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What's a girl supposed to do when all her living relatives end up dead in rapid succession?
Ask a vampyre, who you have a slightly valid suspicion is stalking you, to help out?
Yes, though only if that vampyre was VERY friendly? No, because you've got other options? Not ever, 'cause it's a FREAKING vampyre? Maybe-so, because you DON'T have any other options?
Let's find out what Marisa does -
Never forget: hope you ENJOY!
Ask a vampyre, who you have a slightly valid suspicion is stalking you, to help out?
Yes, though only if that vampyre was VERY friendly? No, because you've got other options? Not ever, 'cause it's a FREAKING vampyre? Maybe-so, because you DON'T have any other options?
Let's find out what Marisa does -
Never forget: hope you ENJOY! “Who’s she?”
“Brock—I asked first.”
“—I’d have to talk to one of the higher-ups, we don’t make a habit of letting humans into our ‘Sanctum Sanctorum’ let alone ones who we don’t intend to stay, Oren.”
“What is this place?”
His gaze cut to her—through her: “I call it B.O.O. others, one’s without my sense of humor, just call it Base of Operations.”
“Ohgod—there’s more of you?”
“Vampyres? Uh, hell yes. And if you mean—”
“Brock,” a warning, “She’s already had a bad night let’s no make it any—”
“Really,” Brock tested his eyes flashing, “How bad?” “My grandmother died yesterday—and today, tonight my mother was…” she couldn’t get the word out of her mouth “…by one of you.”
“So, why are you here again?”
Oren had never seen such a belligerent side of Brock. Marisa bit back—“Oh, why am I here: you know, I thought I’d hit the town—see the city, maybe. Or I don’t know see my own mother’s dead body!” “Sounds like a fun night.” She slapped him—she slapped Brock.
For a moment the sound of Marisa’s hand coming into contact with Brock’s cheek rang like an alarm in Oren’s head—signaling deadly repercussions.
“Brock, don’t.” And Oren said a word that he had never said to Brock before, “Please.”
Brock, brushed himself of, and smiled murderously at Marisa, then looked Oren in the eye, “I’ll see what I can do.”
The door swung shut behind him. “What are you thinking, Marisa! He could’ve-would’ve—Marisa?”
She was crying. Again.
“Um—”
She banged her head against the white wall and asked, “How?”
“Um—” Oren repeated.
“How-why did this happen, she’s dead! Mi madre, ella está muerta. ¿Por qué?”
Oren said nothing.
“HOW?”
“I…don’t…know.” “No.” “What?”
“They said no, uh…”
“You were going to say unless.” “Yeah, UNLESS I was willing to give her my room—but I’m not because I don’t want it to start smelling like human tears.”
“Brock, I will say it again—don’t make me.”
Brock shivered, “Not the ‘p’ word, okay, follow me—human.”
For a second Oren didn’t know whether Brock was talking to Marisa or him.
“Hey, don’t get comfortable. You can take the bed, but take off your shoes—and socks!”
Then she was out like a light.
“We need to talk.”
Oren figured it was inevitable, so he followed him out and down the intricate halls.
They arrived in a computer bay. A giant screen on the forward wall. They came to a stop. “I’ve only ever heard about this place—and you work here—” “Oren, it’s been only seventy-two hours since Zeth asked for your head and already there have been spikes in supernatural sightings. Take Marisa’s mom for example, the only reason—” “They want me, and they don’t care who’s in the cross fire, is that it?”
“No, Zeth has let Vampyres out from behind bars to find you—any Supernatural looking for redemption or just in it to gain favor is looking-hunting for you, Oren. These Supernaturals aren’t the cream of the crop, they don’t care what they have to do, who they have to force and most of them—are just looking for some fun.”
Oren didn’t blink.
“And you remember what happened last time a bunch of Supernaturals were out hunting down a good time.”
“Yeah,” it had been reduced to folklore, but everyone believed it—it started on a full moon when one to many Supernaturals were taking ‘advantage’ of the human population. Unlike other full moons, things didn’t return to normal the next day. Eventually, people started fearing the night and the people hated that what was normally theirs was being taken away from them. So they arranged a little preemptive strike before things could get worse. And just like that, Vampyres, Werewolves, Witches, Warlocks—were nothing but heresy. “Here, at B.O.O., we track major population centers of any and all Supernaturals. And we track their fluxes, too. The director, Major Lynx, just got a report yesterday that Supernaturals, even the Fairies that have been in hiding for centuries, are all coming out. And you wanna know where they’re converging? Where they’ve all come to play?” Oren swallowed down the bile that had sprung up in his dry throat, “Me.” Brock smirked, “No. It’s only been seventy-two hours. Oren, Supernaturals are making game plans, most of them don’t even know who the heck you are, or why Zeth wants you so badly. Give it a week, then you should start to worry.”
“All that you just said—”
“Is true. And Marisa’s mom—that’s probably your fault. You know how many Vampyres there are in Starlight Shores? Ten. You want to know how many drink human blood? One—and that’s because her husband is kinda on the freaky side when it comes to—”
“Brock?” “Right.”
“I need to stay the night, as well.”
Brock shrugged, “Find a couch.” “We were going to stick with S.W.A.T. but the Fairies protested—they made this huge case that some members of the team were taking liberties and actually ‘swatting’ at them. Then we tried B.A.T. (Ballistics Assault Team) but the other Supernaturals opposed it, something about how it was Vampyre favoritism. Finally, S.P.F2. passed.” “What does that stand for?”
“Hell, if I know. And the next time I ask you if you have any questions, just shake your head and say no.” The man-witch merely nodded.
“So,” Brock said, “Do you have any more questions?” “No,” and he shook his head. “Good, now that we’re done with the personal tour—report to Commander Ekheart, Room 16-23.”
“Sixteen stories underground?” The man-witch looked a little uneasy.
“Yeah, maybe if you’re lucky, do all your work, and are prompt enough you’ll be let in on the little the secret of how far down this place goes.”
The new employee paused as if Brock was about to divulge the information.
“What are you waiting for—skedaddle!”
And the man-witch did just that.
“Oren! How long have you been there, I see you’ve met Lithe, one of B.O.O.’s more brilliant and beautiful receptionists—”
“Screw you. I am Co-Director Yeats’ secretary.” And she started away. “So do you want me to call you, or…yeah, she’s gone.”
“Brock. I am always amazed by your ability to piss Supernaturals off.”
“Right. Anyway, I’ve got two tickets to Setra, Egypt.”
“Why?”
“Because, a little birdie—okay, a fairy—told me that while she was there she injured one of her wings (ya know, just a common pixie scuffle, those little blighters have quite the fight in them) so she asked around for a healer of Supernaturals, eventually she heard of this guy who—”
“The point, Brock?”
“—The good doctor fixed her.”
“Am I supposed to know what that—”
“The good Doctor Demetrius Carter.”
A pause.
“Actually, this is something I’d like to do alone—”
“Not gonna happen!”
“But,” Oren thought for a moment, “Your job, you can’t just—”
“Meh. I’ve got like two hundred vacation days.”
“Alright, but—”
“No, butts. Or only two: yours and mine, ‘cause I’m coming with you. I want to see this cure you’re so convinced of for myself.”
“Brock—”
“You did say sooner rather than later, did you not? And this is exactly the kind of information you’ve been waiting-looking for, is it not? So, shut up and let’s go!”
“You’re forgetting something?”
“Oh, really—” Brock shouted crazily, he cut himself off.
Then they said at the same time: “Marisa.”
“The human.”
Guess who gets left behind?
Once again I find that these things are steadily increasing in screenshots, but, alas - I cannot help it.
Anywho. From me (HumorMeh) to you (the reader), I hope you enjoyed.
And next time: The desert megalopolis of Setra.
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4 Comment(s) posted so far
#1 On Jul 20, 2012 pancakewafflewarrior wrote:
This is a pretty cool story! I can't wait to get World Adventures and also supernaturals. Is that out yet, or are you just getting ready for the next EP? xD
#2 On Jul 25, 2012 TheRedCortina wrote:
Ooh, I love it. Can't wait for more...I love your characters
#3 On Jul 29, 2012 spladoum wrote:
Setra, huh? I've yet to get any custom worlds, but that one looks neat. I'll have to see how you get on in your next chapter. (Don't worry about length--real readers like to read
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#4 On Aug 23, 2012 keishafeller wrote:
Great chapter, I liked it! And as Spladoum said: Don't worry about the length.