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As promised here's a bit more (~1440 words)
“Mmm,” I licked my lips as I laid down the wineglass. “Now, that’s very nice.”
Damien at other side of the table smiled slyly as he whisked his hand to send the waiter away. Even though he was really old, there was nothing in his nor mine appearances, that would have told the casual observers that we were more than a very young couple. Maybe some could have said a married couple. But those, who knew us better, knew not bring in the m-word matter at front of him if they wanted to keep their heads sitting on their shoulders. Especially not the one that was forged in front of the God, or in that time, at front of a sea captain.
“I’m glad you like it my love,” Damien said, “Because that particular bottle is nearly three hundred years old. I ordered them to open it especially for you.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said as I ran a finger on the rim of the glass. “You have always known how to please girls. Especially those ones that have been so-o bad…”
“You… Bad… Nonsense,” he laughed. “You don’t have bad bones in you.”
“Then tell me why you summoned me here?” I waved hand to our wood panelled surroundings. Everything in the room smelled money. The fat men, their scantly dressed escorts, the oil paintings, even the heavy curtains that draped on the windows, shielding curious eyes on the street from seeing what sort of pleasures were served at the dining hall of Brooke’s gentlemen’s club.
“Do I have to have a specific reason?”
Intriguing. “Of course there has to be a reason. I know you. You wouldn’t open one of your most precious wines if you would not have a reason.”
“Other than having a good time in a beautiful company?”
“Yes,” I said. “Because, if you would want to have a good time, you would be with one of your precious dolls. Not with me, my dearly beloved husband.”
He looked shocked for a moment. My words weren’t making him feeling better, quite the opposite. But then again I didn’t think he would have appreciated much if I would have turned away from my old habits. After all, he was my husband, and every one of them needed a someone to keep them in their senses. Or else our entire culture would be doomed. It just would not exist.
Suddenly he said, “Don’t you remember what day it is?”
“As if that would change things any different darling,” I said. “Of course I remember what day it is.” While I added in my mind, how could I be able to forget the day when you sired me? In that day he’d lured me from my convent through his wicked ways to taste the blood of the Damned ones. And ever since the darkness had been my domain, even though I had not stopped looking the ways to get back into God’s grace.
At the beginning, he’d overlooked the fact and thought I would get over the desire to be with the Lord, but over the years, when that desire had not lessened, it had started to rub him in wrong ways. The Damned ones, as he said, weren’t supposed to be the good. But then again, we both had seen too many cases that proved that not everyone were bowing towards the Fallen Angel. “But why now, when it hasn’t been important to you for decades.”
“Really?” Damien flashed one of his smiles that probably would have wetted any other girl pants. “I’m shocked.”
“You don’t look like you’re shocked.”
“Oh, believe me, my dearly beloved wife. I am.”
“You could have fooled them.” I waved my hand towards the pair of scantly dressed ladies that were leading their intoxicated fat cat from a tie towards the one private rooms, “But not me. So, what is it?”
“Why cannot we have a civilised dinner and just enjoy our company?”
“Is that all?” I asked, not believing for a second on what was coming from his mouth. Everything else meant so much to him. This club and its patrons were just one culmination of his operations. Ones that he was leading through his shell corporations in order to keep him closely tied to the real power; power that came through the people.
Over the years, the humanity had advanced so much and now they were readying themselves to reach the start by expanding their dominion over the solar system. And if I knew anything he wanted to take us there, among the stars, in the eternal darkness where we wouldn’t have to be scared about the sun anymore.
At there the humanity would serve us like walking food supplies…
Suddenly, before he even managed to find a solution to shut my highly active mind, I saw his head turning towards the centre of the dining hall. At there, a large African man grasped his throat and then soon after, he fell on the ground.
As the precious second trickled away, I found myself unable to move as I heard his dinner party gasping, while I focused on his heart. It was so strange. It was not there. Yet the man was kicking around as if he was in his death throats.
“I,” he pointed a shaking finger towards the centre.
I found myself absolutely mystified, almost petrified even though I had seen a lot of death. But that wasn’t case with him, as he quickly wiped corners of his mouth and then said, “Would you excuse me for a moment?”
Before I even had chance to give him my acceptance, he’d winked his hand to get in the waiting personnel’s to move away the patrons, while two of them kneeled next to the black man to administrate first-aid. And I found myself thinking, why I’m not doing that? After all I was fully trained nurse and the first-aid should have been my main function.
But I was freaking out. The hairs at the back on my neck were standing while something in me said to ran. Run, can you believe it? I mean I was six feet eleven vampire who had taken down quite large fellows, but yet I was freaking out so much so that I was ready to leave the room with the other people.
However, I didn’t.
I stayed when the waitresses closed the door at front of Damien and left us four with the corpse. He touched my arm and asked, “Are you alright?”
“No…” I turned to look at him in the eyes. “Yes…”
“No, you are not,” he said at the same time as we heard a loud groan, and then a freakish cry. We turned to look and saw the African man tearing a chunk of flesh from man’s neck. The waitress automatically slapped a hand over the wound that was sprouting blood all over the place. My instincts went nuts as one part of me felt excited over the sight, while the other screamed me to go help him. It was the first one that won when the African man, launched on the second waitress. I felt absolutely exalted for such offerings, and in the corner of my eye, I could see the same thing affecting him. But the African wasn’t doing it for us and when the second one went down on the ground, he went after him; tearing the clothes, sinking teeth in the exposed flesh.
This man wasn’t a new vampire, not even a werecreature, but something else. There was no life in him, but yet he as hungry as one that had freshly risen from a grave. But it wasn’t the blood that he was after, it was the flesh, cuts, everything.
“Hey you,” Damien shouted to get his attention, but he ignored us, unlikely any other newly risen that we’d seen before. Maybe it was the terminal hunger that had shut off his brain, or then maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t scared about his superiors.
“Damien,” I said as I started taking off my stiletto heels.
“Jane,” Damien laid a hand over my shoulder, “Stay out from this. This is my—“
“—I know it’s yours, but—“
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“—no buts,” he said as he took off his coat and threw it at back of nearest chair. Rolling up his sleeves he moved behind the man to repeat his, “Hey you,” line. It worked a little bit better than at the first time. The African looked at him and then turned back to stuff his mouth as if it was going out of fashion.[/FONT]
“Mmm,” I licked my lips as I laid down the wineglass. “Now, that’s very nice.”
Damien at other side of the table smiled slyly as he whisked his hand to send the waiter away. Even though he was really old, there was nothing in his nor mine appearances, that would have told the casual observers that we were more than a very young couple. Maybe some could have said a married couple. But those, who knew us better, knew not bring in the m-word matter at front of him if they wanted to keep their heads sitting on their shoulders. Especially not the one that was forged in front of the God, or in that time, at front of a sea captain.
“I’m glad you like it my love,” Damien said, “Because that particular bottle is nearly three hundred years old. I ordered them to open it especially for you.”
“Oh, thank you,” I said as I ran a finger on the rim of the glass. “You have always known how to please girls. Especially those ones that have been so-o bad…”
“You… Bad… Nonsense,” he laughed. “You don’t have bad bones in you.”
“Then tell me why you summoned me here?” I waved hand to our wood panelled surroundings. Everything in the room smelled money. The fat men, their scantly dressed escorts, the oil paintings, even the heavy curtains that draped on the windows, shielding curious eyes on the street from seeing what sort of pleasures were served at the dining hall of Brooke’s gentlemen’s club.
“Do I have to have a specific reason?”
Intriguing. “Of course there has to be a reason. I know you. You wouldn’t open one of your most precious wines if you would not have a reason.”
“Other than having a good time in a beautiful company?”
“Yes,” I said. “Because, if you would want to have a good time, you would be with one of your precious dolls. Not with me, my dearly beloved husband.”
He looked shocked for a moment. My words weren’t making him feeling better, quite the opposite. But then again I didn’t think he would have appreciated much if I would have turned away from my old habits. After all, he was my husband, and every one of them needed a someone to keep them in their senses. Or else our entire culture would be doomed. It just would not exist.
Suddenly he said, “Don’t you remember what day it is?”
“As if that would change things any different darling,” I said. “Of course I remember what day it is.” While I added in my mind, how could I be able to forget the day when you sired me? In that day he’d lured me from my convent through his wicked ways to taste the blood of the Damned ones. And ever since the darkness had been my domain, even though I had not stopped looking the ways to get back into God’s grace.
At the beginning, he’d overlooked the fact and thought I would get over the desire to be with the Lord, but over the years, when that desire had not lessened, it had started to rub him in wrong ways. The Damned ones, as he said, weren’t supposed to be the good. But then again, we both had seen too many cases that proved that not everyone were bowing towards the Fallen Angel. “But why now, when it hasn’t been important to you for decades.”
“Really?” Damien flashed one of his smiles that probably would have wetted any other girl pants. “I’m shocked.”
“You don’t look like you’re shocked.”
“Oh, believe me, my dearly beloved wife. I am.”
“You could have fooled them.” I waved my hand towards the pair of scantly dressed ladies that were leading their intoxicated fat cat from a tie towards the one private rooms, “But not me. So, what is it?”
“Why cannot we have a civilised dinner and just enjoy our company?”
“Is that all?” I asked, not believing for a second on what was coming from his mouth. Everything else meant so much to him. This club and its patrons were just one culmination of his operations. Ones that he was leading through his shell corporations in order to keep him closely tied to the real power; power that came through the people.
Over the years, the humanity had advanced so much and now they were readying themselves to reach the start by expanding their dominion over the solar system. And if I knew anything he wanted to take us there, among the stars, in the eternal darkness where we wouldn’t have to be scared about the sun anymore.
At there the humanity would serve us like walking food supplies…
Suddenly, before he even managed to find a solution to shut my highly active mind, I saw his head turning towards the centre of the dining hall. At there, a large African man grasped his throat and then soon after, he fell on the ground.
As the precious second trickled away, I found myself unable to move as I heard his dinner party gasping, while I focused on his heart. It was so strange. It was not there. Yet the man was kicking around as if he was in his death throats.
“I,” he pointed a shaking finger towards the centre.
I found myself absolutely mystified, almost petrified even though I had seen a lot of death. But that wasn’t case with him, as he quickly wiped corners of his mouth and then said, “Would you excuse me for a moment?”
Before I even had chance to give him my acceptance, he’d winked his hand to get in the waiting personnel’s to move away the patrons, while two of them kneeled next to the black man to administrate first-aid. And I found myself thinking, why I’m not doing that? After all I was fully trained nurse and the first-aid should have been my main function.
But I was freaking out. The hairs at the back on my neck were standing while something in me said to ran. Run, can you believe it? I mean I was six feet eleven vampire who had taken down quite large fellows, but yet I was freaking out so much so that I was ready to leave the room with the other people.
However, I didn’t.
I stayed when the waitresses closed the door at front of Damien and left us four with the corpse. He touched my arm and asked, “Are you alright?”
“No…” I turned to look at him in the eyes. “Yes…”
“No, you are not,” he said at the same time as we heard a loud groan, and then a freakish cry. We turned to look and saw the African man tearing a chunk of flesh from man’s neck. The waitress automatically slapped a hand over the wound that was sprouting blood all over the place. My instincts went nuts as one part of me felt excited over the sight, while the other screamed me to go help him. It was the first one that won when the African man, launched on the second waitress. I felt absolutely exalted for such offerings, and in the corner of my eye, I could see the same thing affecting him. But the African wasn’t doing it for us and when the second one went down on the ground, he went after him; tearing the clothes, sinking teeth in the exposed flesh.
This man wasn’t a new vampire, not even a werecreature, but something else. There was no life in him, but yet he as hungry as one that had freshly risen from a grave. But it wasn’t the blood that he was after, it was the flesh, cuts, everything.
“Hey you,” Damien shouted to get his attention, but he ignored us, unlikely any other newly risen that we’d seen before. Maybe it was the terminal hunger that had shut off his brain, or then maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t scared about his superiors.
“Damien,” I said as I started taking off my stiletto heels.
“Jane,” Damien laid a hand over my shoulder, “Stay out from this. This is my—“
“—I know it’s yours, but—“
[FONT="]
“—no buts,” he said as he took off his coat and threw it at back of nearest chair. Rolling up his sleeves he moved behind the man to repeat his, “Hey you,” line. It worked a little bit better than at the first time. The African looked at him and then turned back to stuff his mouth as if it was going out of fashion.[/FONT]
