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Chapter 1
Slayer-to-Be
The red eyes stared at me with thirst and determination. They quavered and shook. The small beady black dots that were his pupils searched my body, looking for some weapon other than the crosses I wore on my hair tie and the stake in my fist. He laughed a wicked low organ key like laugh. It was not ugly to say the least. In fact, it was seductive and attractive. However, I was taught to resist, so I fought its pull.
“You want me,” he accused. His voice was the same tone as his laugh, and just as tempting. He smiled a brilliant smile, his teeth shining in sunlight like the mirrors that his veins were.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. It was hard to keep my voice even, but I managed. “I want you…dead.”
“Ah, you silly girl. That is where you are wrong. You want me. But not dead. Never dead.” He pondered that thought for a moment, then grinned.
I smiled. “Believe what you like, Atierious. But I will walk away, and you will burn.”
“Come and get me, Slayer.”
“It would be my pleasure,” the words were mocking and sincere at the same time.
He hesitated, then took a step back and dove at me. Years of training held me still until the very last moment, then I leapt to the side. All in the same motion, I spun and kicked him in the back. The instant his feet hit the ground he whirled around and grabbed at me. I already had the dagger from my belt sheath in my stake-free hand. I jabbed it in between his watch band and his wrist, hooking him. With a thrust, I snapped the metal and the clock clanked to the floor.
He growled and went for my head. I ducked around him and snatched his wrist. Atierious struggled against me. I wasn’t stronger than him, by any chance, but I was wrapping the chain of my eleven inch tall cross around his wrist. He groaned as sun began to melt his veins and as the cross burned the skin it touched.
I managed to get his other hand into the confines of the chain. He kicked at me and screamed. I shoved my elbow into his chest. His warmed blood and burning flesh weakened him enough that he stumbled backwards.
His back slammed against the wall with a low pound. He snarled and threw himself at me. I held my arm with the stake in it up and aimed it at his heart. He ran right into it.
The vampire wailed. The sound of his cry pierced my ears. It dug into unforgotten wounds from my childhood. From my early days of slayer hood. It brought back the knowledge of how I used to wake every morning screaming because the image I painted in my mind of vampires was so strong and terrifying. That was before I discovered that I was a slayer. That was when I was only obsessed with the existence of mythical monsters that feasted on human blood.
The beautiful monster staggered back to the wall, his perfect features twisted in agony. His blood was liquid. I could see it seeping in his body. His white skin made transparent in the sunlight revealed what had been his frozen veins, mirror-like to show me my fear and make me wallow in it. Now I couldn’t see my reflection, only the rush of blood that should not flow. The stake in his heart jolted it into the unnatural state of pumping. The humaneness of this weakened him. It put him more onto my level, the human level of strength. Technically, he was coming back to life.
When a vampire is revived, he will suffer eternally. There is no going back for him after that. He will always be somewhat human. That makes him vulnerable. This was my opportunity to kill Atierious.
I pulled the lighter from my belt and stepped to his side, and let the flames lick at his flesh and catch.
The beautiful mouth emitted a sound so awful, I wanted to keel over in pity and anguish for the dying creature. I refrained.
After five minutes, his body was completely destroyed. I reached down for my cross, and brushed it off. The ash from Atierious’ burned body fell to the rest of him gently. I sighed as I tucked the offensive amulet into my belt. Stupid vampires died so easily, there was never any challenge to it.
After one last remorseful and hateful glare at the ashes, I took off down the road, and out of the alley. It was almost eight. I had to get to school.
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Slayer-to-Be
The red eyes stared at me with thirst and determination. They quavered and shook. The small beady black dots that were his pupils searched my body, looking for some weapon other than the crosses I wore on my hair tie and the stake in my fist. He laughed a wicked low organ key like laugh. It was not ugly to say the least. In fact, it was seductive and attractive. However, I was taught to resist, so I fought its pull.
“You want me,” he accused. His voice was the same tone as his laugh, and just as tempting. He smiled a brilliant smile, his teeth shining in sunlight like the mirrors that his veins were.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully. It was hard to keep my voice even, but I managed. “I want you…dead.”
“Ah, you silly girl. That is where you are wrong. You want me. But not dead. Never dead.” He pondered that thought for a moment, then grinned.
I smiled. “Believe what you like, Atierious. But I will walk away, and you will burn.”
“Come and get me, Slayer.”
“It would be my pleasure,” the words were mocking and sincere at the same time.
He hesitated, then took a step back and dove at me. Years of training held me still until the very last moment, then I leapt to the side. All in the same motion, I spun and kicked him in the back. The instant his feet hit the ground he whirled around and grabbed at me. I already had the dagger from my belt sheath in my stake-free hand. I jabbed it in between his watch band and his wrist, hooking him. With a thrust, I snapped the metal and the clock clanked to the floor.
He growled and went for my head. I ducked around him and snatched his wrist. Atierious struggled against me. I wasn’t stronger than him, by any chance, but I was wrapping the chain of my eleven inch tall cross around his wrist. He groaned as sun began to melt his veins and as the cross burned the skin it touched.
I managed to get his other hand into the confines of the chain. He kicked at me and screamed. I shoved my elbow into his chest. His warmed blood and burning flesh weakened him enough that he stumbled backwards.
His back slammed against the wall with a low pound. He snarled and threw himself at me. I held my arm with the stake in it up and aimed it at his heart. He ran right into it.
The vampire wailed. The sound of his cry pierced my ears. It dug into unforgotten wounds from my childhood. From my early days of slayer hood. It brought back the knowledge of how I used to wake every morning screaming because the image I painted in my mind of vampires was so strong and terrifying. That was before I discovered that I was a slayer. That was when I was only obsessed with the existence of mythical monsters that feasted on human blood.
The beautiful monster staggered back to the wall, his perfect features twisted in agony. His blood was liquid. I could see it seeping in his body. His white skin made transparent in the sunlight revealed what had been his frozen veins, mirror-like to show me my fear and make me wallow in it. Now I couldn’t see my reflection, only the rush of blood that should not flow. The stake in his heart jolted it into the unnatural state of pumping. The humaneness of this weakened him. It put him more onto my level, the human level of strength. Technically, he was coming back to life.
When a vampire is revived, he will suffer eternally. There is no going back for him after that. He will always be somewhat human. That makes him vulnerable. This was my opportunity to kill Atierious.
I pulled the lighter from my belt and stepped to his side, and let the flames lick at his flesh and catch.
The beautiful mouth emitted a sound so awful, I wanted to keel over in pity and anguish for the dying creature. I refrained.
After five minutes, his body was completely destroyed. I reached down for my cross, and brushed it off. The ash from Atierious’ burned body fell to the rest of him gently. I sighed as I tucked the offensive amulet into my belt. Stupid vampires died so easily, there was never any challenge to it.
After one last remorseful and hateful glare at the ashes, I took off down the road, and out of the alley. It was almost eight. I had to get to school.
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