist was a belt, and attached to that belt was five grenades. Next to the grenades was a large knife, a stake and a hammer. Across Ginger's back a M1 Garand was slung. In each of her hands was a Thompson sub-machine gun, with drum ammo belts. At both of her ankles two more pistols were strapped, of the same make as those on her hips. There was silence, the last chair toppling over. All the vampires looked at her unblinkingly.
├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose you would like to make the opening bid?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He smiled at her. Ginger's left eye narrowed. Then her arm was up in a blurr of motion, the pistol almost flying into her hand. She aimed for a split second then fired. Vladimir dodged the bullet. But then he was slammed forward as the wall behind him exploded. Ginger dropped the one shot pistol and rolled, picking up the Thompson she had discarded to fire the pistol. She sprang to her feet and opened up with both submachine guns on the nearest vampire. Blood exploded off him as he flew backwards, bullets stitching a moon landscape over his body. He fell to the ground, the front of him completely pulped. Ginger dropped both of her Thompsons and shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôMATHEW! OPEN HER UP!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Vladimir stood up, yanking a chunk of wood out of the back of his head. Then he looked up at the car. A man was standing in the sunroof. He flipped the safety off the MG-42 and opened it up. Vladimir was thrown back, high caliber rounds smashing into his body. He hit the ruins of his podium and rolled over, landing on his head. The vampires, realizing they were under attack, ran at the car, swords at the ready. Mathew hosed them down. The vampire couldn't dodge a hail of bullets and many of them fell, their arms and legs broken. None were killed, but they were knocked over. Ginger slid the M1 Garand off her back and started firing madly. Each of her shots connected with someone's head.
Her Garand twanged loudly and she slid the clip out, slapping a new one into its place. Then she rolled away from a vampire swinging a sword at her. The vampire leaped on her, trying to stab downwards at her. Ginger dodged the blow by tilting her head slightly. The sword sank into the floor. ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks for trying├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said softly. Then she jammed the barrel in the vampire mouth and fired. The vampire flew backwards, its head snapping back as the bullet exploded out of the back of its head. Ginger got up and fired more bullets into the vampires that were running to the left and to the right. The MG-42 went silent and Mathew shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôGINGER!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger unhooked two of her granaten. She spun them around on her fingers and brought them to her fangs. She hooked the firing pin ring on her fang and yanked both grenades out of her mouth. Then she threw them like baseballs. One smashed a vampire in the face, sending some teeth flying. The vampire looked very annoyed at the grenade in his mouth. Then he and several vampires around him exploded. Ginger's second grenade slammed into another vampires crotch. He doubled over on the grenade then flew apart as it exploded. Ginger spat both of the firing pins out of her mouth and grinned. At least ten would be diablerists were running all about, screaming and batting at their flaming limbs.
Mathew pulled out his twelve gage double barreld shot gun and blew the head off a vampire, sending if flying backwards. The now headless vampire got up and started bumbling around, looking for something to kill. Mathew climbed out of the car and grinned, looking around. It looked like most of the enemy vampires were quite dead. The survivors were too busy burning up or running the hell away. He looked at Ginger ├óÔé¼┼ôLooks like├óÔé¼┬Ø he started to say. Then his words died on his lips as he saw. ├óÔé¼┼ôLOOK OUT GINGER!├óÔé¼┬Ø He shouted, running forward. He smashed Ginger out of the way with his shoulder.
Ginger turned halfway around at Mathew's shout. She saw a vampire with a knife. He threw the knife. She was going to get it right in the heart. She was off balance, unable to move with all these guns and ammo on her. Then Mathew's shoulder smashed into her side and sent her sprawling. There was a wet thunk. Ginger sprang to her feet and said ├óÔé¼┼ôThanks...├óÔé¼┬Ø she trailed off, seeing Mathew. The knife was sticking out of his chest, right where his heart should be. Mathew made a wet noise in his throat, looking at the expanding circle of blood on his otherwise clean shirt. ├óÔé¼┼ôNO!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger shouted, catching him as he fell. ├óÔé¼┼ôI-I-I made a right mess of my shirt├óÔé¼┬Ø he gasped, his chest convulsing as he tried to breath with his severely damaged lungs.
Ginger slowly let him down, kneeling. Mathew rested his head against her lap and tried to breath ├óÔé¼┼ôI-I s-s-su-suppose I w-was awfully useless├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, not quite focusing on anything, his eyes wandering. ├óÔé¼┼ôMathew├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said softly ├óÔé¼┼ôYou...you weren't supposed to die├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôhuh├óÔé¼┬Ø Mathew said ├óÔé¼┼ôI-I su├óÔé¼┬Ø he died. Ginger blinked. A tear ran down her cheek, warm and wet. She whipped her cheek and her hand came away red. She blinked, a red haze over her eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow touching├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir's voice carried over the trashed room, audible even over the burning corpses. Ginger's hands shook. More tears collected at her chin. A single one fell off and plopped on Mathew's face. It was red.
Vladimir slowly walked over the broken ground , stepping around the knocked over folding chairs and ruined bits of wall and floor. Ginger sobbed, her eyes squeezed shut. ├óÔé¼┼ôCrying for this human?├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir asked ├óÔé¼┼ôYou would have had to do it some day or another. Humans are so fragile, after all├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger stood up, and turned around. Vladimir blinked ├óÔé¼┼ôBlood Tears?├óÔé¼┬Ø he asked. He seemed slightly frightened. Ginger looked away at her left foot. Then she whipped her arm over her face, smearing the blood away. Her sleeve came away stained red. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is Timothy?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's around├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, her voice dull, almost emotionless.
Vladimir sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI presume that you don't know what Blood Tears are, you silly girl├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNO, I don't├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking up. Her eyes were not their vampiric red. They were clear white. Another tear trickled down her nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts what a vampire cries when...when their true love dies├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said. ├óÔé¼┼ôoh├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. Then she dived forward, whipping her knife out. Vladimir turned insubstantial and she shot right through him, landing with a thump. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou fucking bastard!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôFace me!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Vladimir just laughed ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to explain somethings first├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger swung his knife through where his throat would be, but it just went through him like he was smoke.
Vladimir sank into the floor. He reappeared, stepping out of the wall ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI never told you about...your lineage├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger's back stiffened and her teeth bared ├óÔé¼┼ôMy lineage? How do my paren-├óÔé¼┬Ø. Vladimir cut her off mid word ├óÔé¼┼ôYour true lineage├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôthe history of the blood that flows through your veins...my blood├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôI was sired by Timothy├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd Timothy was sired by me├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said ├óÔé¼┼ôhe was the third Hunter to be sent after me, oh so long ago. I turned him, as I turned his father and his Grandfather├óÔé¼┬Ø. Vladimir's grin turned very evil ├óÔé¼┼ôthe fourth Hunter who was sent after me was the Headmaster the Vampire Hunter guild, a venerable warrior of God. A real Crusader├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôWho?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôHis name was Doctor Abraham Van Helsing├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said, slowly pulling himself to his full height. Ginger felt a child down her spine. ├óÔé¼┼ôTimothy's blood, the blood that flows through your veins is my blood. I am Vladimir Tepes...but you know me better as Count Dracula├óÔé¼┬Ø.
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Ginger's knees felt weak. She wasn't sure if she had heard Vladimir right. ├óÔé¼┼ôD...Dracula?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked ├óÔé¼┼ôT-Thats...thats impossible!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt is?├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said, tilting his head ├óÔé¼┼ôWhoever said Helsing actually killed me├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI...I read Strokers accounts of that night├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, pointing her finger at Vladimir ├óÔé¼┼ôHe said Helsing didn't just stake you. He staked you, light you on fire and spread your ashes to the four corners of the word!├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe did?├óÔé¼┬Ø Vladimir said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe tried to at least. I had a body double. None other then m loyal creation, Timothy Blackhorse the elder├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blinked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIt wasn't hard├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, slowly walking down the steps to the floor of the bidding area ├óÔé¼┼ôSome simple blood magic reformed his face, and after five decades of servitude he was very pleased to die for me├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Dracula started to pace around Ginger ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôFor the first time in five hundred years every one of my bloodline is in one house├óÔé¼┬Ø he clapped his hands together. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy is that important?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause, as you have no doubt heard from other vampires, my blood is unique├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôVery unique├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger looked at her arm, at the veins that stood out on her wrists. Dracula finished his pacing, ending up right behind Ginger ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôDo you wish to come with me?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger turned around, looking at him ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked ├óÔé¼┼ôCome...no!├óÔé¼┬Ø. She balled her fists up ├óÔé¼┼ôA good man is dead, because of YOU!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôA good man?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, his voice rising ├óÔé¼┼ôSo what! What is your POINT Draculina!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The name stung in more then one way. Ginger blinked away some tears ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have to few good men in this world├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOn the contrary├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, walking to Mathew's corpse ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have all to many good men in this world. Thats what you fail to understand, blood kin├óÔé¼┬Ø he looked at the corpse ├óÔé¼┼ôEvil is necessary in this world├óÔé¼┬Ø he said softly. Ginger wanted to scream, to smash his head apart with her bare hands. She wished she could, but she knew better. He would just do his vanishing trick. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you going to talk me to death?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't hurt you, but you could do a thousand things to me├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôUntrue├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me demonstrate├óÔé¼┬Ø. He plucked the knife out of Mathew's belt and hurled it at Ginger, faster then even her improved eyes could track. It went straight for her face, then through it, then slammed into the wall. ├óÔé¼┼ôI said├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, smirking at Ginger's expression ├óÔé¼┼ôThat my blood was unique. Its an involuntary reaction, for now├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger gulped, her eyes still fixed on the knife. ├óÔé¼┼ôInvoluntary?├óÔé¼┬Ø She muttered ├óÔé¼┼ôHow about this├óÔé¼┬Ø she yanked the knife out of the wall and hurled it at Dracula. Dracula caught it and hurled it right back at her. Ginger dodged it and it shattered, hitting the wall. ├óÔé¼┼ôSeems├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are at an impasse├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking at him. She was hungry. It was not starvation, not nearly close, but it was a tickling desire at the back of her mind. Dracula grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôAs your grandsire├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI could order you to do anything I want├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôThen why don't you?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy order when you can simply request?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôIf I ordered you, you'd be angry at me. And anger works over time and corrupts even the best person├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger's mouth was completely dry, no matter what she tried to do to fix it. Dracula slowly advanced ├óÔé¼┼ôNow we reach the end game. What I have wanted for so long...├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger took a step back, but tripped over a bit of rubble.
Dracula grinned at her ├óÔé¼┼ôIts always the smallest thing that trips the giant├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger backed up, pushing over the the ground with her feet. Then she hit a bit of rubble with her foot and sent it shooting across the ground. It hit Dracula's left shin and he brought his leg up, shouting ├óÔé¼┼ôOw!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger jumped up and punched Dracula in the face. He staggered back, feeling his nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôOw├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula moaned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou punched me├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, looking at Ginger. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI did├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dracula snarled, reaching for her. Ginger ducked and punched him in the gut. Dracula backed up, feeling his gut. ├óÔé¼┼ôEnough├óÔé¼┬Ø He said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, grabbing him around the neck and trying to strangle him.
Dracula jerked himself backwards and pulled out a mirror. Ginger pulled out her knife. Dracula threw the mirror up and it fell, face down, on his head. It fell and hit the ground. Dracula was gone. Ginger stood there, blinking. She walked over to the face down mirror and picked it up. She flipped it over in her hands and looked in the mirrored surface. Dracula stood behind her, grinning evilly. Ginger dropped the mirror and spun around. Dracula ran forward and stabbed her in the chest. Ginger looked at the knife, backing up slowly. Dracula yanked the knife out and stabbed her again. Then again.
Ginger looked at her three stab wounds. Blood was pumping out of them staining her shirt red. She backed up, knowing she needed a weapon. Her eye spotted a sword, dropped by one of the vampires. She ran to it and grabbed it. She brought it up. Dracula was slowly stalking towards her, knife at the ready. Ginger was looking from the left and right. She had no idea how the hell to use this sword. Her eyes fell on the MG-42. They had brought three cases of ammo. Mathew had only expended one. Then she was forced to look back at Dracula, who ran at her. She parried the knife blow and brought her sword around. Dracula dodged that with insulting ease and struck her another blow.
Ginger fell, a long cut across her chest. She got up and started to run. Dracula stabbed her in the calf, his knife dragging a long cut down her leg. It snapped her Achilles tendon. Her foot was suddenly useless, and she started to stagger, not even halfway to the car. Dracula was taking his time, walking towards her, an evil grin on his face. Ginger got to the car. Then, hunger singing in her mind, she ripped the MG-42 off the roof of the car. Then Dracula was on her, stabbing. She deflected the blow as best she could, using the ungainly machine gun as a shield. She fell, skidding along the side of the car.
Dracula stood over her, ready to stab her. This time he was aiming for her heart. Ginger reached up and yanked open the door, kicking it straight into him. Dracula doubled over, the car door walloping him a good one. Ammo spilled out of the back seat of the car, falling on to Ginger. She grabbed an ammo box for the MG-42 and slammed it into the machine gun. Dracula advanced, snarling. She opened up. Dracula was flung back, bullets tearing apart his upper body. He landed, blood splattering. Ginger slowly got to her feet, holding the MG-42 at a rest, its smoking barrel touching the ground. Dracula sat up, half his head missing. Ginger brought the MG up and fired again, a long sustained burst.
Dracula started to come apart as the seams before she was done shooting. Ginger stood there, panting. Dracula's left foot and right foot were about ten feet apart, his blood splattered over the entire room. She turned around and reached into the car for the bomb. Kraut had made it special for her. She yanked out the firing pin and slammed her fist down on the timer. Then she picked up Mathew's limp body and walked slowly out of the mansion. She stepped into the street, her limp leg barely supporting her weight. She managed to get to the middle of the abandoned street. She set Mathew down as gently as she could and turned around, looking at the building.
Then she remembered Tim was still inside. She ran, as best she could, back inside the building and yanked the detonator out of the bomb, stilling its counter with just ten seconds left. Ginger breathed a sigh of relief, her body already starting to slowly mend itself. She was still ravenously hunger, the desire for blood so strong that a red haze was floating around her eyes. She saw the pool of blood that used to be Dracula. Ginger hobbled over to it and fell to her knees. She was so hungry. She stretched her tong out and lowered her head to the thin slathering of blood that covered the floor. Then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
The left foot twitched, quite removed from anything that could have made it move. Ginger backed up, standing as quickly as possible. The blood was flowing back together. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø She moaned ├óÔé¼┼ôno!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The blood was congealing into a black figure. She started to run, staggering down to the far side of the room. She got to a door and yanked it open. She turned around and saw Dracula standing there, his head almost split in half by his grin. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot quite so easy├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, his voice raspy ├óÔé¼┼ôDraculina├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger staggered through the door and slammed it behind her. Then she started to run down the hall, surrounded by doors.
She got to the end of the hall and saw a mirror, witch reflected her and the hallway back at her. She saw Dracula start to walk down the hallway, not even opening the door. He just melted through it. Ginger spun and saw that there was no one behind her. She slammed her fist into the mirror, sending shards flying. Her fist was cut, but she didn't care. In every shard she saw Dracula's grinning face. She started to run again, going left down the branching hallways. She started to hear Dracula's mocking laugh ├óÔé¼┼ôRun, Ginger, Run├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Then she came to a dead end. There was a mirror there. She looked it over but didn't see Dracula in it. She breathed a sigh of relief. ├óÔé¼┼ôBehind you├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula whispered.
She turned around and saw him, standing there. Ginger backed against the mirror, completely terrified. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are pretty good├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôFor a third generation. The blood gets weaker, you see, the farther down it goes├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger managed to find the strength to bat his hand away as he reached for her. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you work with me├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said softly ├óÔé¼┼ôI can teach you how to use this blood in way's you couldn't imagine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger pointedly didn't look into his eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôI could├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôShow you things you never imagined in your darkest nightmares or wildest dreams├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger wanted to get away from this monster. It was a terror that had almost completely robed her of sense. But the part of her mind that still could think rationally at this point was being seduced by Dracula's words. Better that then death, slow and painful. Ginger, wanting to get away, took another step back. And she fell into the mirror. It was as if she could see every and all pathways to every and all place. She could see Dracula's face leering at her in one of millions of ways to go. And in another she saw...Tim!
She reached out and touched that one before she even thought of it. Then she was staggering into a darkly lit room. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim hissed. ├óÔé¼┼ôTim!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger gibbered ├óÔé¼┼ôDracula! He's behind me!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tim looked at her. He went through every single possibility. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOne of us is going to have to die├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't break these runes├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, moving his hands. Ginger saw the runes. They stank to high heaven in her mind, something evil coming off them ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd neither can you├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. Then hunger flared in her. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you...If you diablerize me├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will have my power and yours. That might be enough to stop Dracula. To beat him├óÔé¼┬Ø
Ginger's vision swam. She was so hungry. But Timothy was her sire. A bond existed between them, purely by blood. She was so hungry. ├óÔé¼┼ôDo it!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim urged ├óÔé¼┼ôBefore he arrives!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger reached out and placed her hand on Tim's cheek. ├óÔé¼┼ôDO IT!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim shouted, his eyes locked with hers. Ginger closed her eyes and kissed him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry I can't├óÔé¼┬Ø she breathed. ├óÔé¼┼ôDo it!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim hissed at her ├óÔé¼┼ôI order you to do it├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger felt the compulsion of both his order and her hunger. Her lips moved down to his neck. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula started to say, stepping into the room.
Ginger opened her mouth wide, wider then it ever had before. Her jaw dislocated, like a snakes. Her fangs went to their full extension. Then she bit down, hard. Tim's blood jumped into her mouth and she drank her fill. It was a exquisite taste beyond her wildest dreams. Then, all to quickly, it was over. Timothy's body twitched then fell inwards, into ash. Ginger looked at the pile, feeling an incredible loss swap her. Was it the fact that she wasn't drinking any more, or was it that Tim was dead. She heard Dracula back up. Anger flared. Now Ginger had a target to place it on. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said falteringly.
Ginger stood up. Her eyes were red. Dracula tried to stab her, but she simply grabbed his wrist. And twisted. Dracula screamed, looking at his hand bending the wrong way. Then Ginger placed her foot on his shoulder and tore. His arm came off in her hands. Dracula grasped the stump as Ginger felt her body morph and change, the new blood in her giving her power. Power beyond her dreams. She felt her skin chuff of like so much baggage. Dracula grinned. Then he started to laugh. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Ginger was taken aback, her body stilling its changes. She looked at him, wondering if he had gone mad.
├óÔé¼┼ôThis is wonderful!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôA true Diablerist! Someone who can control there body like this and not even a week old! I can't wait to see your power when you hit your hundreds!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger opened her mouth ├óÔé¼┼ôYou won't live to see that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula asked. He backed up, a new arm made of shadows and eyes sprouting from his stump ├óÔé¼┼ôI wont will I?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He backed up, the room slowly fading away. They were both standing in a null space, with nothing but blackness on all sides of them. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll show you how TRUE Nosferatu do battle!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula shouted at the top of his lungs, his arms expanding outwards.
Steve saw the battle. Or at least what a human could see of it. The mansion, or what was left of it, when he arrived, was in ruins. Ginger's attack had damaged it, but the battle completely wrecked it. All Steve remembered of that battle was two titanic forms in the sky, roiling and boiling like storm clouds, colliding and exploding off each other. Jerome was howling with fear at it. Later he said he could see more then Steve could imagine. And he envied Steve's ignorance. Steve only caught the peripheral of the battle, the impression of titanic forces struggling. Both were strange and alien, and immensely powerful.
After two hours the sky's quieted and the dust slowly drifted away. Steve and Jerome both looked at what was left of the mansion. It was nothing more then a pile of rubble. It looked as if nothing lived in there anymore. Then Jerome spotted a piece of rubble that was moving slightly. Then it tottered on its side and fell away. Ginger stood up, her clothes shredded and her skin blackened by soot. But she smiled. She was alive. Steve and Jerome ran to her as she walked slowly to them. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat happened?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI won├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI won! I beat the Count!├óÔé¼┬Ø. She raised her hand up and flexed it.
The first turned black and smoky. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe was beaten and eaten├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, her voice full of savagery. Steve felt a chill go down his spine. There was something evil in that voice. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you okay├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger looked at him, her eyes red ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø She said after a pause ├óÔé¼┼ôno├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her hand returned to normal, as if it were sliding back into focus ├óÔé¼┼ôI feel so good. I got my revenge├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Count is dead. But so are my friends...├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôRevenge isn't everything├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts important to remember that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI am exhausted and I really need some sleep├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said, looking at one of his watches ├óÔé¼┼ôIts almost sun up anyway├óÔé¼┬Ø
As the three of them left another bit of rubble moved. It fell away and Dracula stood up. His left arm was missing, completely burned off. His legs had been crushed and his face looked like a hamburger. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe wounds...├óÔé¼┬Ø he rasped, his lymphatic system more a like to confetti then anything else ├óÔé¼┼ôThey wont close...this is wonderful├óÔé¼┬Ø he cackles ├óÔé¼┼ôSomeone who can finally be my equal├óÔé¼┬Ø. He limped off into the night. ├óÔé¼┼ôTill the next time, Draculina├óÔé¼┬Ø He said, looking at the three figures as they walked into the night. Then he was gone, sinking into the ground.
Dracula started to pace around Ginger ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôFor the first time in five hundred years every one of my bloodline is in one house├óÔé¼┬Ø he clapped his hands together. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy is that important?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause, as you have no doubt heard from other vampires, my blood is unique├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôVery unique├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger looked at her arm, at the veins that stood out on her wrists. Dracula finished his pacing, ending up right behind Ginger ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôDo you wish to come with me?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger turned around, looking at him ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked ├óÔé¼┼ôCome...no!├óÔé¼┬Ø. She balled her fists up ├óÔé¼┼ôA good man is dead, because of YOU!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôA good man?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, his voice rising ├óÔé¼┼ôSo what! What is your POINT Draculina!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The name stung in more then one way. Ginger blinked away some tears ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have to few good men in this world├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOn the contrary├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, walking to Mathew's corpse ├óÔé¼┼ôWe have all to many good men in this world. Thats what you fail to understand, blood kin├óÔé¼┬Ø he looked at the corpse ├óÔé¼┼ôEvil is necessary in this world├óÔé¼┬Ø he said softly. Ginger wanted to scream, to smash his head apart with her bare hands. She wished she could, but she knew better. He would just do his vanishing trick. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you going to talk me to death?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't hurt you, but you could do a thousand things to me├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôUntrue├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me demonstrate├óÔé¼┬Ø. He plucked the knife out of Mathew's belt and hurled it at Ginger, faster then even her improved eyes could track. It went straight for her face, then through it, then slammed into the wall. ├óÔé¼┼ôI said├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said, smirking at Ginger's expression ├óÔé¼┼ôThat my blood was unique. Its an involuntary reaction, for now├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger gulped, her eyes still fixed on the knife. ├óÔé¼┼ôInvoluntary?├óÔé¼┬Ø She muttered ├óÔé¼┼ôHow about this├óÔé¼┬Ø she yanked the knife out of the wall and hurled it at Dracula. Dracula caught it and hurled it right back at her. Ginger dodged it and it shattered, hitting the wall. ├óÔé¼┼ôSeems├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe are at an impasse├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking at him. She was hungry. It was not starvation, not nearly close, but it was a tickling desire at the back of her mind. Dracula grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôAs your grandsire├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI could order you to do anything I want├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôThen why don't you?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy order when you can simply request?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said ├óÔé¼┼ôIf I ordered you, you'd be angry at me. And anger works over time and corrupts even the best person├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger's mouth was completely dry, no matter what she tried to do to fix it. Dracula slowly advanced ├óÔé¼┼ôNow we reach the end game. What I have wanted for so long...├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger took a step back, but tripped over a bit of rubble.
Dracula grinned at her ├óÔé¼┼ôIts always the smallest thing that trips the giant├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger backed up, pushing over the the ground with her feet. Then she hit a bit of rubble with her foot and sent it shooting across the ground. It hit Dracula's left shin and he brought his leg up, shouting ├óÔé¼┼ôOw!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger jumped up and punched Dracula in the face. He staggered back, feeling his nose. ├óÔé¼┼ôOw├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula moaned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou punched me├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, looking at Ginger. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI did├óÔé¼┬Ø. Dracula snarled, reaching for her. Ginger ducked and punched him in the gut. Dracula backed up, feeling his gut. ├óÔé¼┼ôEnough├óÔé¼┬Ø He said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, grabbing him around the neck and trying to strangle him.
Dracula jerked himself backwards and pulled out a mirror. Ginger pulled out her knife. Dracula threw the mirror up and it fell, face down, on his head. It fell and hit the ground. Dracula was gone. Ginger stood there, blinking. She walked over to the face down mirror and picked it up. She flipped it over in her hands and looked in the mirrored surface. Dracula stood behind her, grinning evilly. Ginger dropped the mirror and spun around. Dracula ran forward and stabbed her in the chest. Ginger looked at the knife, backing up slowly. Dracula yanked the knife out and stabbed her again. Then again.
Ginger looked at her three stab wounds. Blood was pumping out of them staining her shirt red. She backed up, knowing she needed a weapon. Her eye spotted a sword, dropped by one of the vampires. She ran to it and grabbed it. She brought it up. Dracula was slowly stalking towards her, knife at the ready. Ginger was looking from the left and right. She had no idea how the hell to use this sword. Her eyes fell on the MG-42. They had brought three cases of ammo. Mathew had only expended one. Then she was forced to look back at Dracula, who ran at her. She parried the knife blow and brought her sword around. Dracula dodged that with insulting ease and struck her another blow.
Ginger fell, a long cut across her chest. She got up and started to run. Dracula stabbed her in the calf, his knife dragging a long cut down her leg. It snapped her Achilles tendon. Her foot was suddenly useless, and she started to stagger, not even halfway to the car. Dracula was taking his time, walking towards her, an evil grin on his face. Ginger got to the car. Then, hunger singing in her mind, she ripped the MG-42 off the roof of the car. Then Dracula was on her, stabbing. She deflected the blow as best she could, using the ungainly machine gun as a shield. She fell, skidding along the side of the car.
Dracula stood over her, ready to stab her. This time he was aiming for her heart. Ginger reached up and yanked open the door, kicking it straight into him. Dracula doubled over, the car door walloping him a good one. Ammo spilled out of the back seat of the car, falling on to Ginger. She grabbed an ammo box for the MG-42 and slammed it into the machine gun. Dracula advanced, snarling. She opened up. Dracula was flung back, bullets tearing apart his upper body. He landed, blood splattering. Ginger slowly got to her feet, holding the MG-42 at a rest, its smoking barrel touching the ground. Dracula sat up, half his head missing. Ginger brought the MG up and fired again, a long sustained burst.
Dracula started to come apart as the seams before she was done shooting. Ginger stood there, panting. Dracula's left foot and right foot were about ten feet apart, his blood splattered over the entire room. She turned around and reached into the car for the bomb. Kraut had made it special for her. She yanked out the firing pin and slammed her fist down on the timer. Then she picked up Mathew's limp body and walked slowly out of the mansion. She stepped into the street, her limp leg barely supporting her weight. She managed to get to the middle of the abandoned street. She set Mathew down as gently as she could and turned around, looking at the building.
Then she remembered Tim was still inside. She ran, as best she could, back inside the building and yanked the detonator out of the bomb, stilling its counter with just ten seconds left. Ginger breathed a sigh of relief, her body already starting to slowly mend itself. She was still ravenously hunger, the desire for blood so strong that a red haze was floating around her eyes. She saw the pool of blood that used to be Dracula. Ginger hobbled over to it and fell to her knees. She was so hungry. She stretched her tong out and lowered her head to the thin slathering of blood that covered the floor. Then she saw movement out of the corner of her eye.
The left foot twitched, quite removed from anything that could have made it move. Ginger backed up, standing as quickly as possible. The blood was flowing back together. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø She moaned ├óÔé¼┼ôno!├óÔé¼┬Ø. The blood was congealing into a black figure. She started to run, staggering down to the far side of the room. She got to a door and yanked it open. She turned around and saw Dracula standing there, his head almost split in half by his grin. ├óÔé¼┼ôNot quite so easy├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, his voice raspy ├óÔé¼┼ôDraculina├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger staggered through the door and slammed it behind her. Then she started to run down the hall, surrounded by doors.
She got to the end of the hall and saw a mirror, witch reflected her and the hallway back at her. She saw Dracula start to walk down the hallway, not even opening the door. He just melted through it. Ginger spun and saw that there was no one behind her. She slammed her fist into the mirror, sending shards flying. Her fist was cut, but she didn't care. In every shard she saw Dracula's grinning face. She started to run again, going left down the branching hallways. She started to hear Dracula's mocking laugh ├óÔé¼┼ôRun, Ginger, Run├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. Then she came to a dead end. There was a mirror there. She looked it over but didn't see Dracula in it. She breathed a sigh of relief. ├óÔé¼┼ôBehind you├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula whispered.
She turned around and saw him, standing there. Ginger backed against the mirror, completely terrified. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou are pretty good├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôFor a third generation. The blood gets weaker, you see, the farther down it goes├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger managed to find the strength to bat his hand away as he reached for her. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you work with me├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said softly ├óÔé¼┼ôI can teach you how to use this blood in way's you couldn't imagine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger pointedly didn't look into his eyes. ├óÔé¼┼ôI could├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôShow you things you never imagined in your darkest nightmares or wildest dreams├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger wanted to get away from this monster. It was a terror that had almost completely robed her of sense. But the part of her mind that still could think rationally at this point was being seduced by Dracula's words. Better that then death, slow and painful. Ginger, wanting to get away, took another step back. And she fell into the mirror. It was as if she could see every and all pathways to every and all place. She could see Dracula's face leering at her in one of millions of ways to go. And in another she saw...Tim!
She reached out and touched that one before she even thought of it. Then she was staggering into a darkly lit room. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim hissed. ├óÔé¼┼ôTim!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger gibbered ├óÔé¼┼ôDracula! He's behind me!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tim looked at her. He went through every single possibility. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôOne of us is going to have to die├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI can't break these runes├óÔé¼┬Ø he said, moving his hands. Ginger saw the runes. They stank to high heaven in her mind, something evil coming off them ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd neither can you├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim finished. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said. Then hunger flared in her. ├óÔé¼┼ôIf you...If you diablerize me├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will have my power and yours. That might be enough to stop Dracula. To beat him├óÔé¼┬Ø
Ginger's vision swam. She was so hungry. But Timothy was her sire. A bond existed between them, purely by blood. She was so hungry. ├óÔé¼┼ôDo it!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim urged ├óÔé¼┼ôBefore he arrives!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger reached out and placed her hand on Tim's cheek. ├óÔé¼┼ôDO IT!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim shouted, his eyes locked with hers. Ginger closed her eyes and kissed him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry I can't├óÔé¼┬Ø she breathed. ├óÔé¼┼ôDo it!├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim hissed at her ├óÔé¼┼ôI order you to do it├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger felt the compulsion of both his order and her hunger. Her lips moved down to his neck. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat are you├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula started to say, stepping into the room.
Ginger opened her mouth wide, wider then it ever had before. Her jaw dislocated, like a snakes. Her fangs went to their full extension. Then she bit down, hard. Tim's blood jumped into her mouth and she drank her fill. It was a exquisite taste beyond her wildest dreams. Then, all to quickly, it was over. Timothy's body twitched then fell inwards, into ash. Ginger looked at the pile, feeling an incredible loss swap her. Was it the fact that she wasn't drinking any more, or was it that Tim was dead. She heard Dracula back up. Anger flared. Now Ginger had a target to place it on. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula said falteringly.
Ginger stood up. Her eyes were red. Dracula tried to stab her, but she simply grabbed his wrist. And twisted. Dracula screamed, looking at his hand bending the wrong way. Then Ginger placed her foot on his shoulder and tore. His arm came off in her hands. Dracula grasped the stump as Ginger felt her body morph and change, the new blood in her giving her power. Power beyond her dreams. She felt her skin chuff of like so much baggage. Dracula grinned. Then he started to laugh. He laughed and laughed and laughed. Ginger was taken aback, her body stilling its changes. She looked at him, wondering if he had gone mad.
├óÔé¼┼ôThis is wonderful!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôA true Diablerist! Someone who can control there body like this and not even a week old! I can't wait to see your power when you hit your hundreds!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger opened her mouth ├óÔé¼┼ôYou won't live to see that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI won't?├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula asked. He backed up, a new arm made of shadows and eyes sprouting from his stump ├óÔé¼┼ôI wont will I?├óÔé¼┬Ø. He backed up, the room slowly fading away. They were both standing in a null space, with nothing but blackness on all sides of them. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'll show you how TRUE Nosferatu do battle!├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula shouted at the top of his lungs, his arms expanding outwards.
Steve saw the battle. Or at least what a human could see of it. The mansion, or what was left of it, when he arrived, was in ruins. Ginger's attack had damaged it, but the battle completely wrecked it. All Steve remembered of that battle was two titanic forms in the sky, roiling and boiling like storm clouds, colliding and exploding off each other. Jerome was howling with fear at it. Later he said he could see more then Steve could imagine. And he envied Steve's ignorance. Steve only caught the peripheral of the battle, the impression of titanic forces struggling. Both were strange and alien, and immensely powerful.
After two hours the sky's quieted and the dust slowly drifted away. Steve and Jerome both looked at what was left of the mansion. It was nothing more then a pile of rubble. It looked as if nothing lived in there anymore. Then Jerome spotted a piece of rubble that was moving slightly. Then it tottered on its side and fell away. Ginger stood up, her clothes shredded and her skin blackened by soot. But she smiled. She was alive. Steve and Jerome ran to her as she walked slowly to them. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat happened?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI won├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI won! I beat the Count!├óÔé¼┬Ø. She raised her hand up and flexed it.
The first turned black and smoky. ├óÔé¼┼ôHe was beaten and eaten├óÔé¼┬Ø she said, her voice full of savagery. Steve felt a chill go down his spine. There was something evil in that voice. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you okay├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger looked at him, her eyes red ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø She said after a pause ├óÔé¼┼ôno├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her hand returned to normal, as if it were sliding back into focus ├óÔé¼┼ôI feel so good. I got my revenge├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe Count is dead. But so are my friends...├óÔé¼┬Ø. Steve nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôRevenge isn't everything├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts important to remember that├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI am exhausted and I really need some sleep├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Jerome said, looking at one of his watches ├óÔé¼┼ôIts almost sun up anyway├óÔé¼┬Ø
As the three of them left another bit of rubble moved. It fell away and Dracula stood up. His left arm was missing, completely burned off. His legs had been crushed and his face looked like a hamburger. ├óÔé¼┼ôThe wounds...├óÔé¼┬Ø he rasped, his lymphatic system more a like to confetti then anything else ├óÔé¼┼ôThey wont close...this is wonderful├óÔé¼┬Ø he cackles ├óÔé¼┼ôSomeone who can finally be my equal├óÔé¼┬Ø. He limped off into the night. ├óÔé¼┼ôTill the next time, Draculina├óÔé¼┬Ø He said, looking at the three figures as they walked into the night. Then he was gone, sinking into the ground.
Hot Sex!
And this time I'm not kidding!
Ginger walked down the hallways of the hospital, her face muted. Josh was in surgery. Steve was snoring softly, leaning his chair backwards against the wall. Sally was standing, looking into the operation room. She hadn't sat down for several hours, her tail and ears completely still. Ginger sighed and resumed her walk up and down the hallway. She got to the end of the hallway. There was a mirror. She frowned at the mirror. She haded mirrors, and probably would for quite some time. She had stopped appearing in them, ever since...that night.
Then Timothy stepped into the mirror frame and smiled at her. Ginger yelped, jumping back. Steve and Sally both stared at her. Ginger clapped her hands over her mouth. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre...you okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked, his voice echoing through the hall. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally turned her head back to the operations theater. Ginger looked back at the mirror, praying that Timothy's form would be gone from the mirror. He was still grinning at her ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry I couldn't show up sooner├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger shook her head, closing her eyes. She hoped he would go away.
├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Timothy said ├óÔé¼┼ôOpen your eyes and look at me. I'm not a hallucination and I'm not here to hurt you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger slowly cracked her eyes open and whispered ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy are you here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have been here since you diablerized me├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger murmured, leaning her forehead against the mirror ├óÔé¼┼ôYou died├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tim gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôHave you ever heard the legend of the vampire brothers?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, wondering where he was going with this. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey were two brothers who were fighting the Roman Empire. One of them was wounded in battle, and he offered his life to his brother. His brother feed of him and they became the first Diablerists├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôHowever as time passed Vampires found that there are two kinds of Diablerie. The kind where one surrenders themselves, and the kind where it is forced upon them. The forced kind is the crime, as it destroys the vampire's soul├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...the other kind is not?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôNot many people know this nowadays, because the forced kind is so common and the voluntary kind is so rare├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôSo you're going to be in my head?├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much of the fight do you remember?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôNot much├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI...I remember...a face...some blackness...├óÔé¼┬Ø she trailed off, shaking her head ├óÔé¼┼ôWhether I don't remember or don't want to remember... I don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôI actually did most of it├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI can do this thought├óÔé¼┬Ø she focused on her hand and it went black and smoky. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'll learn to do more├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut for now I'm more worried about your brother├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger's head snapped around. The others were both looking into the operation table. She flicked her hand and it snapped back into focus and then she walked down the hallway to the operation table. Now that she focused she could feel Tim's presence in her mind. She walked to the window and placed her hand on it, looking into the operations theater. The doctors were still working. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere was he shot?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked, her voice soft. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight near the heart├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally murmured.
A few hours later and a doctor walked out. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some good news and some bad news├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats the bad news?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh is going to need to stay in the hospital for a week, so the wedding might need to be put of for a while├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe good news is that he's going to be fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally shoved the doctor out of the way and ran into the operations table. Ginger grinned as the werewolf got to the table. Josh sat up, then thought better of it, and lay back down again. One of the doctors tried to say something, but Sally ignored him. She crawled onto the table and stated to kiss Josh.
Ginger looked away at Steve, who was still asleep. ├óÔé¼┼ôSteve!├óÔé¼┬Ø she hissed. He sat up ├óÔé¼┼ôWh...what?├óÔé¼┬Ø he muttered. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh is awake├óÔé¼┬Ø. He heard a voice from the operations theater ├óÔé¼┼ôPlease, Ms. Smith, don't touch the I.V!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger turned around and looked into the operation theater. Sally took the lose tube and plugged it back into an open slot. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats the wrong slot├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh moaned. ├óÔé¼┼ôSorry├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, plugging into another slot. ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me!├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said, pushing her out of the way and plugging it into the right slot. Josh relaxed ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going asleep now├óÔé¼┬Ø. He closed his eyes. Sally sighed, walking out of the theater.
She leaned over and whispered into Ginger's ear ├óÔé¼┼ôI just want to chew him up, you know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blushed ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's my brother├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen you know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow handsome he is├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blanched and looked at Josh. He looked like Josh to her, but how was she to tell the difference. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to go home and sleep├óÔé¼┬Ø. He got up and leaned into the operation theater ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôMake sure Sally doesn't love you to death├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh grunted, waving his arm. Steve shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôwell either way he'll have a good time├óÔé¼┬Ø he walked down the hallway.
Ginger looked at her watch ├óÔé¼┼ôIts almost dawn├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôSally, make sure Josh lives to the end of the day├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then she took a step and sunk into the floor. Sally looked at where she had stood and shivered ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know if I'm ever getting used to that├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured. Then she looked back into the operations table and waved at Josh. Josh waved and then closed his eyes. He was asleep. Sally sighed, looking around at the newly empty hallway. Then Ginger folded out of the celling, her hair dangling downwards ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI forgot to tell you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally blinked, looking at the upside down woman. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I might be a little different. Can you break it easily to Josh?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally looked up at where Ginger's waist sunk into the celling. ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø She said.
├óÔé¼┼ôThanks muchly├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, folding up into the celling. Then she was gone. Sally sat down in a chair and looked around at the hospital. She sighed again and leaned her chair back. Then she was asleep.
Ginger dropped down into the Blackhorse manor. She supposed it was her manor now, now that Tim was a part of her. She found a mirror, walking up the stairs to the upper floor. There she found the biggest mirror in the house. She put her hand out and touched it. A ripple spread out from where her finger pointed. Ginger snapped her hand back. Then Tim walked into the mirror frame and looked at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tim breathed in slowly and ran his hand over his face ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose the first step would be killing Dracula├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay thats done├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo its not├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. Ginger eyes bugged ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôHe is very much alive, if rather damaged├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe could never kill Dracula alone├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen...how did we survive?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause we could damage him├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe did damage him, and he will be damaged for quite some time. But he'll be back├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôGuns, fire, magic...it all seems to bounce off him├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats about right├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. Ginger placed her hands down on the wall and closed her eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôThen what do we do?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. They were both silent for a few minutes. Then there was a ring at the door bell.
A week later
Josh walked out of the hospital. Sally was practically glued to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, feeling a twinge in his bullet wound ├óÔé¼┼ôPlease├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally hugged him tighter. ├óÔé¼┼ôTaxi├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh wheezed, raising his hand. A taxi drove up to the hospital and Sally yanked the door open. Josh sat down and buckled his seat belt. Sally sat next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere too, boss?├óÔé¼┬Ø the taxi driver said. Josh gave him directions and they drove off. Sally whispered something in his ear. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen we get home├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I'll do something...nice├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her hand strayed down to between Josh's legs.
Josh grinned and look at Sally, who snuggled closer to him. He leaned his head over and nipped at her ear. Sally growled, her hand getting a bit more active. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey! Hey! Hey! Hey!├óÔé¼┬Ø The driver said ├óÔé¼┼ôKeep it down back there├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh looked at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to clean that seat once your done with it├óÔé¼┬Ø The driver said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo keep your hands off each other till we arrive!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grumbled. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh murmured into her ear ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not stopping at your ears when we arrive├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally giggled ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat about the whole sin thing?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôI think you really rubbed off on me├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I've found that there are worse things then having a good time├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally pulled him on top of her, her leg running along his side, her lips locked onto his. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey! HEY!├óÔé¼┬Ø The taxi drive shouted, slamming on his breaks. Sally yanked against the seat belts. She groaned, then started shouting at the driver. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're house, you two lovebirds!├óÔé¼┬Ø The drive shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôMay you live in holy matrimony for ever and ever. You weirdos├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh clambered out of the taxi, his bullet wound still hurting. Sally followed him, and they opened the front door. Josh walked inwards and sighed. He had missed his house.
Then he felt Sally's hands on his shoulders. She spun him around and pressed her lips against his. Josh backed up till he hit the bed room door. His left hand found the handle and they fell onto the bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, his hand running over her cheek. Her ears twitched as his hand ran down her neck, to her shirt cuff. Josh enjoyed the feeling of her shirt, feeling the skin and flesh beneath it. His hand stopped on her left breast. Sally groaned softly as he squeezed. Her tail was struggling madly to escape from the pant leg she had jammed it down. Josh kissed her as his hand moved down to her waist line. He grabbed the shirt and yanked it up. Sally sat back on the bed, her arms up.
The shirt dropped to the ground as Josh sat up, his lips finding her neck. Sally's hands were busy, playing with the buttons on his shirt. Josh's lips and tong ran down her neck to her breasts, tasting the fuzz of her bra. He hooked one of the cups on his teeth and yanked it down, exposing Sally's breast. Then Josh's lips found her erect nipple. Sally giggled, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, stopping at her bullet scar. Josh opened his mouth, looking up at Sally. She pushed him down, slowly, and kissed him again. Then she stood up on the bed, her feet on either sides of his chest. Then she hooked her pants on her thumbs and slowly ran her hands around her tights, slowly rotating her hips.
Josh reached down and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off. Sally looked down at him and smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôEnjoying the show?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked, reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra. She dropped the bra on Josh's head. Josh yanked it off and threw it into the wall, where it landed on a crucifix. Josh was so bothered by that that he leaned over, stretching till he was almost off the bed , and yanked the thing off the crucifix. He dropped it on the floor and rolled back. Sally was still standing there. ├óÔé¼┼ôResume├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, waving his hand. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, unbuttoning the front of her jeans. She slowly unzipped them, enjoying the sound as she yanked the pull down.
Then her pants dropped about her legs. Josh's eyes shot up. Sally wasn't wearing panties. Her tail swished frantically back and forth in the open air, exited half at the heat in the air, half at being free. Sally kneeled, her thighs spread around Josh's chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, running her hands along her chest ├óÔé¼┼ôLets take this...slow├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders and pulled her down. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't want to take this slow├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôBut├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not like-├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh cut her off, pressing his lips against her. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't jinx it├óÔé¼┬Ø He murmured in her ear. Then he gently nipped it, his left hand finding her crotch. Sally clung to him, her entire body quivering.
Sally threw her head out as his fingers found the right spot. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh!├óÔé¼┬Ø she gasped. Her ears were flung back, flattened against her head. Josh's tong ran over the rough hair that covered her ears, till he found the base of he ears. Sally's fingernails dug into his back painfully as her excitement mounted. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø She gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôNo more├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her eyes were glowing in the dark, reflecting the light in the room back at her like a cat. Her hand found Josh's erection and tilted it towards her as she leaned back, sliding it into her. Her tail was completely still for a moment. Then Josh thrust. Sally's eyes jammed shut as she clung to Josh.
Sally ran her fingers over Josh's chest ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôChild have you sinned?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah, probably├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôBut it felt good├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou make love like a wolf├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe tong down the ear was a genius touch├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her leg ran over his chest, bending at the knee. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets do it again├óÔé¼┬Ø she sighed. Josh groaned, feeling exhausted ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm tired├óÔé¼┬Ø. She moved down in the bed, straddling his body ├óÔé¼┼ôI can fix that├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured, her lips running over his body. Josh groaned as she started working on him. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, looking up as her hand took over for her mouth ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you ready?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWork work work├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh muttered.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is that girl?├óÔé¼┬Ø Bruce muttered. He was the police leader of the entire city of L.A, and he was getting no loss of trouble from the Smiths. First Joshua Smith killed Jonathan Hendrix, one of the best police chiefs in the city. Sure Hendrix was showed by a large amount of evidence to be a supporter of the Cult of the Dawn, and he was about to shoot Joshua Smith. It was still a loss. And the twenty four dead cultists that Josh had left behind was going to need some explianing. Then Steven Smith seemed to drop of the map for a week. He came back on a military helicopter, witch was a device rarely seen in the city. He had then arrived at the a small mansion that was later destroyed by some inexplicable 'force'.
Finally there was Ginger Smith. She was a newly turned vampire, witch was always a maze of red tape. She had also been attacked twice, killed twenty five vampires, topping her brothers kill count, and finally slew a leader of the Vampire community, Vladimir. This was going to be a media holiday, and a administrative nightmare. But first if Ginger Smith would arrive. Her brothers had arrived at Bruce's office ten minuets ago and were looking around, waiting for their sister. Then Ginger's head slowly melted out of the celling, moving through it like it was smoke. She flipped around as she dropped and landed on the chair set out for her.
├óÔé¼┼ôSorry I'm late├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. Her brothers acted as if that were something normal. Bruce simply gaped at that. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking at her brothers ├óÔé¼┼ôNow that we are here...what did you want to talk to us about?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Bruce sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI have been catching an ear full from the Mayor, from five different news company's├óÔé¼┬Ø he held up a newspaper. It said: ├óÔé¼┼ôSiblings cause massacre├óÔé¼┬Ø. Below that a death toll was listed at ├óÔé¼┼ôOver Sixty├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Bruce siad ├óÔé¼┼ôCould you please tell me...what the hell happened last week? We've waited till you were out of the hospital to ask. Now I...want...answers├óÔé¼┬Ø. Bruce waited. Then all three of them started to talk at once.
And this time I'm not kidding!
Ginger walked down the hallways of the hospital, her face muted. Josh was in surgery. Steve was snoring softly, leaning his chair backwards against the wall. Sally was standing, looking into the operation room. She hadn't sat down for several hours, her tail and ears completely still. Ginger sighed and resumed her walk up and down the hallway. She got to the end of the hallway. There was a mirror. She frowned at the mirror. She haded mirrors, and probably would for quite some time. She had stopped appearing in them, ever since...that night.
Then Timothy stepped into the mirror frame and smiled at her. Ginger yelped, jumping back. Steve and Sally both stared at her. Ginger clapped her hands over her mouth. ├óÔé¼┼ôAre...you okay?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked, his voice echoing through the hall. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally turned her head back to the operations theater. Ginger looked back at the mirror, praying that Timothy's form would be gone from the mirror. He was still grinning at her ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm sorry I couldn't show up sooner├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger shook her head, closing her eyes. She hoped he would go away.
├óÔé¼┼ôGinger├óÔé¼┬Ø Timothy said ├óÔé¼┼ôOpen your eyes and look at me. I'm not a hallucination and I'm not here to hurt you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger slowly cracked her eyes open and whispered ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy are you here?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI have been here since you diablerized me├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger murmured, leaning her forehead against the mirror ├óÔé¼┼ôYou died├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tim gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôHave you ever heard the legend of the vampire brothers?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, wondering where he was going with this. ├óÔé¼┼ôThey were two brothers who were fighting the Roman Empire. One of them was wounded in battle, and he offered his life to his brother. His brother feed of him and they became the first Diablerists├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger nodded. ├óÔé¼┼ôHowever as time passed Vampires found that there are two kinds of Diablerie. The kind where one surrenders themselves, and the kind where it is forced upon them. The forced kind is the crime, as it destroys the vampire's soul├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôBut...the other kind is not?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôNot many people know this nowadays, because the forced kind is so common and the voluntary kind is so rare├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôSo you're going to be in my head?├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôYes├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much of the fight do you remember?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger shook her head ├óÔé¼┼ôNot much├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI...I remember...a face...some blackness...├óÔé¼┬Ø she trailed off, shaking her head ├óÔé¼┼ôWhether I don't remember or don't want to remember... I don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø
├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôI actually did most of it├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said ├óÔé¼┼ôI can do this thought├óÔé¼┬Ø she focused on her hand and it went black and smoky. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou'll learn to do more├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut for now I'm more worried about your brother├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger's head snapped around. The others were both looking into the operation table. She flicked her hand and it snapped back into focus and then she walked down the hallway to the operation table. Now that she focused she could feel Tim's presence in her mind. She walked to the window and placed her hand on it, looking into the operations theater. The doctors were still working. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere was he shot?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked, her voice soft. ├óÔé¼┼ôRight near the heart├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally murmured.
A few hours later and a doctor walked out. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI have some good news and some bad news├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhats the bad news?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh is going to need to stay in the hospital for a week, so the wedding might need to be put of for a while├óÔé¼┬Ø the doctor said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe good news is that he's going to be fine├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally shoved the doctor out of the way and ran into the operations table. Ginger grinned as the werewolf got to the table. Josh sat up, then thought better of it, and lay back down again. One of the doctors tried to say something, but Sally ignored him. She crawled onto the table and stated to kiss Josh.
Ginger looked away at Steve, who was still asleep. ├óÔé¼┼ôSteve!├óÔé¼┬Ø she hissed. He sat up ├óÔé¼┼ôWh...what?├óÔé¼┬Ø he muttered. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh is awake├óÔé¼┬Ø. He heard a voice from the operations theater ├óÔé¼┼ôPlease, Ms. Smith, don't touch the I.V!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger turned around and looked into the operation theater. Sally took the lose tube and plugged it back into an open slot. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats the wrong slot├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh moaned. ├óÔé¼┼ôSorry├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, plugging into another slot. ├óÔé¼┼ôLet me!├óÔé¼┬Ø The doctor said, pushing her out of the way and plugging it into the right slot. Josh relaxed ├óÔé¼┼ôRight├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going asleep now├óÔé¼┬Ø. He closed his eyes. Sally sighed, walking out of the theater.
She leaned over and whispered into Ginger's ear ├óÔé¼┼ôI just want to chew him up, you know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blushed ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôHe's my brother├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen you know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôHow handsome he is├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger blanched and looked at Josh. He looked like Josh to her, but how was she to tell the difference. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou know├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to go home and sleep├óÔé¼┬Ø. He got up and leaned into the operation theater ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø He said ├óÔé¼┼ôMake sure Sally doesn't love you to death├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh grunted, waving his arm. Steve shrugged ├óÔé¼┼ôwell either way he'll have a good time├óÔé¼┬Ø he walked down the hallway.
Ginger looked at her watch ├óÔé¼┼ôIts almost dawn├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôSally, make sure Josh lives to the end of the day├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then she took a step and sunk into the floor. Sally looked at where she had stood and shivered ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know if I'm ever getting used to that├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured. Then she looked back into the operations table and waved at Josh. Josh waved and then closed his eyes. He was asleep. Sally sighed, looking around at the newly empty hallway. Then Ginger folded out of the celling, her hair dangling downwards ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI forgot to tell you├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally blinked, looking at the upside down woman. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I might be a little different. Can you break it easily to Josh?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally looked up at where Ginger's waist sunk into the celling. ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay├óÔé¼┬Ø She said.
├óÔé¼┼ôThanks muchly├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, folding up into the celling. Then she was gone. Sally sat down in a chair and looked around at the hospital. She sighed again and leaned her chair back. Then she was asleep.
Ginger dropped down into the Blackhorse manor. She supposed it was her manor now, now that Tim was a part of her. She found a mirror, walking up the stairs to the upper floor. There she found the biggest mirror in the house. She put her hand out and touched it. A ripple spread out from where her finger pointed. Ginger snapped her hand back. Then Tim walked into the mirror frame and looked at her. ├óÔé¼┼ôWell├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat now?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Tim breathed in slowly and ran his hand over his face ├óÔé¼┼ôI suppose the first step would be killing Dracula├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger nodded ├óÔé¼┼ôOkay thats done├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo its not├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. Ginger eyes bugged ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat!├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôHe is very much alive, if rather damaged├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe could never kill Dracula alone├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThen...how did we survive?├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôBecause we could damage him├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe did damage him, and he will be damaged for quite some time. But he'll be back├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôGuns, fire, magic...it all seems to bounce off him├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats about right├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. Ginger placed her hands down on the wall and closed her eyes ├óÔé¼┼ôThen what do we do?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim said. They were both silent for a few minutes. Then there was a ring at the door bell.
A week later
Josh walked out of the hospital. Sally was practically glued to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, feeling a twinge in his bullet wound ├óÔé¼┼ôPlease├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally hugged him tighter. ├óÔé¼┼ôTaxi├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh wheezed, raising his hand. A taxi drove up to the hospital and Sally yanked the door open. Josh sat down and buckled his seat belt. Sally sat next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhere too, boss?├óÔé¼┬Ø the taxi driver said. Josh gave him directions and they drove off. Sally whispered something in his ear. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhen we get home├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh murmured. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôAnd I'll do something...nice├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her hand strayed down to between Josh's legs.
Josh grinned and look at Sally, who snuggled closer to him. He leaned his head over and nipped at her ear. Sally growled, her hand getting a bit more active. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey! Hey! Hey! Hey!├óÔé¼┬Ø The driver said ├óÔé¼┼ôKeep it down back there├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh looked at him. ├óÔé¼┼ôI need to clean that seat once your done with it├óÔé¼┬Ø The driver said ├óÔé¼┼ôSo keep your hands off each other till we arrive!├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grumbled. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't worry├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh murmured into her ear ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm not stopping at your ears when we arrive├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally giggled ├óÔé¼┼ôWhat about the whole sin thing?├óÔé¼┬Ø.
├óÔé¼┼ôI think you really rubbed off on me├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI think I've found that there are worse things then having a good time├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally pulled him on top of her, her leg running along his side, her lips locked onto his. ├óÔé¼┼ôHey! HEY!├óÔé¼┬Ø The taxi drive shouted, slamming on his breaks. Sally yanked against the seat belts. She groaned, then started shouting at the driver. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou're house, you two lovebirds!├óÔé¼┬Ø The drive shouted ├óÔé¼┼ôMay you live in holy matrimony for ever and ever. You weirdos├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh clambered out of the taxi, his bullet wound still hurting. Sally followed him, and they opened the front door. Josh walked inwards and sighed. He had missed his house.
Then he felt Sally's hands on his shoulders. She spun him around and pressed her lips against his. Josh backed up till he hit the bed room door. His left hand found the handle and they fell onto the bed. ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, his hand running over her cheek. Her ears twitched as his hand ran down her neck, to her shirt cuff. Josh enjoyed the feeling of her shirt, feeling the skin and flesh beneath it. His hand stopped on her left breast. Sally groaned softly as he squeezed. Her tail was struggling madly to escape from the pant leg she had jammed it down. Josh kissed her as his hand moved down to her waist line. He grabbed the shirt and yanked it up. Sally sat back on the bed, her arms up.
The shirt dropped to the ground as Josh sat up, his lips finding her neck. Sally's hands were busy, playing with the buttons on his shirt. Josh's lips and tong ran down her neck to her breasts, tasting the fuzz of her bra. He hooked one of the cups on his teeth and yanked it down, exposing Sally's breast. Then Josh's lips found her erect nipple. Sally giggled, her fingers unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, stopping at her bullet scar. Josh opened his mouth, looking up at Sally. She pushed him down, slowly, and kissed him again. Then she stood up on the bed, her feet on either sides of his chest. Then she hooked her pants on her thumbs and slowly ran her hands around her tights, slowly rotating her hips.
Josh reached down and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off. Sally looked down at him and smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôEnjoying the show?├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked, reaching behind herself and unhooking her bra. She dropped the bra on Josh's head. Josh yanked it off and threw it into the wall, where it landed on a crucifix. Josh was so bothered by that that he leaned over, stretching till he was almost off the bed , and yanked the thing off the crucifix. He dropped it on the floor and rolled back. Sally was still standing there. ├óÔé¼┼ôResume├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said, waving his hand. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, unbuttoning the front of her jeans. She slowly unzipped them, enjoying the sound as she yanked the pull down.
Then her pants dropped about her legs. Josh's eyes shot up. Sally wasn't wearing panties. Her tail swished frantically back and forth in the open air, exited half at the heat in the air, half at being free. Sally kneeled, her thighs spread around Josh's chest. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø She said, running her hands along her chest ├óÔé¼┼ôLets take this...slow├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh ran his hands up her arms to her shoulders and pulled her down. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't want to take this slow├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôBut├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not like-├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh cut her off, pressing his lips against her. ├óÔé¼┼ôDon't jinx it├óÔé¼┬Ø He murmured in her ear. Then he gently nipped it, his left hand finding her crotch. Sally clung to him, her entire body quivering.
Sally threw her head out as his fingers found the right spot. ├óÔé¼┼ôOh!├óÔé¼┬Ø she gasped. Her ears were flung back, flattened against her head. Josh's tong ran over the rough hair that covered her ears, till he found the base of he ears. Sally's fingernails dug into his back painfully as her excitement mounted. ├óÔé¼┼ôJosh├óÔé¼┬Ø She gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôNo more├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her eyes were glowing in the dark, reflecting the light in the room back at her like a cat. Her hand found Josh's erection and tilted it towards her as she leaned back, sliding it into her. Her tail was completely still for a moment. Then Josh thrust. Sally's eyes jammed shut as she clung to Josh.
Sally ran her fingers over Josh's chest ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôChild have you sinned?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôYeah, probably├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh murmured ├óÔé¼┼ôBut it felt good├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou make love like a wolf├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôThe tong down the ear was a genius touch├óÔé¼┬Ø. Her leg ran over his chest, bending at the knee. ├óÔé¼┼ôLets do it again├óÔé¼┬Ø she sighed. Josh groaned, feeling exhausted ├óÔé¼┼ôSally├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm tired├óÔé¼┬Ø. She moved down in the bed, straddling his body ├óÔé¼┼ôI can fix that├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured, her lips running over his body. Josh groaned as she started working on him. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, looking up as her hand took over for her mouth ├óÔé¼┼ôAre you ready?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôWork work work├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh muttered.
├óÔé¼┼ôWhere is that girl?├óÔé¼┬Ø Bruce muttered. He was the police leader of the entire city of L.A, and he was getting no loss of trouble from the Smiths. First Joshua Smith killed Jonathan Hendrix, one of the best police chiefs in the city. Sure Hendrix was showed by a large amount of evidence to be a supporter of the Cult of the Dawn, and he was about to shoot Joshua Smith. It was still a loss. And the twenty four dead cultists that Josh had left behind was going to need some explianing. Then Steven Smith seemed to drop of the map for a week. He came back on a military helicopter, witch was a device rarely seen in the city. He had then arrived at the a small mansion that was later destroyed by some inexplicable 'force'.
Finally there was Ginger Smith. She was a newly turned vampire, witch was always a maze of red tape. She had also been attacked twice, killed twenty five vampires, topping her brothers kill count, and finally slew a leader of the Vampire community, Vladimir. This was going to be a media holiday, and a administrative nightmare. But first if Ginger Smith would arrive. Her brothers had arrived at Bruce's office ten minuets ago and were looking around, waiting for their sister. Then Ginger's head slowly melted out of the celling, moving through it like it was smoke. She flipped around as she dropped and landed on the chair set out for her.
├óÔé¼┼ôSorry I'm late├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. Her brothers acted as if that were something normal. Bruce simply gaped at that. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, looking at her brothers ├óÔé¼┼ôNow that we are here...what did you want to talk to us about?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Bruce sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôI have been catching an ear full from the Mayor, from five different news company's├óÔé¼┬Ø he held up a newspaper. It said: ├óÔé¼┼ôSiblings cause massacre├óÔé¼┬Ø. Below that a death toll was listed at ├óÔé¼┼ôOver Sixty├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNow├óÔé¼┬Ø Bruce siad ├óÔé¼┼ôCould you please tell me...what the hell happened last week? We've waited till you were out of the hospital to ask. Now I...want...answers├óÔé¼┬Ø. Bruce waited. Then all three of them started to talk at once.
This is mostly a wrap up. But I smell a sequal in the brewing.
It took a month to solve all the legal issues. All the murders that Josh, Sally and Ginger committed were dismissed as 'self defense'. Germany made a slight stir over the death of Hitler, but no one really cared. The issue was dropped. The remaining cultists were arrested for charges of murder and assisting in murder. May, Billy and Jess all found jobs and the entire legal issue went over their heads. Steve was questioned, but he was mostly kept out of the loop by a pressing call to New York, as a real emergency had sprung up there. The NASA space program crawled slowly along even as Neil Armstrong got more and more excited about being the first landing on the moon.
Finally the last case was dropped, the last lawyer complaint and the last annoying media watchman left for something more interesting. The dust had settled. Ginger was used to living with a second man crammed in her skull. It crystallized in a discussion she had in her coffin. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger' Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôI will always be here. I can be a teacher, a friend...anything├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôAnything?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked the air softly. She felt a faint ghost hand brush her cheek ├óÔé¼┼ôAnything├óÔé¼┬Ø Timothy said. Ginger snuggled into the bed tighter and sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôThank you├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured.
The next day she attended Josh's wedding. Josh looked quite dashing in his suit, and Sally was gorgeous in her white dress. Her tail twitched under the gown, quite visible. They both walked down the row. Ginger found it only slightly uncomfortable to be in a Church. A crucifix glinted under her shirt, not even burning her slightly. She smiled when the priest told Josh and Sally to 'kiss the bride', and Sally yanked Josh onto her, her leg running up the side of his thigh in a decidedly nonvirginal fashion. It looked as if they were going to make love on the floor, right there. But then Josh pushed her off, panting slightly. The party started.
After wards Sally and Josh left. They drove home and got there, talking. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not sinful anymore?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, undoing her dress and throwing it aside. She walked down the hallway, completely naked. Josh struggled out of his clothes and followed her. She got to the shower and stepped into it. She looked over her shoulder and twitched her tail. It was almost the full moon. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI took my wolfsbane...so do you want to try it?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh breathed slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou need to broaden your horizons├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured as he stepped into the shower. She turned it on as he kissed her.
Ginger sat in her home, musing about the world. She was a bit at a drift. And she loved it. She spent long nights readying, listening to music and watching television. Every once and a while pain would hit her. Mathew was dead. It still hurt. Sometimes she could forget, but it would eventually intrude again. Mathew was dead. It hit her again that night and she started to cry. She walked to a sink and shoved her head under the faucet. She turned on the faucet and water poured down, through her hair. The red tears were washed away again. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will cry one hundred times over as many years. It will become more spaced out as the pain lessens├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim murmured. She felt a ghostly hand on her shoulder and she placed her hand there. There was nothing.
Her tears stopped and she turned the faucet up. She sighed and whipped her hair down with a towel. ├óÔé¼┼ôTouching├óÔé¼┬Ø A raspy voice said behind her. She turned around, reflexively blurring her body. It looked as if she had gone slightly out of focus, and would be harder to hit. Dracula stood behind her. His head was covered by a hood and he wore a thick, long and very red trench coat. But she knew what his body was, under that. It was crushed, mangled. Almost destroyed. Almost. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet. Out. of. my. House├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, punctuating each word with a finger pointing at the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôI came├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula ├óÔé¼┼ôTo give you a message, Draculina├óÔé¼┬Ø.
He pointed at her, a gloved finger stabbing out. ├óÔé¼┼ôI will not rest├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôUntil I have killed you. But you have a grace period. These wounds will take precisely one year. One year. Then I will return and kill you, your brothers, their wives and any children that had been born at the time. I will not rest until the entire Smith family is dead├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then he turned out and limped slowly out of the house, a cane flashing in his hand. It clicked down on the ground. Then he turned half way around. He brought his hand up and made a funny little salute ├óÔé¼┼ôSee you later, Draculina├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then he opened the door and walked out. The door slammed shut behind him.
Steve groaned, stretching his arms out to go behind Sandra. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm retired, officially├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats nice├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said sleepily. Then she snapped awake ├óÔé¼┼ôRetired!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYup├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI got paid exorbitantly by the Hunter's Guild├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not that much├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, looking overly pleased. Sandra grabbed his crotch ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked. Steve wheezed ├óÔé¼┼ôSix million├óÔé¼┬Ø He said. Sandra gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôSix million!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats...├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA lot├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said once again looking very very pleased with himself. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy so much?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôLong service├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI mean I was a Hunter for five years before I met you. That makes ten years. Thats longer then most Hunter's live├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe're pretty much set for life├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôTrue├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I've donated some of the money├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôTo where?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôSome place called NASA├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve murmured.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said as she watched Josh cut up cabbages ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm pregnant├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh slammed the knife down, nicking his finger. He stuck the bleeding figure in his mouth and swore. Then he slapped a bandage on it and looked at Sally. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow...How do you know?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôWolf's always know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh breathed ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to be a dad five days into my marriage├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally kissed him on the cheek ├óÔé¼┼ôThats right├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. Josh looked at her ├óÔé¼┼ôHow are Wolf kids?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôExciting├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôBy the way we're going to have quadruplets. I think we should expect them in about two months├óÔé¼┬Ø. She walked out of the ------- ├óÔé¼┼ôYell when dinner's ready├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger sat in the Blackhorse manor. It was too big. She was thinking of selling it. One year, Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to need to get ready├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured. Then she got up, slipped on a coat, and walked into the door. She didn't bother to open it, and simply floated through it. Then she walked down the street, more then ready to face the future.
To be Continued.
It took a month to solve all the legal issues. All the murders that Josh, Sally and Ginger committed were dismissed as 'self defense'. Germany made a slight stir over the death of Hitler, but no one really cared. The issue was dropped. The remaining cultists were arrested for charges of murder and assisting in murder. May, Billy and Jess all found jobs and the entire legal issue went over their heads. Steve was questioned, but he was mostly kept out of the loop by a pressing call to New York, as a real emergency had sprung up there. The NASA space program crawled slowly along even as Neil Armstrong got more and more excited about being the first landing on the moon.
Finally the last case was dropped, the last lawyer complaint and the last annoying media watchman left for something more interesting. The dust had settled. Ginger was used to living with a second man crammed in her skull. It crystallized in a discussion she had in her coffin. ├óÔé¼┼ôGinger' Tim said ├óÔé¼┼ôI will always be here. I can be a teacher, a friend...anything├óÔé¼┬Ø. Ginger smiled ├óÔé¼┼ôAnything?├óÔé¼┬Ø she asked the air softly. She felt a faint ghost hand brush her cheek ├óÔé¼┼ôAnything├óÔé¼┬Ø Timothy said. Ginger snuggled into the bed tighter and sighed ├óÔé¼┼ôThank you├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured.
The next day she attended Josh's wedding. Josh looked quite dashing in his suit, and Sally was gorgeous in her white dress. Her tail twitched under the gown, quite visible. They both walked down the row. Ginger found it only slightly uncomfortable to be in a Church. A crucifix glinted under her shirt, not even burning her slightly. She smiled when the priest told Josh and Sally to 'kiss the bride', and Sally yanked Josh onto her, her leg running up the side of his thigh in a decidedly nonvirginal fashion. It looked as if they were going to make love on the floor, right there. But then Josh pushed her off, panting slightly. The party started.
After wards Sally and Josh left. They drove home and got there, talking. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not sinful anymore?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôNo├óÔé¼┬Ø Josh said. ├óÔé¼┼ôGood├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said, undoing her dress and throwing it aside. She walked down the hallway, completely naked. Josh struggled out of his clothes and followed her. She got to the shower and stepped into it. She looked over her shoulder and twitched her tail. It was almost the full moon. ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôI took my wolfsbane...so do you want to try it?├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh breathed slowly ├óÔé¼┼ôI don't know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally grinned ├óÔé¼┼ôYou need to broaden your horizons├óÔé¼┬Ø She murmured as he stepped into the shower. She turned it on as he kissed her.
Ginger sat in her home, musing about the world. She was a bit at a drift. And she loved it. She spent long nights readying, listening to music and watching television. Every once and a while pain would hit her. Mathew was dead. It still hurt. Sometimes she could forget, but it would eventually intrude again. Mathew was dead. It hit her again that night and she started to cry. She walked to a sink and shoved her head under the faucet. She turned on the faucet and water poured down, through her hair. The red tears were washed away again. ├óÔé¼┼ôYou will cry one hundred times over as many years. It will become more spaced out as the pain lessens├óÔé¼┬Ø Tim murmured. She felt a ghostly hand on her shoulder and she placed her hand there. There was nothing.
Her tears stopped and she turned the faucet up. She sighed and whipped her hair down with a towel. ├óÔé¼┼ôTouching├óÔé¼┬Ø A raspy voice said behind her. She turned around, reflexively blurring her body. It looked as if she had gone slightly out of focus, and would be harder to hit. Dracula stood behind her. His head was covered by a hood and he wore a thick, long and very red trench coat. But she knew what his body was, under that. It was crushed, mangled. Almost destroyed. Almost. ├óÔé¼┼ôGet. Out. of. my. House├óÔé¼┬Ø Ginger said, punctuating each word with a finger pointing at the door. ├óÔé¼┼ôI came├óÔé¼┬Ø Dracula ├óÔé¼┼ôTo give you a message, Draculina├óÔé¼┬Ø.
He pointed at her, a gloved finger stabbing out. ├óÔé¼┼ôI will not rest├óÔé¼┬Ø he said ├óÔé¼┼ôUntil I have killed you. But you have a grace period. These wounds will take precisely one year. One year. Then I will return and kill you, your brothers, their wives and any children that had been born at the time. I will not rest until the entire Smith family is dead├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then he turned out and limped slowly out of the house, a cane flashing in his hand. It clicked down on the ground. Then he turned half way around. He brought his hand up and made a funny little salute ├óÔé¼┼ôSee you later, Draculina├óÔé¼┬Ø. Then he opened the door and walked out. The door slammed shut behind him.
Steve groaned, stretching his arms out to go behind Sandra. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm retired, officially├óÔé¼┬Ø he said. ├óÔé¼┼ôThats nice├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra said sleepily. Then she snapped awake ├óÔé¼┼ôRetired!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said. ├óÔé¼┼ôYup├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI got paid exorbitantly by the Hunter's Guild├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôIts not that much├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said, looking overly pleased. Sandra grabbed his crotch ├óÔé¼┼ôHow much├óÔé¼┬Ø She asked. Steve wheezed ├óÔé¼┼ôSix million├óÔé¼┬Ø He said. Sandra gasped ├óÔé¼┼ôSix million!├óÔé¼┬Ø she said ├óÔé¼┼ôThats...├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôA lot├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said once again looking very very pleased with himself. ├óÔé¼┼ôWhy so much?├óÔé¼┬Ø Sandra asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôLong service├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôI mean I was a Hunter for five years before I met you. That makes ten years. Thats longer then most Hunter's live├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sandra gulped ├óÔé¼┼ôSo├óÔé¼┬Ø She said ├óÔé¼┼ôWe're pretty much set for life├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôTrue├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve said ├óÔé¼┼ôBut I've donated some of the money├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôTo where?├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôSome place called NASA├óÔé¼┬Ø Steve murmured.
├óÔé¼┼ôHey Josh├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said as she watched Josh cut up cabbages ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm pregnant├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh slammed the knife down, nicking his finger. He stuck the bleeding figure in his mouth and swore. Then he slapped a bandage on it and looked at Sally. ├óÔé¼┼ôHow...How do you know?├óÔé¼┬Ø He asked. ├óÔé¼┼ôI know├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôWolf's always know├óÔé¼┬Ø. Josh breathed ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to be a dad five days into my marriage├óÔé¼┬Ø. Sally kissed him on the cheek ├óÔé¼┼ôThats right├óÔé¼┬Ø She said. Josh looked at her ├óÔé¼┼ôHow are Wolf kids?├óÔé¼┬Ø. ├óÔé¼┼ôExciting├óÔé¼┬Ø Sally said ├óÔé¼┼ôBy the way we're going to have quadruplets. I think we should expect them in about two months├óÔé¼┬Ø. She walked out of the ------- ├óÔé¼┼ôYell when dinner's ready├óÔé¼┬Ø.
Ginger sat in the Blackhorse manor. It was too big. She was thinking of selling it. One year, Dracula said. ├óÔé¼┼ôI'm going to need to get ready├óÔé¼┬Ø she murmured. Then she got up, slipped on a coat, and walked into the door. She didn't bother to open it, and simply floated through it. Then she walked down the street, more then ready to face the future.
To be Continued.
Here is the promo for the next part of Hunters, Vacation!
The Smiths are on vacation. Joshua Smith is, to be more specific, on honeymoon. He is in the company of his very...energetic werewolf wife, Sally Smith and their four kids, Danny, Larry, Harry and Kathleen. Josh is finding out what a handful of crating a bundle of hyperactive, shape shifting, werewolf cubs along with a equally hyperactive werewolf wife (who is madly in love with him to boot) all the way to a Cuban hotel is no mean feat. To make things worse a Vampire drug lord, known as the Prince of Cube, has decided that Josh is too dangerous to ignore. And when the Prince of Cuba sets his eyes on you, you and your family doesn't live much longer. But the Prince is going to learn that you NEVER make Joshua Smith, the most feared vampire hunter in the western hemisphere, mad.
Ginger Smith is on a trip that only a madman (or woman, in this case) would deem a vacation. But Ginger is a little unhinged, by most peoples estimates. She has a second mind, crammed into her own. But she's perfectly fine, really. She has tracked her arch nemesis, none of the then the infamous Count Dracula, all the way to Cuba. Dracula, still smarting after their last battle, is desperately seeking an item. And Ginger want it before he finds it. Because something Dracula wants can't be good. She has also caught the eye of a young communist writer from England, spending holiday in Cuba. He doesn't seem to mind that she hasn't breathed, and her heart hasn't beaten for at least three months. Gingers going to have a hell of a time of it dodging communist rhetoric and bullets.
Steven Smith is also visiting Cuba, ready and willing to spend his new found fortune. Steven was paid seven million dollars is retained fee's from his two decades of professional Werewolf Hunting. So now, unexpectedly wealthy, Steve and his wife Sandra are ready to sit back and relax in Cuba. Unfortunately it seems the hotel they are visiting is not just the center for a local communist revolutionary group, lead by some hot head named Fidel, but also apparently haunted. So its time for some ghost hunting, and he has been targeted as a 'rich capitalist pig' by the local revolutionary group. So it looks like Steve is not quite ready for retirement.
The Smiths are on vacation. Joshua Smith is, to be more specific, on honeymoon. He is in the company of his very...energetic werewolf wife, Sally Smith and their four kids, Danny, Larry, Harry and Kathleen. Josh is finding out what a handful of crating a bundle of hyperactive, shape shifting, werewolf cubs along with a equally hyperactive werewolf wife (who is madly in love with him to boot) all the way to a Cuban hotel is no mean feat. To make things worse a Vampire drug lord, known as the Prince of Cube, has decided that Josh is too dangerous to ignore. And when the Prince of Cuba sets his eyes on you, you and your family doesn't live much longer. But the Prince is going to learn that you NEVER make Joshua Smith, the most feared vampire hunter in the western hemisphere, mad.
Ginger Smith is on a trip that only a madman (or woman, in this case) would deem a vacation. But Ginger is a little unhinged, by most peoples estimates. She has a second mind, crammed into her own. But she's perfectly fine, really. She has tracked her arch nemesis, none of the then the infamous Count Dracula, all the way to Cuba. Dracula, still smarting after their last battle, is desperately seeking an item. And Ginger want it before he finds it. Because something Dracula wants can't be good. She has also caught the eye of a young communist writer from England, spending holiday in Cuba. He doesn't seem to mind that she hasn't breathed, and her heart hasn't beaten for at least three months. Gingers going to have a hell of a time of it dodging communist rhetoric and bullets.
Steven Smith is also visiting Cuba, ready and willing to spend his new found fortune. Steven was paid seven million dollars is retained fee's from his two decades of professional Werewolf Hunting. So now, unexpectedly wealthy, Steve and his wife Sandra are ready to sit back and relax in Cuba. Unfortunately it seems the hotel they are visiting is not just the center for a local communist revolutionary group, lead by some hot head named Fidel, but also apparently haunted. So its time for some ghost hunting, and he has been targeted as a 'rich capitalist pig' by the local revolutionary group. So it looks like Steve is not quite ready for retirement.