A Cold Night for Revenge

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Cora had been left dumbfounded at what she had discovered. She was no longer human. The curse of what Wyatt gave her would remain with her for the rest of her life...however long that was. Her heart had stopped beating, she has no function as a natural human woman any longer. Any hopes of a regular family had vanished all by a simple bite.


Her golden eyes followed Wyatt as he disappeared from her. She processed every detail he explained, and she certainly didn't want to die. Yet the pain in her stomach became so fierce, she was sure that she would even before the sun set over the earth. Swallowing hard, her eyes averted to the ground to prevent any shame she had for being provoked just by his nature.


Though hearing Wyatt's derogative comment, she only lifted her eyes to sneer.


Still, the overwhelming news of being transformed into the creature of the night never ceased. Though he warned her to hurry, Cora felt as if each of her legs weighed a ton. She slid down her fridge, allowing her bottom to hit the ground. Running a hand through her blonde hair, Cora sighed hard. As much as she wanted to shed a few tears, it seemed that she couldn't produce any. However, the sadness was still there. And it hurt more than ever.


With her stomach growling harder by the second, Cora had no choice but to follow Wyatt's instructions. She slowly stood and retreated to her bedroom. From there, she replaced her nightwear with comfortable clothing. Afterwards, she exited her bedroom to enter the living room. What she saw intrigued her. Who knew a vampire had a notch for American sitcoms?


Cora shook her head as she rounded the couch. She slowly sat on the farthest end from him with her arms crossed. She had no words to speak.

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt turned to look at her as she entered the room, and shifted his gaze back to the television, just as one of the male characters walked in on his married daughter and her husband. His overdramatic reaction made Wyatt crack a smile, and then glance over at Cora.


"It's about damn time." He growled. "The sun went down a few minutes ago, I hope you're ready."


He turned back to the TV, and snickered.


"Interesting things, televisions." He commented. "I remember when they came out, they were fat large things, liable to take up half your living room, and now they're these skinny thinks, barely a millimeter in width."


He suddenly stood, his form was imposing, and the light from the TV seemed to bend around his figure, creating a silhouette which his golden eyes only stood out. He flicked off the TV and turned to walk towards the front door, before stopping and turning to look at Cora.


"Do you think John would know anything about Ahmo?" He asked, a smile on his face. "He called a few times while you were out, I told him I was your boyfriend and that you had the flu. He didn't call back since."


He didn't wait for her answer, and instead walked out into the cool night. The moon had begun it's steady climb into the sky, and what Wyatt saw, he didn't like. It was a full moon tonight, and they wouldn't be the only things hunting tonight. He waited for Cora to join him, taking short glances around the neighborhood. It was mostly quiet, with the exception of a dog barking in the distance.

 

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Cora had been somewhat amused by the occasional smiles that Wyatt would crack at the television. For her personally, she didn't normally prefer sitcoms. In fact, she really didn't comedy all that well. Then again, with her working for the Silver Cross, she didn't get the chance to simply sit down and watch most things.


Cora didn't give any comment or recognition to what Wyatt proclaimed about television. She could only glance over at him with her own golden eyes. She watched him stand, and she figure she might as well do the same. Getting to her feet, she began to follow him out until his next comment about John came up.


Cora simply rolled her eyes at his response. "I'm sure he would," she finally spoke.


She spoke no more as she exited the house. Glancing up at the full moon, it seemed that her hunger only grew. The pupils of her eyes seemed to dilate. She felt better actually by only a bit. It must have been true of what the legends say: full moons give supernatural beings more power.


Turning towards him, Cora asked, "Well, guide me then."

 

[Wiggle]

Wyatt smiled at her and laughed.


"Try to keep up." He said.


He turned and rocketed down the street, faster than any man could move. His motion would've been a complete blur if Cora had been human. He took her down the streets, leaping over fences and cars, heading towards the downtown city. Eventually they reached the downtown, and even at night the place was filled with activity. Cars continuously passed by, and people lurked within the shadows, walking to and fro from different bars and restaurants. Wyatt stopped and looked over his shoulder at Cora, who was close behind him.


"The trick is to pick one nobody would miss." He said. "There's always the option of just feeding enough that you don't kill them, and they're discovered by someone and taken to the hospital and they get all better. But you're a new vampire, so I don't even wanna try that. You'd tear them apart like nothin'."


A young college kid passed by Cora and Wyatt, and gave them a concerned look and quickly ducked into a bar. Wyatt chuckled and pulled Cora along with him. They walked until the clamor of the bars and restaurants was barely a murmur in the background, and the only sounds were the sounds of the city. Cars honking their horns, brakes squealing and squeaking, the sound of trains. A lone shadow approached them from an alleyway.


"Hey, give me all your fucking money." He growled. "And I won't stab you."


He produced a long bladed knife, moonlight glinted off the blade, making it seem like the thing glowed. Wyatt laughed at the man and took a step closer.


"Go ahead." He said, nonchalantly.


The man's face twisted into anger and he thrust the knife into Wyatt's belly. Wyatt looked down at the knife and then back up at the man. He glanced over at Cora and sighed, taking ahold of the knife. He twisted the blade, and pulled it out and snapped the blade in two. He tossed the blade over his shoulder, and gestured to the man, who was in obvious shock that the stab wound didn't do a thing to Wyatt. He began to back up in to the alley and Wyatt looked over at Cora, who he then push toward the man.


"Do your thing." He said. "It know it's cliched, but go for the neck. It's a lot cleaner than just tearing them apart, but you do what you want. I mean, the fucker did stab me."