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Cameron closed the door
softly behind him, silently wondering if Kristie would awaken changed. There
had been a moment when she had looked at him, before she passed out for
good, where Cameron knew she had seen him, looked deep into his eyes and saw
him. Their eyes had met, and Cameron knew that whether he liked it or not,
he would be remembered by appearance.
Shutting the thought
out of his mind, Cameron opened the trunk of his car and scanned it quickly.
Numerous inventories of his supplies was a faithful and important ritual,
and Cameron prided himself in living long enough as a Vampire Hunter to have
formed rituals. The trunk was immaculate, uncluttered except for the spare
tire, close to a dozen stakes and a long, silver sword coated with garlic.
The sword had been passed to Cameron from his Dad and was a priceless and
life saving weapon. Cameron remembered from earlier that he had a canister
of gasoline, a lighter and flint in his satchel in the back seat and closed
the trunk confident that he had the necessary supplies for any mission that
might arise.
Instinctively, Cameron
turned his attention towards his room, closing his eyes to listen for any
sound of trouble. The room was as silent as a tomb.
The sound of a car horn
in the distance snapped Cameron from his trance and brought him back to his
reality. He moved quickly, knowing that he had only an hour or two of guaranteed
slumber for Kristie before she would require constant attention,
in which he could get some food for himself. Remembering the store on the
corner they had passed moments ago, Cameron walked across the parking lot
and entered the store. He emerged 15 minutes later carrying three crowded
bags of groceries.
When he entered the
room, Kristie lay peacefully under the covers, snoring softly and sleeping
deeply. Cameron moved to a small table that sat in front of the hotel's well
draped picture window. A tall lamp with a low watt bulb hovered over the
table, providing a small but effective amount of light in which Cameron
provided himself a feast of four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a
quart of chocolate milk. There was still plenty of food in the bags for
Kristie, providing she woke up and didn't want to drink blood!
Satisfied from his
meal, and feeling the effects of the departure of his earlier adrenaline
rush, it wasn't long before the darkness of the room, and the rhythmic
sounds of Kristie's breathing ushered Cameron off to a light sleep upon the
uncomfortable hotel chair. In moments, the light sleep turned deeper, and
Cameron found himself dead to the world asleep, a mere 8 feet from a woman
who may or may awaken as a bloodthirsty vampire.
Kristie awoke with a
start, sitting upright before even her first breath escaped her chest. She
was covered by a thick blanket, dressed fully except for her shoes. Her head
throbbed from the alcohol, but she felt decent; strong and alert. Licking
her lips and and looking around the room, she saw Cameron asleep on his
chair, recognition of the evenings events flooded her memory instantly.
She remembered the
club, the man who attacked her, the man who saved her and then....nothing.
Trying with difficulty to remember what had happened, Kristie tried to force
the events after the alley to come about, but her only reward was a stab of
pain in her brain that caused her eyes to water. She gave up trying to
remember, instead gazing upon Cameron. He was good looking, about 5'10 or
so, with light brown hair and an average build. But, what she couldn't see
then, but would remember always, was the intense ferocity in his eyes as he
charged through the alley bravely and attacked the man who tried to assault
her earlier. At that moment, he was the most beautiful man in the world,
her real life knight in shining armor. When she thought of that moment, her
heart felt heavy, and she realized that she loved him just a little bit for
showing her that some men in this world are valiant and chivalrous, not
always looking for a quick and easy way into a woman's pants. I mean, even
now as she lay here on the bed, in a room with a man she had never met, she
found herself fully dressed, alone a bed as he slept uncomfortably on a
chair. What a man he must be!
But, as she let her
thoughts linger on Cameron, she found that her gaze held even more steadily
on him. In fact, she couldn't take her eyes off of him, and she knew the
reason why in a way that she couldn't escape or put aside. He was dangerous
and evil. The way he lay asleep in his chair, confident that his prey, (was
that what she was?, it sounded right in her mind) lay on the bed, seemingly
safe, but in reality, in more danger than ever before. He smelled funny,
too, not foul, just different. She had never been one to doubt her
instincts, and now did not seem a wise time to begin distrusting herself.
Kristie looked at the
table and the bags of food that sat in plain view. The bags were opened, and
she could see a loaf of bread, covered in maggots and blue from age and
staleness. Was this beast really going to try to feed her this shit when he
woke up and resumed her torturing? She knew deep down that he was, and that
he had been before she had fallen unconscious. Fallen unconscious? No, she
had not fallen unconscious, he had slammed her head against the headboard
after he had finished raping her! The sick fuck had even taken the time to
dress her again after, just to start the process anew when she woke up fresh
from her sleep.
She had to get out of the room before he woke up!
Kristie slowly crept
out of bed and began to tip-toe across the room towards the door. She
reached the door and had her hand closed over the knob when she looked over
to her capture, torturer, raper and the beast of a man who sat asleep, most
likely dreaming of ways to drain every tear and sorrow from her until the
moment she finally gave in and died. What would he do then? She shuttered
with the thought.
She should run. Leave
the room quickly and escape this man and his deranged plans. But, something
tugged at the back of her mind. A lone thought that compelled itself to be
heard. What if he picks up another girl after I flee. Any girl, any age?
What would he do to them as revenge for her escape? Suddenly, Kristie
understood that she had not only been given the chance to escape, but she
had been given the chance to end this monster's reign of terror on women
everywhere, and she intended to take that chance!
She came away from the
door, and stopped, staring at HIM, as he dreamt of ways to torture other
woman. She had no weapons on her, and she could see none in the room, but
that was fine. She didn't need any weapons; in fact, she knew exactly the
best way to kill this man. She could bite him to death. It wouldn't even
take many bites; one, in fact. She could bite his neck, tear out his jugular
and drink his blood! She could hear it now, coursing rapidly through his
body, the source of his evil ways. If she tore his throat, and drank his
blood, she would kill him, and..something else. She was thirsty, deathly
thirsty and for some unknown and distant reason, she knew that his blood was
the cure to her thirst. She would do it now! Quench her thirst, kill this
monster and save the lives of women everywhere.
As Kristie summoned the
will to kill Cameron, she subtly changed accord in her body. Her hair darkened,
seeming to grow fuller. Her skin grew lighter, making her lips look fuller,
more red and flush like she was engaged in passionate sex. Kristie felt a
sense of power and determination in herself she had never, ever felt before.
Deep down, a tiny and scared (pissant) voice tried to tell her that this
wasn't her, that she was doing something wrong, but that voice was wrong.
Scared and wrong!
Kristie's anger and
hatred could be contained no longer, and she ran at him. Her mouth opened as
she neared, the teeth inside growing longer to help her suck his blood. She
seized his jaw in her left hand, pushing it to the side and attacked his
neck. She bit into his neck, letting the blood pour out and into her lips.
He tried to move, escape her clutches, but he was powerless against her.
She was killing him. Drinking his blood, and killing him!
Cameron fell off the
chair and crashed against the wall as he awoke from the nightmare. He
immediately looked towards the bed, only to find it empty. Kristie was gone
from the bed, instead, she was standing at the door, the handle at her
grasp, staring wildly at Cameron. She blinked, breathed heavily and charged
at him. Cameron only had a moment to utter his surprise before she was on
him.
"Wait, I wanted to
help...", was all Cameron could say before she crashed into him,
knocking them both to the floor.
Cameron recovered his
wits in an instant under the duress of danger, clutching her wrists and
twisting her arms behind her back. She kicked, screamed and lunged at him,
but it was no use. She may be acting like a lunatic under the threat she
felt she was under, but she was definitely not a vampire. If she was,
Cameron would have been dead long before.
"Get your fuckin' hands off me you son of a bitch! I
will kill you, get your hands off of me!", Kristie yelled over and over
again as she fought to free herself from Cameron's powerful grasp.
Cameron picked her up
off the ground, and tossed her on the bed. She bounced once, but stayed on
the bed, immediately looking at Cameron.
Cameron took a step
back, and said, "If you could calm down for a second, I can
explain".
Kristie stilled for a
moment, and then she jumped off the bed and ran for the door. Cameron slid
quickly to the door, caught her in his arms and tossed her back on the bed.
"Please, I need to
talk to you calmly. But you need to stay still and not try to escape.
Believe me, I mean you no harm I just want to tell you what happened, and
then you can go. I promise."
"What kind of a
sick freak are you? Kidnapping a woman and bringing her to your room. You
may think I am some defenseless woman, unable to protect yourself, but I'm
not. I will cut your fuckin' balls off and feed 'em to you!", Kristie
yelled from the bed, meaning every word of it.
Maybe it was the stress
of the night's activity; maybe it was the way in which she said the words
with such power and meaning; but whatever it was, Cameron began to laugh
like he had never laughed before. His laughter grew so strong and
uncontrollable, that he had to hold onto the top of the chair to keep his
balance. His laughter was so infectious, that after a moment, Kristie began
to laugh, too, and then she was calm enough to talk.
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