Post by salvatore on Nov 30, 2021 18:21:46 GMT -6
It was like something had taken over my body. Over my soul. I was not in command any longer. It was...them. They made my decisions. They guided my thoughts and my actions. They decided everything for me. It was like being a prisoner in my own body. I might as well be dead. No- I am dead. How else could I logically describe what happened?
Heh, logic. I’m a vampire for fuck sakes. Logic is totally out the fucking window.
“You gonna use that?”
Out of the corner of the room it’s voice shrieked. It echoed through the small motel room. My head vibrated. I peered down at the Glock in my hand. My finger was firmly wrapped around the trigger. For whatever reason I felt more freedom over my body in this fleeting moment. It stood arrogantly across from me, hands at it’s side and a shit-eating grin on it’s face. It felt no danger. I lifted the gun up, and pointed it at the creature’s head.
“Well? Tick tock, Angelo…”
My hand trembled, and the gun shook wildly. If I pulled the trigger at all, I would be lucky to hit him at all. I lowered the gun. It howled with laughter and I grew angry all over anger. Anger over my mortality. Anger over my brother. About Las Vegas. About where I was, it was just an avalanche of vitriol. To it’s surprise, I rose the gun up again, and this time without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. The bullet shot forth and cut through it’s forehead like a hot knife through butter. Blood splattered the wall behind him with a mist as he dropped straight back. The small room allowed a deafening ringing from the gun and it felt like my head might explode. I dropped the gun near instantly and threw up in the nearby trash bin. After emptying the contents of my stomach, I sat back against the wall. My heart was racing to match the throbbing of my skull.
“You’re really starting to get on my nerves.”
I nearly had a heart attack as it calmly sat up, looking at me with disdain. I watched the bullet hole practically close on its own. He then stood up, towering over me. I felt as though I was going to faint. It was as if every single muscle in my body was on fire.
“You humans always have such an issue. You’ll need some blood, you dumbass.”
It snapped it’s fingers and the door burst open. A woman was tossed before me. I could see the marks on her neck and my thirst overcame my body. I am not proud of what happened next. It was revolting. Even remembering it makes me want to vomit. It then spoke about BPW, of all things.
“You have Lockhart next. But it really doesn’t matter. Win or loss, you’d better gather more intel. You did a good job getting to Dukes and allowing him to underestimate the threat that you pose to him and his promotion, or whatever in the hell you’d like to call it. We need you to get your hands on those crystals. Of course, such an undertaking will take time to accomplish, and we are aware of that. For now, perhaps it would be in your best interest to get properly acclimated to you new role.”
Just like that, he vanished. My life felt so over. The whole reason I arrived in BPW was for revenge, but that seemed completely pointless now. Everyone I knew in Las Vegas was likely dead. I knew my brother was, for certain. The Aztec Soldiers had taken over. I wouldn’t even be able to see it for myself. I imagine as soon as I complete whatever they expect me to do here, I’ll be tossed aside just like Las Vegas was.
I need a way out of this. I don’t know what that way is, but there needs to be a solution. Maybe Dukes is the solution. Whatever he has, there’s leverage there somewhere.
There’s a knock on the door. Jesus christ, they’re back.
Heh, logic. I’m a vampire for fuck sakes. Logic is totally out the fucking window.
“You gonna use that?”
Out of the corner of the room it’s voice shrieked. It echoed through the small motel room. My head vibrated. I peered down at the Glock in my hand. My finger was firmly wrapped around the trigger. For whatever reason I felt more freedom over my body in this fleeting moment. It stood arrogantly across from me, hands at it’s side and a shit-eating grin on it’s face. It felt no danger. I lifted the gun up, and pointed it at the creature’s head.
“Well? Tick tock, Angelo…”
My hand trembled, and the gun shook wildly. If I pulled the trigger at all, I would be lucky to hit him at all. I lowered the gun. It howled with laughter and I grew angry all over anger. Anger over my mortality. Anger over my brother. About Las Vegas. About where I was, it was just an avalanche of vitriol. To it’s surprise, I rose the gun up again, and this time without hesitation, I pulled the trigger. The bullet shot forth and cut through it’s forehead like a hot knife through butter. Blood splattered the wall behind him with a mist as he dropped straight back. The small room allowed a deafening ringing from the gun and it felt like my head might explode. I dropped the gun near instantly and threw up in the nearby trash bin. After emptying the contents of my stomach, I sat back against the wall. My heart was racing to match the throbbing of my skull.
“You’re really starting to get on my nerves.”
I nearly had a heart attack as it calmly sat up, looking at me with disdain. I watched the bullet hole practically close on its own. He then stood up, towering over me. I felt as though I was going to faint. It was as if every single muscle in my body was on fire.
“You humans always have such an issue. You’ll need some blood, you dumbass.”
It snapped it’s fingers and the door burst open. A woman was tossed before me. I could see the marks on her neck and my thirst overcame my body. I am not proud of what happened next. It was revolting. Even remembering it makes me want to vomit. It then spoke about BPW, of all things.
“You have Lockhart next. But it really doesn’t matter. Win or loss, you’d better gather more intel. You did a good job getting to Dukes and allowing him to underestimate the threat that you pose to him and his promotion, or whatever in the hell you’d like to call it. We need you to get your hands on those crystals. Of course, such an undertaking will take time to accomplish, and we are aware of that. For now, perhaps it would be in your best interest to get properly acclimated to you new role.”
Just like that, he vanished. My life felt so over. The whole reason I arrived in BPW was for revenge, but that seemed completely pointless now. Everyone I knew in Las Vegas was likely dead. I knew my brother was, for certain. The Aztec Soldiers had taken over. I wouldn’t even be able to see it for myself. I imagine as soon as I complete whatever they expect me to do here, I’ll be tossed aside just like Las Vegas was.
I need a way out of this. I don’t know what that way is, but there needs to be a solution. Maybe Dukes is the solution. Whatever he has, there’s leverage there somewhere.
There’s a knock on the door. Jesus christ, they’re back.