A Cold Night for Revenge

[Wiggle]

April 15th, 1865

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Wyatt stepped off the train breathed in the warm evening Illinois air. It was comforting to be back home once again, away from the pointless war that he was forced to fight. He had left behind his 6 sons and his beautiful wife to fight in a war waged by people Wyatt never had the misfortune of knowing. He sighed and adjusted his bags, and walked through the train station and exited onto the street. He looked both ways and noticed that the town was somewhat desolate, and the only people who remained on the street where the shopkeepers going about their closing duties and that the sun was beginning to set in the distance. Wyatt's farm was only 10 miles from town, a good hour or so on horseback. It would be a good hour or two before Wyatt reach home and was able to sleep on an actual bed.


Wyatt stepped down to the walkway that stretched itself both ways along the town's center, turned to the left and began walked in the direction of his farm. It wasn't long until he spied a horse and buggy, manned by an older gentleman, who had his hat drawn over his eyes. He was apparently asleep, which caused Wyatt to approach the man slowly.


"Excuse me, mister." Wyatt said, trying the rouse the man. "Are you for hire?"


The man stirred, and pushed his hat up and looked down at the man wearing the Union uniform.


"Yes, sir." He answered, covering a short yawn. "Just for a few hours though, the missus has potato stew tonight. Hop in, it's the least I can do for a soldier."


Wyatt thanked the man, and handed him a five dollar bill before climbing in the back of the cart, and sitting down.


"Where to, soldier?" The man asked, looking over his shoulder.


"The Williams's farm." Wyatt answered, relaxing for a second.


"The Williams's Farm?" He asked. "I know the place. Mrs. Williams helped me out one day, gave my horses some feed, and even gave me water and a few apples to tide me over until I could go home and eat supper. Good woman, and her sons are fine young men. Are you kin?"


The man spurred the two horses that pulled the car towards Wyatt's destination.


"Yes." Wyatt answered. "I'm her husband, and those are my boys."


"Mr. Williams!" The man exclaimed. "I used to buy your wheat and corn for the missus. She would make the best beard and cornbread with your crops. Swore we'd never buy anywhere else."


Wyatt chuckled and thanked the man, and the two talked about happening around the town all the way to the Williams's Farm, and when they arrived, Wyatt thanked the man, and hopped from the cart and headed towards the gate, which he hopped and continued up towards the home. He stopped a few yards from the front steps and glanced at the house. He had a strange feeling that something wasn't right, but continued anyway. He grasp the front door, twisted and the door gave way. It was strange, because he instructed Mary to lock the door every night, but perhaps she had forgotten tonight. He pushed open the door, and stepped inside. There was a lone lamp that was flickering on the table a few feet away from the door on the living room table. Wyatt walked over to it and picked it up, and looked around. It was somewhat strange that his family hadn't come to see who had entered the house. He turned towards the stairs, not noticing the figure sitting in the arm chair not even a few feet away. He continued on his way up the stairs, the scared feeling growing with each step. Something wasn't right here, and Wyatt had no idea what was wrong. He walked up the stairs and down the hall towards his wife and his' bathroom and opened the door, and a grisly sight greeted him. His wife lay dead in their bed, her skin paper thin, dried blood stained the sheets and her clothing. Wyatt stumbling backwards in shock, hand covering his mouth. His wife was dead, and drained of her life's blood. Wyatt turned and ran to his son's room, one by one, discovering that they all suffered the same fate.


Wyatt fell to his knees, and slid down against the wall. He began sobbing for his family, the tears flowing down his cheeks and wetting his shirt. He couldn't do anything for them now, except remember. After a few moments, he regained his composure and pushed himself up to his feet, and stumbled down the stairs, back to the living room.


"I see you've found your family." A deep voice said. "They were quite tasty, and the woman put up quite a fight. I did give her some pleasure before I drank her life's blood, so don't worry, my friend."


Wyatt wheeled around and held the lantern up high, facing the direction of the voice. The light cast from the lantern illuminated a being only from Wyatt's worst nightmares. A being with the body shape of a man, but the facial features of a bat. Long, large ears, wide eyes, a squashed nose, and sharp, disgusting teeth. The beast smiled at Wyatt and stood up, advancing slowly towards him.


"Say your prayers human, to whatever god you serve." He said. "You'll meet your maker soon enough."


In the blink of an eye, the monster was upon Wyatt, his sharp teeth anchored deep within the unprotected flesh of Wyatt's neck, draining his life force. Before Wyatt knew anything he was drowsy, and extremely tired. He closed his eyes and barely felt the force of his fall against the wooden floor. He heard voices not soon after that.


"Damn bloodsucker got another family." One voice said. "That fucker has killed 12 families in the past week!"


"Calm down, John." Another said. "All we can do is to avenge the poor sods, we can't save them"


Wyatt awoke in a dark room and glanced around. The room was only lit by a single candle, which shed it's light on the already prepared corpses of his family. Wyatt rolled off the mortician's table and hit the floor with a loud thud, causing the mortician to run from his place in the front to the back.


"What in the hell?" He said, after noticing that Wyatt was moving. "You had no heartbeat, no breath! You were dead!"


Wyatt pushed himself up, and looked around, focusing on the mortician. His stomach rumbled, and for once he saw the man as food, not as a fellow human.


"No." Wyatt growled. "I'm just fine."


Wyatt leaped upon the man, and tore his throat out, drinking the blood. After he had his fill, Wyatt wiped his bloody mouth on his union uniform and began to remove the man's clothing, replacing it as his own. After he had finished, Wyatt brushed his new clothing down and made his way towards the front door and out into the sun, which immediately began to burn his skin. Wyatt hissed and jumped back into the shade and then back into the mortician's office, and locked the door, and went back into the back to rest until nightfall.


Wyatt opened his eyes, sat up and made his way outside. Night had fallen, and he needed to gather his weapons and his things. Something wasn't right about him anymore, something unnatural. Wyatt had never wanted or even though about killing another human being just to drink his or her blood. He shook the thoughts from his mind and made his way to his home.


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Wyatt sat in the strip, his legs propped up on a table. He occasionally glanced around the room for anyone who seemed tasty enough to feed from, and saw no one. He groaned and rubbed his belly, trying to push away the hunger. It was enough for him to hiring a prostitute on the proposition of sexual favors, only to feed on the poor woman afterward, leaving her collapsed in an alleyway only to be rescued by first responders a few hours later after someone had stumbled upon her shallow breathing body. There was something wrong about tonight, and Wyatt didn't know what it was. Perhaps he'd find that fucker Ahmo and tear his throat from the beast as he did his family. Wyatt grunted his hate and sighed, pulling his cowboy hat over his eyes. It was nearly sunrise, and he needed some sleep.

 

[dreamersdisease]

Cheap liquor had no contest to that of a true brand. But for the seemingly young Cora Vine, she supposed that it was enough to get her through the rest of the night. With small fingers wrapped around a decently large glass, she let the drink burn down her throat, hissing at the bitter taste.


Cora sat alone in her home. Well, technically, it wasn't her home but her parents. They had been deceased for over five years, but the option to leave the place where most of her knowledge came from just seemed unreasonable. For the rest of those five years, she had grown into a woman of "faith." But that faith didn't reside on the cross bearing ways. Not by a modern long shot anyway.


Finishing off what she had left in the glass, Cora leaned back into the comfortable couch of which she had been wasting away for the past hour. Her hand slid up to her chest to grasp onto the silver chain that wrapped around her neck. She toyed with the small cross with her fingers and scoffed at the sight.


Being slightly intoxicated, Cora's mind ran a marathon. She thought of the previous events that had occurred during the day, most of them were unfortunate. She reflected on the way she presented herself during those times and how ignorant she must have found as well. Running a hand through dirty blonde hair, Cora heavily sighed in defeat. The early morning was not treating her well.


As her eyes came to close, a beeping jingle could be heard. One eye measly popped open in search for the sound. She could identify the jingle as her own mobile phone, but she could not for the life of her remember where she sat it down. Groaning to stand, she used her senses of sound to guide her to where her mobile phone hid.


Luckily for her, it rested on top of an aging recliner. Not bothering to view who it may have been, she pressed the phone to her ear. "Cora," there was a husky, male voice on the other end.


"John." Over the years, Cora's accent had somewhat become less thick of her Russian descent. Which was a good thing; most didn't take kindly to her anyway just for the sole reason. "John, it's almost six in the morning, why are you calling at such a time?"


"Five," John said, almost as if he had run out of breath. Or perhaps sheer fear in him came through.


Her brow arched. "Five?"


"Bodies, Cora!" John grew agitated, even growling to express the emotion. "Five bodies were found the other night. All of them were separately placed in different alleys, but they were close together."


Upon hearing the news, Cora's brow arched even higher. "Anything else?"


"Prostitutes," John informed. "No blood in any of them, Cora. I shouldn't have to tell you what we're up against."


She expected this. There had been multiple reports about murders on television, one in particular that stood out was the drainage of blood from the victims. The murders had been too increasingly difficult to decipher a single human could do such a thing. But Cora knew better. No ordinary human could make such a clean spree.


The whole Silver Cross knew. That's why police had contacted them, urged them to help rid of the being that caused death among the town. The organization known to defy the odds of what these beings were capable of. They had been for hundreds of years.


After a long sigh, Cora returned her attention. "I'll check it out," she said, "but it'll have to be in the evening, as you should understand."


"Of course."


There was a click on the other end of the line, and Cora placed the phone down. It was times like this where she found herself becoming overwhelmed with what she was dwelling into. But now that she had been informed, Cora could only drag herself to her own bedroom. The mornings and afternoons were of no use to her. Most creatures hid in the shadows anyway, and that's where Cora needed to be.


Pulling down the sheets from her bed, she swarmed herself in the warmth. As light appeared through her window, Cora had fallen asleep, awaiting for the evening.

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt awoke to the rough tapping on his shoulder, and then the harsh shaking from another being.


"Hey, cowboy, we're closing. Get your drunk ass up and go home." A rough male's voice said. "Or I'll throw you out myself."


Wyatt pushed the brim of his worn cowboy hat up, and looked up at the man with an eyebrow raised. The man was a tall, fat slob with his belly poking out from his soiled security shirt, whatever was on his shirt smelled foul and caused Wyatt to crunch his nose in disgust. The man had really trashy tattoos up and down both forearms, and Wyatt even saw a few vampire ones, a blood red cross, several skulls with vampire like teeth, and Wyatt believed he even saw a few naked devil ladies. He lowered his eyes to the man's pants and noticed the taser stowed in it's holster on his belt which was holding up his camo pants which were a few sizes too big. Wyatt raised his eyes back up to the man's face were the hint of stubble made it's way across his chubby cheeks. His blue eyes told Wyatt that the man was exhausted and wanted him to leave so he could go home and sleep. At least Wyatt and the fat man had something in common.


"Did you hear me, old man?" He said again, anger creeping in through his voice. "Get. The. Fuck. Out."


The corner of Wyatt's lip curled into a smile, revealing a long sharp canine. He looked back up at the fat man with his almost yellow amber eyes, and chuckled.


"Do you like vampires?" He asked.


The man looked a bit taken aback by his question, and his face grew red. He knew Wyatt was toying for him, and he was going to kick the long haired cowboy's ass.


"What?" He asked, trying to control his anger. "Do I like vampires? Alright, that's enough, I'm tossing your ass out, old man."


The fat man moved surprisingly fast for his size, but of course, Wyatt was way faster. In milliseconds of the stout man's initial movement, Wyatt was upon the fat man, and sinking his fang deep within the fat man's neck. The man gasped in surprise as Wyatt licked the blood that began seeping from the wound, and suddenly was meet with a tingling feeling. The fat fucker had tried to taze Wyatt, to which Wyatt laughed, and snapped the man's arm in two, and ripped his throat out. The man gurgled as he began to drown in his own blood, grasping for flesh that was no longer there. Wyatt was starving and drank a bit of the man's blood only to spit it out. The blood tasted diseased, which Wyatt gag and nearly retch. After a moment, Wyatt regained his composure and looked over at the body of the fat man who lay slumped over on the table. He gurgled a few more times, blowing blood bubbles before taking his final breath, his eyes glazing over, and he was dead. Wyatt wrinkled his nose at the foul smell that followed next, and waved his hand in front of his face.


"They never tell you how they shit themselves when they die." He said to the dead body.


He turned to sit back down at the table and was greeted by a feminine blood curdling scream and a string of obscenities from a man. Wyatt turned around and noticed a brunette stripper who was barely dressed and another more skinnier and younger bouncer, who's clothing appeared to be in disarray. Wyatt smiled at the two, and wiped away the blood that ran from his mouth with the back of his hand, and then wiped his hand on the fat man's shirt.


"Candy, go call the cops, I'm going to handle this freak." The man said, pushing the woman towards the door they had just came out of.


"But Jason, he killed Willy." She stammered, terrified. "He was our toughest bouncer, and he just killed him."


She began sobbed and the bouncer turned towards her, and pushed her. That gave Wyatt all the time he needed, and he dashed across the room and leapt onto the man, pushing him to the floor, and bit deep into the man's jugular and began to drain the man's precious lifeblood. He tasted a little bit better, as he most likely took care of his body, unlike the pig from before. The man fought back, raining punches down on Wyatt, and continued until they got weaker, and weaker, until the man's arms fell to the ground with a simultaneous thud, and he sighed his last. Wyatt straightened up and licked the blood from his lips. He needed to find the woman and deal with her before she could call the authorities and give Wyatt more trouble than the trio was worth. He slapped his hands together a few times before heading through the door to the stripper's dressing room.


Wyatt didn't care who he fed from, men, women, whoever. He all fed on them the same, the only thing that was different was the way he treated them. The women, Wyatt treated like a game, often comforting them and talking them into allowing him to fed on them. Sometimes he pleasured them before he fed on them, and sometimes he tore into them like he did most of the men he fed on. It all depended on his mood and how hungry he was. Since he had just fed off the brawny man, he had half a mind to toy with the woman. He could hear her frantic crying and trying to speak through choked sobs. She had already called the cops, and was trying to tell them what happened, but her hysterical sobbing and weeping was interfering. Wyatt approached a wall, and instantly morphed through it and appeared in a solid form on the opposite side. He brushed his hands together and looked back at the wall.


"Hot damn, I love be able to do that." He said. "Maybe I'd ought to rob a bank sometime, would be pretty easy, honestly."


He turned back to the young brunette stripper and smiled, revealing his bloody teeth and approached her. He whisked the phone from her hand, and grabbed her arm so she wouldn't be able to run. She screamed and tried to punch Wyatt, which had little to no effect on the beast. Wyatt pressed the phone to his ear and coughed a few times.


"Ma'am? Ma'am are you there?" A female voice asked. "We've got officers on the way."


"I'm sorry miss." Wyatt said. "My sister has schizophrenia, and she ran out of medication and didn't tell anyone. We just watched that new movie, Dracula Untold and she started hallucinating. She's normally good when she takes her medication, but apparently she's out."


"Sir, we've got a few officers on the way. Would you like an ambulance as well?" She asked.


"No, no, ma'am." He said. "I don't want to waste police or EMS resources, so I'm going to take her to the emergency room right now."


"Okay sir, I'll cancel the call." She said, with a hint of hesitation in her voice.


"Thank you, ma'am." Wyatt replied. "I'm extremely sorry about the entire deal, please tell the boys in blue that their service is appreciated."


Wyatt ended the call, crushed the phone and tossed it's remnants against the wall hard enough to knock a hole in the drywall. He turned his attention to the brunette stripper, who had ran out of tears by this point and was just whimpering in terror.


"Please sir..." She choked. "Let me go, I have a daughter and my parents..."


Wyatt narrowed his eyes, flashing back to his dead family laying their beds and the same sadness and despair he felt when he found them.


"Please.....have mercy on me." She whimpered.


Wyatt pushed her up against the wall, and looked into her eyes with a alluring smile. The woman shuddered in terror and Wyatt leaned in close to her face, and smiled, revealing his bloody fangs. His eyes flashed and the woman stared at him, in a combination of shock, horror and fascination.


"You're...a......" She started.


"Vampire, yes." Wyatt finished, nodding his head and rolling his eyes.


It was common for humans to not believe in his kind, but they were just as real as they were. All of them, demons, werewolves, werebears, every creature that was thought to be a legend was in fact as real as anything. She shuddered again and Wyatt forced her to look into his eyes.


"What....do...you plan on doing...with me I mean." She asked, the sound of fear thick in her voice. "Are you going to drink my blood?"


Wyatt shrugged and licked the spot on her neck where he planned to bite, causing her to shudder again, in terror or pleasure, Wyatt didn't know.


"Please be gentle with me....if you're going to kill me." She said.


Wyatt laughed and bit into her neck, and a few seconds later dropped the still breathing stripper to the floor. She would survive and remain human, since Wyatt hadn't wanted to change her. He sighed and stepped over her and made his way out of the dressing room and into the main room, stopping only to glance down at the dead bouncer in front of the door and retrieved his wallet, and took whatever cash was in there, and he did the same with the fat one, placing their money in his own billfold. He sighed and sat back down on the chair, propped his feet up on the dead fat man's back and pushed his hat back down over his eyes and tried to go to sleep.

 

[dreamersdisease]

There was that nagging beeping jingle once more.


A figure stirred underneath a pillow and a groan escaped as well. An arm reached out to pull the pillow away, revealing a sluggish Cora to rise up. She sheepishly searched for that damn mobile phone in hopes that whomever it may be, had hopefully enough news to ruin her somewhat peaceful slumber.


Reaching for the blasted thing on her dresser, Cora could see that it was once again, John. Growling, she placed it back to her ear. Before she could get a single word in, John's voice was frantic. "Cora! Cora, you need to drop what you're doing immediately!"


Groaning once more, Cora now sat on the edge of her bed, stretching and yawning in the process. "John, please," she spoke, now standing on her feet. "John, what's the matter? What's wrong?"


"We've got a call in!" John exclaimed.


Cora's brow arched. "Call in? What kind of call in?"


He growled in frustration. "An emergency operator got a call from a bar downtown," John explained.


"Okay, so what does that have to do with anything?" Cora asked.


"If you let me finish, I'll tell you!" John hissed. "Remember what I told you about earlier? The bodies of those women? Well, the operator said she heard a woman shrieking, something about a guy, too. The police was notified, but the call later got canceled."


Cora sighed hard. She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she tried to process of what John had been shouting about. "I still don't understand on why I need to know this, John."


"Ugh, Cora!" John snapped. "The police notified us because they tracked the location! It's the same bar that is nearby the alleyway where two of those women were found strangely murdered!"


Finally, Cora felt the gist of what John had explained. Sighing a bit, Cora placed a hand on her hip. "You think I should go check it out?"


"It wouldn't hurt," John said, "though I fear for whatever may have happened there." There was a sigh from him. "Listen, go to that bar and see if you find anything suspicious. If not, then I suppose it was a false warning."


"Fine, fine," Cora said as she hung up the phone. Stretching just a bit more, she retreated to her closet, where she suited up to face of what she might find. Though in the back of her mind, Cora felt doubts on John's call. Then again, she always did. Which resulted in that hunch always being totally wrong.


After Cora had dressed, she glanced back out to view her large window. The sun had slightly been setting. How long had she slept until she got the phone call? With another sigh, Cora took her leave.


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An old, black Chevy Impala pulled up to the bar. Even behind tinted windows, Cora knew that something wasn't right. The atmosphere felt odd, and it made her stomach do flips. It had always did that whenever she knew that she would have to face something extremely challenging.


And vampires were just that.


Parking the car a few feet away, she took a deep breath before opening the door. Careful to close the door without alarming anything, she began making her way toward the bar.

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt had woken up just moments before the sun started to set, and looked over at the now rigid body of the fat man. Wyatt sighed and removed his feet from the man's back and stood up, and stretched before letting a loud sigh go. That was the first time in God knew how long that Wyatt hadn't had the nightmare of that bastard Ahmo attacking him in the living room of his old house. Wyatt sighed and looked down at the man, and then around the bar, he'd better clean up before the strippers, bartenders and whoever else worked here showed up for work. He really didn't feel like killing all those people, not because he didn't want to kill innocents, but because he was too lazy. He sighed, and picked the man up by the back of his shirt, and lifted him up off the table, and dragged him swiftly over the carpet, stopping only to grab the second man, and pull him out along with the first bouncer. Wyatt lugged the two bastards all the way out into the alley, and hide the two bodies haphazardly behind the dumpster, mostly because there was no point in trying to effectively hide the two, since the police always found them regardless.


He brushed his hands together, trying to rid them of the smell of the two men, and went back inside and looked for the woman. She was gone, and there was no trace of her, Wyatt shrugged and made his way back into the strip club's main room. It was brightly lit during closing hours, and since the three that were left died before they could finish their closing chores, the lights had remained on all day. Wyatt walked over towards the area where the second man died, and was quite pleased to notice that any blood that had seeped onto the floor was absorbed and hidden by the black carpet. The only thing Wyatt would have to worry about was the table the fat one had laid on, it was quite bloody. Wyatt eventually found a glass rag behind the bar that he used to mop the blood up, which made him chuckle. Not in the hundred years he'd been a vampire, had he ever cleaned up after his meals. It was a concept that was quite funny to him, as he pictured himself in coveralls, cleaning up a pool of blood on a tile floor with a mop.


It took him a while to clean the mess up and he tossed the bloody rag into a nearly full trashcan, and looked out the window just as a beat up, old Impala pulled up, it's brakes squealing loudly as it came to a stop. Wyatt grunted in surprise as he had just finished cleaning up the gruesome scene. He quickly rubbed his mouth, removing all traces of the clotted blood from his lips. He quickly leapt over a few tables and as he cleared the last one, he dove dramatically through the back door into the backroom and broke his fall with both hands, pushed himself to his feet and continued on into the back just as the door opened. He stopped and turned into his mist form, and phased through the wall and watched the woman make her way to the bar. She was quite beautiful, her long dirty blonde hair sweeping over her shoulders and bounced with each step. She stopped at the bar and looked around the empty room, searching for something. Wyatt circled around the walls and found a door that lead to a maintenance closet full of brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies. Wyatt reformed, softly flicked the light on, moved some things around to make it seem like someone was inside working, and walked out, stopping when he saw the woman. She still hadn't noticed him, which gave him the opportunity to either kill her or just make his escape. He quickly glanced outside and then back at the woman, the sun was going to be completely set soon, and Wyatt could continue on his search for Ahmo. He decided to just get out of there.


"Excuse me, miss." He said, loudly enough for her to hear. "Do you need help? We're closed right now, so if you're a patron, come back later. We open at ten, ma'am. Do you need to use a phone? I don't know if it works, damn thing is always breaking or Willy forgets to pay the bill. I swear, we've gone through at least 10 different phones, some drunk idiot always asks to use it to call a cab and ends up dropping it in his beer or spilling it on it. I think we'd ought to start calling the cabs for them, but nobody ever listens to ole Wyatt."


He flashed her a grin, extremely careful not to show his teeth. He lowered his eyes to the silver cross that hung from her neck, and quickly raised his eyes up to hers. The damn crosses always hurt his eyes, but they never burned him or actual injured him like they did other vampires, but he still couldn't touch them. He looked back up at the woman and awaited her answer, the grin still on his face.

 

[dreamersdisease]

Upon first entering, it seemed that the bar had been quiet. It was an eerie sound given the fact that mostly bars were full of people becoming annihilated with alcohol. As Cora glanced around the open area of the bar, her brow kept its arch. From what she could see, it seemed that nothing had been particularly out of the ordinary. Despite knowing what may have happened there, it seemed that the bar had a calming effect.


Of course, Cora knew better than to settle. Her hand graced over the table tops, looking for anything that would give away something that would be useful. Her black heels clicked away at the carpet and some of the hardwood floor. But soon, she remembered the woman who shrieked. But as before, it seemed that no one was in sight.


Just before Cora could really make this call in bluff, she heard a male voice from behind. Partially startled yet remaining her composure, Cora slightly turned to view the man. From what she could tell, it seemed that he had fit the bill for a regular inside of the town of which they lived in.


Before she could respond back to him, presumably named Wyatt, Cora had to think of a way to get past him, to search most of the bar before leaving. Turning her full attention to him, Cora had a slight smile on her face. She approached him, only a few feet away. Even from where she stood, she could see how husked he seemed to be. With a small sigh, Cora's smile only grew wider.


"Oh, hello, sir," Cora spoke. "Actually, I am in a bit of a pickle. You see, a friend of mine works at this place, and I was supposed to pick her up, but she's not here, and she hadn't called me. I'm a bit worried, you see." The web of lies she wove would hopefully pull him in. "You mind if I just take a look and see if she's here? It'll only take a few minutes."

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt shrugged at her, it didn't matter if she searched the place because he would either kill her and let her suffer the same fate or just leave. Wyatt figured just leaving would be an easier route for him, as the police were already looking for any leads in the prostitute thing a few days ago. Wyatt was actually a little bit surprised with that, he for sure thought no one would miss a few drugged out whores. Their blood tasted disgusting because of the drugs, but it was necessary to survive, and Wyatt really didn't need to worry about any diseases, since you know, he was technically dead.


"You know, miss." He started. "You don't have to lie to me, there's not a soul besides me or you here. Just who are you? You a reporter? I already told the last one that was here because of the drained hookers all I knew about the situation. Look, I just work security during the day, and I just got hired on a few days ago. There's a lot of liquor to steal here, and most thieves know there's usually nobody at a strip club during the day, so it's an easy target. Gets kind of lonely sometimes though."


Wyatt coughed and raised an eyebrow at the woman, and looked her over. She was obviously lying through her teeth, and for some reason, perhaps she was a detective and came to case the place. He should kill her, and end the interaction there, and it would be so simple. It could be done in an instant, and her life would end before it flashed before her eyes. Women always gave up less of a fight than men did when they were being used as dinner, which was more enjoyable for Wyatt. He always enjoyed being with the ladies, no matter how they were being used. Wyatt sighed and suppressed his predatory instincts, walked over to the bar and pulled a stool down from the bar and climbed up on top. He looked over at the woman, and suddenly images of his long dead wife flashed passed his eyes, and he blinked them away before refocusing on the woman. She looked eerily similar to Mary, and it gave him the chills. He took a few seconds to regain his composure and cleared his throat before speaking again.


"Why don't you try again?" He said. "And be straight with me this time, are you a cop, a reporter? You realize that you're trespassing, yeah? You don't give me a straight answer, I'm going to call the cops up here and have you arrested. Be straight with me, and I'll forget that I saw you here. Who are you, and what do you really want? The strip club isn't open, obviously, and your friend's not here. If you're going to lie, you might as well give a good answer. Besides, the club opens in an hour or two, and you're either really late or really early if you're actually picking up someone."

 

[dreamersdisease]

Shit, why didn't I think this through?


There was no helping the sort of Cora's mentality of the situation. She hadn't had much of a plan to begin with whenever John called about the place. All she was instructed to do was scope the strip club, and her alibi had fallen short. Then again, the man who basically tore her story to shreds seemed sketchy. Even for a janitor...or security. Cora couldn't truthfully recall what he had spoke of given the fact that her thoughts raced through her head.


Cora averted her eyes as she watched Wyatt pull up a barstool. She couldn't look at him directly, nor really have the intentions to make up another lie on the spot. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She slightly growled to herself from how careless she had been. The Silver Cross definitely didn't like careless, and she knew that.


But rather than come clean, Cora smirked a bit. It seemed that she found this man rather amusing. Like Wyatt didn't believe her story, Cora placed faith in her hands that she didn't believe his either. She didn't know what it was, but there was no truth in his words. Call it a hunch, but she had always been pretty swell at reading people. And this man just didn't fit the bill.


Approaching the barstool with each slow step, Cora continued to keep her eyes to the ground. The smirk had remained as she watched her black boots click against the wood. Finally, she stopped short in front of him, letting her eyes slide back up to be fixated on his face. "Let me ask you something, Wyatt," her Russian accent had come back to her, leaving the accent she used before long gone.


"Do you believe in the supernatural?"

 

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Wyatt raised an eyebrow at her question, a small smile spreading across his lips and a small grunt escaped from his lips, his way of letting her knew he heard her. It was a strange question for one stranger to ask another, especially alone. Wyatt found himself hoping she wasn't a werewolf, or worse Silver Cross. Ever since he'd torn that mortician apart, he'd had to run from his home. They knew who he was, since he was the only body that was missing from the family of eight, but it didn't matter, those men were long dead. Wyatt often went back and visited his home, which was now in the middle of a sprawling city. They had turned the place into a museum to show how life was lived in the 1860s during the civil war, and kept most of his furniture, and family pictures.


"Do I believe in the supernatural?" Wyatt echoed, mulling her question over in his mind. "Interesting question, miss, if I do say so myself. I must say, whoever attacked those hooker drained them of their blood was not human. They said the crime scene was so clean, like someone cleaned it up. I remember hearing that humans have about, what was it, five liters of blood? That's a lot of blood to clean up. Strange in the least. Ghost? I can believe in that, a lot of people are haunted by them. Demons? Yeah, I can believe in that too. Werewolves, vampires, Bigfoot, Jersey Devil, Loch Ness Monster, zombies, whatever? I suppose it's possible, tons of cultures have stories of them. There's always some truth behind legends. Now, it's my turn. Why do you ask?"


He eyed her with his bright yellow amber eyes, his eyebrow still raised. He found himself wishing that she had just taken his bluff in truth and left, or that he had allowed her to just search the damn place and he left. If she had any sense she would've been gone the moment he'd told her to, he was the one who killed those hookers, and he'd do it again when his stomach told him to do so. He watched the dirty blonde woman closely, trying his best to conceal his slightly elongated canines which were sharper than hypodermic needles. Of course, nobody would believe her if she saw them, people would call her crazy, even if the facts of the supernatural were all around them. Humans were stupid and stubborn like that, refusing to believe in anything that wasn't in front of their weak eyes.


"Well? Why do you ask?"

 

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Cora listened to Wyatt carefully as he answered her question. He answered more than what Cora wanted to chew, but she supposed that would work in her favor. She watched him closely, every facial muscle movement that mustered as he spoke. Something inside of her nagged at the thought of this man. The very sight of him just made Cora's brow slightly arch. There was definitely something odd, something she could not figure out right away.


Just as Cora was about to simply give up, Wyatt had lifted his brows. Her entire attention was brought to just how his odd colored eyes seemed to glimmer at her. Crossing her arms in an interest, she tuned out the rest of the ranting that Wyatt gave. Instead, all she could focus on was the eyes. The yellowing color intrigued her; she had never seen any human with that colored tint. She had almost approached him, to better recognize what she saw. However, she refrained. Too much interest, and she would blow her cover. Time was the essence of her work.


Cora was soon sucked back into reality the moment Wyatt questioned her own curiosity. Averting her eyes, she nervously chuckled a bit before lifting them. "Oh, well, I just here stories," Cora lied. She knew none of it were simply stories. "You know, with the recent murders and all. And like you said, whoever killed those people definitely wasn't human." Hopefully, she had gotten out of that trap without looking like a fool.


Seeing as her previous cover had been blown, Cora removed her arms from their crossing space. Since there was really nothing she could inside of the bar, Cora quickly had to come up with a test, a plan even, to check this Wyatt guy out. "Well, I think I'll take my leave," Cora said to him. Think, Cora, think! "Say, would you mind accompanying me to my car? From the murders going about, I feel a bit uncomfortable walking at this time of night. Hopefully a gentleman such as yourself wouldn't mind, yes?"


It may have not been the perfect plan, but it was something Cora could work with. Yet given the bullshit Wyatt called out earlier, perhaps this one sucked twice as hard.

 

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Wyatt narrowed his eyes at the woman, clearly annoyed. He had played her games, and had grown quite tired of it. Even as a vampire, Wyatt still retained his personality, and even as a human, patience was not a forte of his. He grunted and laid his elbow on the table, and then his weight on his elbow.


"Well, I think I'll take my leave," She said, preparing to leave, before turning back to him. "Say, would you mind accompanying me to my car? From the murders going about, I feel a bit uncomfortable walking at this time of night. Hopefully a gentleman such as yourself wouldn't mind, yes?"


That was the last straw, and Wyatt had enough of her games. It took every ounce of willpower, strength and whatever else Wyatt had to not come off that barstool and tear the girl's throat out like the other two. Whatever was left of Wyatt's manner of acting like a gentleman was long dead, and everything else was just an act. He straightened up on the barstool and eyed the woman, his eyebrows furrowed. She seemed to be getting somewhere with this, and Wyatt kicked himself for not seeing it sooner. First he attacked the fat one, then the musclehead and killed them both, and then drank from the female stripper, she tried to call the police, and Wyatt stopped the call. Then this woman showed up, and lied, not once, but twice and said she was looking for a friend that wasn't here, and then asked him to accompany him outside. She was covering her bases, and for what? Going outside would only reveal two things, if the sun was still in the sky, then Wyatt would begin to burn, revealing his status as a vampire. If the sun had already set, then it would prove that Wyatt was a good actor.


"You're lucky this 'gentleman' doesn't call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing, breaking and entering and criminal mischief." He growled, hopping off the barstool. "That's what I'm supposed to do, but I've been fairly lenient with you, miss."


Wyatt reached over, and under the bar and retrieved a phone, and shot Cora a glance. He dialled three numbers and looked up at her, finger hovering over the send key.


"Now, you've got three seconds to be straight with me, or I'm going to call the cops." He said. "Or you can leave and come back in an hour or so and ask the manager about your friend, if she's real or not."

 

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It was clear that Cora was failing in the mission that The Silver Cross had sent her on. Growing rather frustrated with both herself and this Wyatt man, she could only growl in frustration before crossing her arms once more. That way, she wouldn't cause a scene due to the irritation she felt. But what could she do at this point? She watched him carefully reach for a phone. Cora could already see the numbers he had been dialing, the hot key would only make it worse.


With a sigh, Cora's eyes pierced through him. "I'm not afraid of the police," she said to him, showing off a confident smirk. She was afraid, however, of the Silver Cross going down just because of her mishap. She never claimed to be the best vampire hunter in the world, and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Uncrossing her arms, Cora reached into her jacket.


This is my only chance to be right. Hope this hunch is well worth it.


Cora pulled out a sharp, edged wooden stake. She held it firmly against her palm. "Why don't you put the phone down?" she growled. "Or I'll end every ounce of life you still have."

 

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"I don't care what you're afraid of, miss." Wyatt began. "Now get out or I'm going to se-"


Wyatt was cut off as the woman drew a wooden stake from her jacket and held in it front of her chest as if it would protect her. Wyatt couldn't believe they still gave those useless things to their members, impaling the heart of a vampire did nothing but piss it off, and once it pulled the stake from it's heart and drank the member's blood their wounds would heal anyway. Wyatt heard a vampire once theorize that it was the actual blood that kept them alive for so long, not the curse itself. It was an endless vicious circle, and one many vampires would much rather live than to starve to death. Wyatt sighed, quite audibly and set the phone aside.


"Whaddya think you're gonna do with that?" He asked, nonchalantly. "I can't believe they still issue those, you realize what you are to the Silver Cross right? Cattle, that's it. They use you to "hunt" monster, and nobody mourns you when the monsters hunt you."


He cracked a smile, finally revealing his fangs. It was inevitable, honestly, because she wasn't going to leave, no matter how much bluffing Wyatt did. He stood up off the barstool and took a few steps forward, he could pull his pistol he took from his time in WWII and kill her, or he could have some fun. It'd been quite a while since he enjoyed himself, especially with such an attractive female human, and she even resembled his dead wife. Wyatt opted for the second choice, and was across the short distance in a heartbeat. He collided with Cora, and knocked the stake from her hand, which flew and impaled itself in the drywall. They both fell to the ground, with Wyatt on top, and in the moment, Wyatt grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the floor. He brought his face in close to her, and smiled, completely showing his fangs once again.


"What should I do with you, miss?" He asked, his voice a soft whisper. "You really should've taken the opportunity that I gave you, because I really didn't want to have to kill you. I'm much too full from the three I already fed on, but there's always room for a little...taste."

 

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Why isn't this working?! John said it would work!


There was a bit of internal panic that brewed inside of Cora. She watched as Wyatt bared his own teeth to her and in return, Cora's eyes slightly widened at the sight of them. Yes, she did have her suspicions of him due to the coloring of his eyes, but that was only a hunch. Now that it was real, Cora felt sick. It only grew worse when he proclaimed that The Silver Cross organization only used their members. Especially a non-American.


However, her thoughts were interrupted when the stake soon flew out of her hand. She watched as it penetrated the wall. Before she even knew it, Wyatt had pinned her down. As much as she tried to wriggle from his grasp, the strength the man had deemed too much for Cora to even think about escaping. Before he even mentioned that he would kill her, she could already see the bloodlust in his eyes. Unfortunately for Cora, she knew that she had to cop out on this one.


"I've never really done this before, okay?" Cora finally admitted, her voice shaken with a hint of fear. "Please, if you just let me go, I won't say a word to anyone about what I saw or what you are." It was true, Cora wasn't top notch when it came to these certain types of "hunting." She had only participated in small groups, letting those who were experienced guide her. Now that she had went on this alone, she had failed and in a humiliating way.


But knowing the vampire's true intentions, Cora didn't believe that Wyatt would just let her go that easy. Closing her eyes, Cora prepared for death.

 

[Wiggle]

In all honesty, hearing that this woman was a greenhorn kind of threw Wyatt off. He really didn't want to kill her now, and even though over the years he had decayed into a shell of the man he once was, he still had his moments of humanity. Those rare moments where he actually felt bad about what he did to survive, and with that came the self loathing and hatred of what he was, what he was forced to become. He'd sooner would die on that mortician's table if he knew what he was in for. He let a small growl loose and closed his mouth, his lips pursed before speaking again.


"Open your eyes, woman." He growled. "Perhaps you'll be of some use to me, I need information, and now that I've a Silver Cross here, maybe I can finally get a lead. Prepare yourself for a story, girl."


He loosen his grip just a hit so that it wasn't uncomfortable for the woman as he explained his story.


"I was born in 1830, to a pair of English immigrants to the New World. My father was a farmer, and decided to try his hand at the new land. He uprooted our family, my mom, and my five older brothers and moved us to America. It was the right move, and our family flourished, becoming a huge grower of cotton and wheat. Eventually I came of age, and married a sweet young American named Mary, and fathered six boys to help with the huge farm I inherited after my father's death. Eventually war broke out between the North and the South, and I was called off to war to fight for old men's quarrels. I survived the bloody war only to come home and find my family dead in their beds, their blood drained from their bodies like cattle in a slaughterhouse. Ironic isn't it? To survive a war, watching your friends and allies being blown to pieces, losing limbs, and their lives torn from them like pedals from a flower. I came home to my family slaughtered in a place they were supposed to be safe." Wyatt said, growling. "Killed by their own kindness, and a vampire far ancient than either one of us. He said his name was Ahmo before he attacked me and tried to drain my blood. I held onto consciousness long enough to hear a group of Silver Cross storm my home to attack the vampire, and heard a bit of their conversation before I passed out due to blood loss. I awoke later in the undertaker's shop, next to the bodies of my kin. It was then that I swore I would find and kill that parasite for what he did to me."


Wyatt cleared his throat and looked down at the woman.


"Now, where is Ahmo?" He asked. "Where is he?"

 

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Once Wyatt had let his hands go from her, Cora was slow to open her eyes. Just because this vampire had released her, that still didn't give the chance of trust. She groaned as she sat up from the ground, rubbing sore spots on her back from the impact that her body made with the ground. Still, she knew that she needed to be on her feet if there was any chance for an escape.


Though once she heard that she would be some use, Cora heavily sighed. I should have seen this coming... She kept her focus on the vampire before her, her eyes scurrying through every part of him. But she didn't look him in the eye. Not yet anyway. Before she could speak up, Wyatt had taken the opportunity to include his origin. He even told the night of when he was transformed into the creature that stood to the present day.


As much as she didn't want to, Cora had closely listened. She crossed her arms tight against her chest as Wyatt briefly spoke of the massacre that occurred. It must have devastated such a man to find his family slaughtered in a way, and Cora could definitely relate. Though she kept her silence blissfully at bay.


But once Wyatt seemed to tower over her, Cora stiffened. Ahmo? Where have I heard that name before...? A realization had instantly clicked. With a small sigh, Cora glanced up at the man. "I don't know where he is," she revealed. "The Silver Cross tries to keep tabs on him, but they just can't keep up. If it's the same guy you're talking about, then he's swift. He outsmarts even some of the oldest members."


Cora shrugged. "That's all I really know. I'm sorry, but they don't really let me see the side of the job." Rubbing a hand through her dirty blonde hair, Cora averted her eyes. "I'm no use to you. I don't have any information that could help you. But if you let me go, I can try to find something that will help you, I suppose."

 

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Wyatt narrowed his eyes once he heard that she didn't know where the filthy fucker was. He immediately knew what she was, and that was a dead end. Another dead end, and another hundred years of hunting the elusive bastard, sometimes Wyatt began to think he was dead, but he knew that was horse shit and he was just really careful about the tracks he left behind. Wyatt had even began to see him in crowded streets during the nights, but when he turned to look, it was just someone who looked similar to his dark haired brown eyed alternate look. Wyatt knew Ahmo's true appearance, a haunting evil visage with features like that of a bat. Ahmo was a vampire from a civilization that was long dead, and his evolution turned him from a more human appearance to a more batlike one. Wyatt shuddered at the thought that one day, if he wasn't killed by then, he would like like that too.


"I'm no use to you. I don't have any information that could help you. But if you let me go, I can try to find something that will help you, I suppose." Cora said after running a hair through her hair.


Wyatt narrowed his eyes at her, and growled. If she was no use to him, then she would be useful as a food source. Wyatt grunted and smiled at her, baring his oldly white teeth; there was something quite alluring about him, even though his outfit and mannerisms screamed country. Her last part of the sentence hit his mind and he realized what she had just said. She had no information about Ahmo, but there was a possibility that she would be able to gather some information about the nightstalker. The fact that there was a possibility for him to learn anything about Ahmo was enough for Wyatt to fully commit. One hundred and forty years of searching for the vampire had nearly driven Wyatt insane, and changed him from whom he used to be into someone who barely had any morals, had no qualms about killing someone to survive. In reality all Wyatt cared about was avenging his wife and his sons, they did not deserve the way they died, and Wyatt would ensure they were avenged even to his last dying breath. He placed his hands back on Cora, just to make sure she didn't try to escape. It wouldn't be that big of a deal if she did, because he would be able to catch her before she reached the door, but it was just a matter of laziness. He didn't wanna chase her, that was the problem.


"Hmmm, not a bad idea." He mused, staring into her eyes. "Perhaps you can still be of use, for now."


He didn't trust her at all, not as a human. She could very well alert the more experienced Silver Cross members to his whereabouts, and they would be a much more difficult fight than this woman was. Wyatt had killed many veteran Silver Cross members over his years as a vampire, and the fights never got any easier. They fought until their heart stopped, and Wyatt usually always had to kill them before he fed, lest he be injured or killed. He couldn't have that, not until Ahmo was dead. He smiled at Cora and leaned in closer, almost as if to kiss her, but instead sunk his fangs into her neck, and began draining her life's blood. He felt her body began to twitch as her heart tried to overcome the loss of blood, and that was when Wyatt let the vampire venom into her bloodstream. She would die, but awake a few hours to a few days later as a vampire, and she would be hungry, very hungry.

 

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There wasn't a fighting chance for Cora. Not even if she wanted to at least.


As soon as Wyatt's sharp fangs penetrated her skin, Cora knew that everything was over. Her body trembled in severe pain, her heart skipping beats to keep up with the amount of blood lost. Her vision had began to fade. She didn't scream nor show any sign of protest. Death would soon be on its way to collect the due of the foolishness deep within her. She would willingly allow this man to have his fill, to see another moon rising. All because of some organization.


Though as she prepared to die, something felt strange. Her body seemed to burn, her insides feeling as if they would dissolve at any moment. At this point, Cora let out a guttural noise of pain. A sharp, hard pain came into her brain, causing the girl to fall to her knees. She groaned hard once again until finally, she went limp. Her corpse tumbled over, her eyes discoloring of a milky blue and white. However, it reanimated itself. It shrieked as her teeth began to fall out, blood seeping down her lips; a few droplets fell from her chin. New teeth had grown in replacement. They were pearly white with two extra set of sharp fangs.


And then the body stopped shrieking.


It fell back down onto the ground, lifeless as before. Though her eyes seemed to change as well if looked closely. While the venom may have frozen her internal organs, there was a gleam of gold that enchanted her eyes.

 

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Wyatt released his fangs from the woman's neck and took a few steps backwards and sat down in a chair and propped his feet on a table and watched the show. She fell to her knees with a grunt of pain, and then fell over dead. Wyatt sighed and crossed his arms and looked down at the unmoving corpse. It wasn't soon after that the changes began to take place, as they would, the body began to shriek on it's own and writhe about, as if in severe pain. Wyatt rolled his eyes and sighed again, this one was quite dramatic, and he'd be sure to give her a hard time once she came back to life. The corpse shrieked once again, as it's teeth began to fall out, one by one. Once the new fangs had taken her old useless teeth's place did the corpse fall silent once again. Wyatt threw his arm out, causing the sleeve of his duster to jerk back, revealing a gold watch. He checked the time on it, and the timepiece read "9:45PM." Wyatt sighed and looked down at the corpse. She was still, and while the changes on the outside happened fast, the changes on the inside are what took the longest. It was hard to rewrite someone's entire system into something new, and the girl would be out for a few days to weeks.


"Well, we'd better get out of here if we don't wanna get caught by whoever actually works here." Wyatt said, jumping to his feet. "I already killed two of them, it'd get too much attention to kill them all." He stopped for a moment and looked down at Cora's unmoving corpse. "I knew I was going crazy, I'm talking to a damn body. You got a home right? Nobody will bother us or you there."


Wyatt walked over to the still body, and stooped down onto his knees and placed a few soft slaps on each of the girl's cheeks. She didn't respond, and her now golden eyes stared forward into space. Wyatt sighed, and closed her eyes, and picked the woman up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He walked over to the door and opened the thing, before stepping down the stairs and over to the black Impala. He opened the rear door and set Cora down softly on the back seat and went through her pockets, pulling out the keys to the vehicle. He shut the door and walked around the driver's seat, opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat. He quickly adjusted everything to his liking, and thrust the keys into the ignition and turned the car on.


"I remember when the first car came out, and when the first Impala came out too." He said. "Can you believe this damn thing used to be a muscle car? Now look at it, and Chevy did the same thing with the Malibu. A shame too, I really like the Chevelle."


He reached over to the glove box and opened it and fished around for her insurance car which had her address on it.


"Bingo." He said.


He reached up to the Tom Tom, and after a few minutes of fiddling around with it, had her address entered in and had backed out of the parking spot and was well on the way to her home. Wyatt flipped on the radio and rock instantly flooded the cabin of the sedan, causing Wyatt to smile and look over his shoulder at the still dead Cora.


"Sorry." He apologized, turning his gaze back on the road.


The drive only took about twenty minutes and Wyatt pulled into a driveway in front of a brownish red brick house. It was a nice enough home, he supposed and it was a ton better than sleeping in a hotel room for so long. He stopped the car, and pulled the keys from the ignition, and stepped out of the vehicle, walked around to the back and pulled the lifeless Cora from the back seat. Wyatt straightened up and threw her over his shoulder and looked forward, noticing one of her neighbors, an old man smoking a cigar was staring at the two. Wyatt gave him a friendly smile and made a drinking motion with his free hand, and shook his head as if disappointed. The old man gave Wyatt a smile and nodded to show he understood and went back inside. Wyatt turned and shut the door with his butt and made his way to the front door, which he unlocked with a silver house key on keyring he fished from Cora's pocket. He pushed the door open and shut it behind him, making sure he locked all three locks before searching for her bedroom. After a while he found it, and threw her body on the bed and took her shoes off of her and threw them in a corner. He took a step back before wondering if he ought to leave her clothing as it was or be kind and dress her for bed. Wyatt shrugged and quickly undress the body, and dressed her in some sleeping clothing that he found thrown over the back of a chair. He lifted the woman, threw back the covers and put her body underneath and covered her back up before leaving the room and taking a look around the house.

 

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It seemed as if a bull breath had entered Cora's once deceased lungs once again. Her now, golden and full of ember, eyes snapped open. A quick search of them would reveal that she was in her home, in her own room and under the comfort of her own bedsheets. She did not arise ever so quickly, for she was more concerned of exactly how she had gotten there. From what her absent mind could remember, she had been in a bar...just twenty minutes away...


"Shit," Cora growled. She sprung to arise, but the gratification was cut short given a wave of pounding inside of her head. Growling to herself, she took more careful movements as she threw the sheets off her body. But as she stood on her two feet, it felt as if the weight of the world crashed down upon her shoulders. She stumbled a bit like a newborn fawn. What the hell is wrong with me? First the headache and now this...?


Shaking her head a bit to rid of whatever disorientation had occurred, Cora continued forward. Grasping onto the door knob of her bedroom door, a realization suddenly hit her as she stood with a firm grasp. "Oh, shit," she sighed. "John's going to kill me." But rather than check her mobile phone right away to avoid any confrontation, Cora decided best that she would wait whenever her mood would clear.


As she exited her room, Cora's stomach began to growl immensely to the point where it began to cause slight pain. She placed a hand over her stomach in response, quickly sprinting to her kitchen even though her feet were useless at the moment. Pulling away at the fridge, she was quick to grasp ahold onto a carton of orange juice. She brought the carton to her lips, downing every last drop of what was left. Though as she did, she felt her stomach gurgling in response.


Cora dropped the carton as her body was quick to heave over the sink, projecting the remnants of the orange juice violently. When she was done, she wiped her mouth away. "Must be bad," Cora pronounced. Just as she was about to turn to something else to satisfy her hunger, her senses had become increasingly sharp.


Someone was in her home.

 

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The sound of boots against the hardwood floor sounded behind Cora and suddenly stopped as fast as they arrived. Wyatt leaned against the door with his arms crossed and a smug smile was across his lips, showing one fang. God only knew how long he had been there, watching her, softly tapping the toe of his cowboy boot against the hardwood floor.


"So you're finally awake, are ya?" He said. "You awoke a lot sooner than I thought you would."


He glanced toward the orange juice carton and then towards the sink, which still had remnants of orange juice vomit on the countertop. Wyatt wrinkled his nose in disgust, and looked back to Cora. His face was one of amusement, disgust, and disappointment all in one, and he shook his head.


"You tried to drink that, didn't you?" He asked. "I did the same when I was in your shoes, worked out about as well as that did."


He strode across the kitchen and took the carton from a surprised Cora, and placed it in the trash. He turned on his heel and leaned against the wall, watching her closely. New vampires were a bit hard to control, especially since they didn't know how to control their urges. They're like an undead teenager, awkward and dangerous, well.....maybe they were more dangerous than a human teenager. Wyatt crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the woman.


"Well?" He asked. "How are you doing?"

 

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The man's very tone of his voice left a chilling sensation down Cora's spine. Her jaw locked instantly the moment she even gave the thought of turning a heel. But she did, and her eyes widened at Wyatt standing in her own home. Before she could do anything, he had snatched the carton out of her hand. Gasping out of shock, she stumbled back until her backside hit the refrigerator.


Cora's golden eyes were fixated on the man's face, and they were unable to look elsewhere. Though she felt fear radiating from him, Cora could not feel her heart pounding like most times. A hand slowly slid up to her chest, but there was nothing. What the...? Why can't I feel my heart...? Rather than to dwell on it, her hand fell back down to her side.


"What do you want?" Cora hissed, completely ignoring the questions of which Wyatt had asked her. "Why are you in my house? How did you even know where I live?"


The constant growling of her stomach urged itself into her interrogation. Cora slightly winced at the pain, even wrapping an arm around her midsection once more. With a harsh sigh, Cora's gaze broke from Wyatt. "I've never been this hungry in my life," she managed to say. "It's like it's gnawing away at me.." Cora knew that what she said sounded foolish, but it was the only way she could describe her unsatisfied pain.

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt sighed heavily, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, choosing what he would say carefully. He watched her clutch at her chest, the frightened look on her face growing deeper before she dropped her hand and looked back at Wyatt. He dropped his arms before holding a palm out in front of him, to get her to stop.


"Slow down with all the damn questions, I can only answer one at a time. I'm not a computer." He growled, crossing his arms once again. "I don't want anything, I'm in your house because I've been using the guest bedroom, nice bed, better than a cheap hotel. I got here by taking your car, reading your address on the insurance card and putting the address in your GPS. That's how I did it, besides I had to get you home after all. I wasn't going to leave you, especially after they found the two bodies of the men I killed. The fat slob and the muscle head, you were right about everything. The woman was the third one I fed on, but I didn't kill her, if she hadn't called the police, you never would have meet yours truly. Lucky you."


Wyatt stopped when Cora's stomach growled angrily, alerting her that it was starving. He cracked a smile, and listened to her speak.


"Sounds like your starving, you'd better feed before you starve to death. That might take a while, but honestly I don't know. I've never had the urge to starve, if you can believe it." He said, the smile still there. "You can starve if you want, I wont force you to feed."


Suddenly he was across the kitchen and pushing Cora up against the fridge, for an undead being, he smelled quite nice. He flashed her a pearly white fanged smiled and chuckled.


"I'm sure with the way you look, you shouldn't have a problem finding someone to feed on." He said, lightly tracing a line down her cheek, her jaw and neck, stopping only above her breasts in the nape of her collarbone. "It's quite easy."

 

[dreamersdisease]

Upon hearing of the details of how Wyatt had found her home, Cora didn't even have time to come up with a reaction. Her stomach had far beyond clouded any source of thought or judgement. She kept wincing at the feeling, and she didn't know how much longer she could handle it. Every twist and turn that ruptured inside of Cora's stomach only grew worse by the second. It was as if she could reach inside of her stomach and pull the organ right out - anything to prevent anymore pain.


However, Cora's brow arched at the words she was available to hear. "What the hell-.." Before she could say anything, Wyatt had suddenly approached her, pinning her to her fridge. He spoke of more feeding, something that clearly confused Cora to the core. However, that confusion turned into irritation the moment Wyatt traced down her skin. Furrowing her brows, she glared into his eyes.


Suddenly, Cora felt something brewing inside of her chest. She didn't know if it was anger or not, but it was a sensational feeling and resulted in a slight smirk. So much so, that her new body had taken control. She felt her teeth project. The feeling had ultimately shocked Cora to the point where she gasped in awe. Bringing a hand to her mouth, her eyes averted to the ground.


It all made sense.


"Oh, no," she said behind her mouth. "I'm...you..." Her hand dropped, her eyes widening in the realization. "You changed me! I know it was you! Oh, God!" It seemed as though her world had come to a crashing end. Her head began to spin, her thoughts ran rapid.


However, Cora could not get over just how salivating a life would be just to be drained.

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt rolled his eyes at her and shook his head.


"No, you're not me." He said, the look on his face teasing. "You're yourself, and you're a vampire. I did change you, mostly because I didn't want to kill you, especially when you offered to help me. I also could not trust you, since you were human, and that gave me only one choice, and that was to change you into what you are now, a vampire. A nightwalker, a bloodsucker, whatever they've come up to describe us nowadays. And you're superior to what you were before, but you are a new vampire, and it will take time for you to develop whatever you've been.....cursed with."


Wyatt smiled at her, revealing his elongated canines, ignoring her look of shock. He really didn't care about that, and only wanted what he could to find that bastard Ahmo, and kill him for what he did to him. With a sadistic smile, he suddenly disappeared, and reappeared beside her, awfully close.


"Perhaps you'll gain some of my abilities, or maybe you'll develop your own." Wyatt said, growling softly in her ear. "But I'm also sure that you're quite hungry, ain't ya."


He prodded her in the stomach and took a step back laughing, and then walked over to the double doors that lead out to Cora's backyard. The rays of a setting sun shone through the large window that took up ninety percent of the door, and hit Wyatt's boot. He quickly moved it away, and growled softly. It was not nearly night yet, and to go out in the sun meant death for the two of them. It was best to wait the few minute remaining in the day to hunt. It was a fairly large city, and some humans were foolish enough to wander the streets during the night. Mostly those who had seedy backgrounds such as gangsters, prostitutes, and drug dealers. People who would not be missed, and people who wouldn't be investigated more when their name and who they were, at least, not by the police. Wyatt cast a glance back at Cora, and narrowed his eyes.


"You'll have to wait a few minutes until we're able to hunt." He said. "The sun is still up, so go get dressed. By the time you're finished, it'll be dark."


He turned to walk into the living room, and stopped short of the door and turned to look at Cora.


"You look good in your underwear." He said with a hungry look, and turned to leave before stopping once more. "One more thing, you might die if you don't feed. The change takes a lot of energy out, and you'll starve real quick like if you don't replace the nutrients, so hurry the fuck up, if you don't want to die that is. You're my only chance to get what I've been wanting all these years, so don't mess it up."


Wyatt then left, his boots echoing down the hallway with each step. It wasn't soon after that, that her TV started up and the house was filled with conversation from a TV show.