| All names are purely coincidental and have no relation to real life people, this story is a complete work of fiction as are the characters contained within.
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It needs a name for the female vampire and an ending, any suggestions would be extrememly helpful :)
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Rain streamed down the window like the meltwater running down the crevass of a Glacier, the rain was getting heavier. On the street below you could just make out people running for cover their shoulders haunched against the battering rain.
It was starting to get dark and Sierra would have to leave for work soon, she didn't mind the rain too much, in fact she was grateful for it, she wasn't a huge fan of the heat or the sun, her pale complexion reflected in the window as she moved closer, she checked to make sure her hair was to her liking. Just yesterday she had decided to dye it black before adding purple streaks to it, she was tired of her natural red colour and thought it was time for a change.
She moved to the mirror above the sink in the bathroom and wiped the condensation caused by the shower away, making a small circular window to see in and finished tying her hair into tight plaits, her pale skin combined with her luminous blue eyes gave her a cold deathly appearance, add into that the new hairstyle and she had her perfect look.
Sierra moved from the bathroom into the bedroom where she had thrown a pile of clothes onto the bed earlier, she rummaged through the pile for about fifteen minutes before settling on a small black pair of cycling shorts, a bright purple tutu and her favourite long sleeved black lace top, she looked around for her skimpy black underwear and slipped them on while she looked for her favourite knee high glossy black stilettos.
As she was finishing getting ready she felt a chill run up the whole length of her spine, she looked up and was startled to see a face at the window, she blinked and it was gone..... This was the third floor of an apartment block and there was no balcony, so how could someone have been standing at the window? She quickly moved to the window and peered out trying to see the figure through the rain spattered window, she couldn't see anyone and there were no window washers in this weather. She shrugged and put it down to the fading light and the rain creating shapes as it coursed down the window.
"Shit!" She had just noticed the time, it was almost nine, she had to be there by quarter past so she would have to hurry. She picked up her case and rushed out.
The elevator always seemed to take longer when she was running late, "C'mon c'mon, you stupid piece of..". *DING* She hurried as quickly as her boots would let her to her car outside, usually she'd walk but she was late enough as it was and in these boots she had no chance of making it in time, she hopped in to her decrepit rusting little beetle, crossed her fingers and turned the key. The engine spluttered and coughed for a few moments producing a vast cloud of sooty black smoke before it slowly wheezed and hacked into life with a high pitched squealing that always sounded like a pig in a slaughter house, followed by a loud bang then a soft chugging.
Anyone nearby who wasn't familiar with her or her car would have immediately come to the conclusion that some poor pig was being tortured and then shot, the RSPCA no longer came out after a 'concerned' and 'distressed' citizen called them about it, they knew what it was and they had more important things to be doing for the real animals that were in danger all around the city.
21:03 She would have to take the shortcut through the lanes if she was going to make it on time, the lanes were dark and she did not like to drive through them at night, the trees on either side of the road seemed to twist and contort into towering monsters that glared down menacingly at the road and it's users, seeming as though at any moment their gnarled branches would take a swipe while the darkest shadows creep and slither in for whatever is foolish enough to traverse this route.
She cursed her imagination and turned up the dark road, it wouldn't be so bad if there were houses on this road, but the only thing here was an old abandoned hospital that just gave her the creeps, she put her foot down in an attempt to get through the road a little faster, she had an eerie feeling that something was following her, the hairs on the back of her neck all stood on end and she had the distinct sensation that something was touching her back pushing her forwards. She reached the end of the road and saw the lights were green, she sighed with relief to be out of that place, she was still a little unsettled from seeing the figure at the window, even though she had told herself it was the rain she couldn't stop thinking about it.
"There you are! We were starting worry that you weren't going to make it, we're on in five". The low gruff voice came from a short blonde 'box like' guy, he was built quite stockily with muscles protruding through his all too small dark green shirt that stopped just above his trouser belt line, presumably to show off his expensive Armani belt that was holding up his well fitted flame and black leather trousers, he was only about five foot overall, with tattoos all up his arm in what is commonly known as a 'sleeve' the overall effect was that he looked like a small decorative box. He grinned at Sierra with his brilliant white teeth just visible through his thin black lips, his emerald green eyes twinkling in the lights. "Yeah sorry Steve I lost track of the time, I would have been here sooner but I have had a lot to do today, still, I'm here now".
Steve gestured for her to follow as he led her through to the back of the stage where she could see everyone else was already getting set up. "Hi guys, bet you thought I wasn't going to make it". The sarcasm in her voice was all too obvious "We know you better than that Sierra, I don't think that you have missed a single one yet, we know how much you love to perform in front of an audience".
"Heh! You know me too well Crissy, I honestly thought I wasn't going to make it this time, first time for everything as they say". Sierra gave a cheeky smile to Chrissy as they moved closer for a squeezing hug.
Sierra chuckled as they parted "What IS that that you are wearing Chrissy? It looks like you went a bit over the top with the sparkles again".
Chrissy was wearing what could only be described as an explosion in a glitter factory, her short mini-skirt was covered all over in silver, purple and orange glitter, at some point it probably had some form of design on it, but now it was just an emalgamation of glitter and beads clumped up and re-stuck to the skirt by what upon closer inspection appeared to be pritt-stik, the overall look of the skirt made it look like a monkey had been let loose in the arts and crafts department of a local mental hospital, her bright orange top was tied at the bottom just above her naval, you could see the glitter had tried to make a daring escape to the north and had fallen victim to the vast chasm of her belly button, Chrissy wasn't what you would call fat but she had a good few pounds on Sierra and still managed to look good with it, her slightly chubby cheeks glowed with a pinkness most people only got with cosmetic 'help' whereas Chrissy simply died her hair a vibrant fluorescent pink which reflected off her cheeks making her deep chocolate eyes look as dark and as a deep as a muddy lake at night, good to look at but all too easy to get lost in if you let your guard down.
Sierra scoured the room for Phil but saw no sign of him. "No Phil today guys?"
"No, he called Chrissy last night to say he's got swine flu or something, I guessed he wouldn't be here tonight after last weeks escapades".
"Yeah, I'm still trying to get the stains out of my dress, was your Bass alright after Sierra? Only from the noise it was making afterwards I had my doubts"
"Heh, my Bass is fine Chrissy, just got a bit of moisture on the strings that was all. So who have we got to replace Phil? I'm guessing you already had someone lined up, I mean, he's not the most reliable drummer is he?"
Steve snorted "Am I really that predictable? As it just so happens, I do have a replacement, she's in the toilet right now but she should be back by now".
"Well I hope this one knows how to dress, not like Phil, he didn't seem to take to the Glam, always in Denim and 'regular' clothing, where did you find the pompous arse anyway?" Sierra wasn't very keen on Phil, not after he had trapped her in a corner and tried to grope her after his second gig with them, she'd had to knee him in the balls to get the message across that he didn't have a snowballs chance in hell.
"Oh I got him through an agency, I asked Chrissy if she'd heard of him and what she thought"
"Yeah, I'd heard he was a good drummer but was very prone to tantrums, but we needed a good time-keeper so we took him, If this new one is any good we may replace him. What's her name again?".
A small shiver ran through Sierra's whole body starting from the back of her neck rippling down to her knees.
"My name is <<<<>>>> and I am very pleased to meet you Sierra, your friends have told me a lot about you, you seem..... Interesting".
Sierra span around startled to see where such a sensuous voice was coming from, to find standing in front of her a tall slim woman with sleek silky black wavy hair flowing down her back to the top of her voluptuous hips and firm rear, Sierra trailed her vision slowly upwards admiring the curves of the classic hourglass shape wrapped in a tight yet somehow still flowing red and black sequinned dress.
"I believe you will find I am up here child" <<<<>>>> smiled enticingly with her luscious ruby red lips and placed her slender hands delicately onto her curvaceous hips.
"Oh sorry, I was just admiring your dress, you wear it VERY well if I may say so". Sierra's eyes met <<<<>>>>'s and she was instantly mesmerised by the haunting grey stare that gazed back at her.
Sierra snapped out of it as she heard Steve's voice boom out "Ok come on guys, we can talk later we have a show to do now, Chrissy, remember to keep the mic close to you, you know what the acoustics are like here, Sierra, try to sort out your reverb, you were a little sloppy last week, I've been practising my pull off's and hammer on's to try and clean it up a bit, <<<<>>>>, this is your first time with us so show us what you've got, at the least try to keep the beat, good luck everyone let's give them a show they'll remember".
Sierra stepped out onto the stage and squinted out to the crowd, she could see it was quite full for a Thursday night. The bright stage lights made it very warm on stage and the Air Conditioning was faulty, not a lot worked properly in this pub, it had changed owners so many times she didn't really bother introducing herself properly to the landlord, she had met him, a weedy little man that reminded her of a rat and always seemed to be doing some deal or other, anything to make a quick buck. She could see why the pub had been left to fester and as usual, once a pubs standards go down the clientelle changes to match, she could see this lot had already had a lot to drink and were getting pretty rowdy, she heard one man jeer at the stage "OY! luv, what'cha doin' afters the show an' that? Only I got an instrument you can play right 'ere".
Sierra didn't look up to see who was jeering, she had learned that if you look at them they get worse and she just wanted to get started, she looked around at the rest of the band members to see if they were ready, there was a nod from everyone and the beat to Metallica's Master of Puppets started up.
After an hour of playing the music subsided and the instruments fell silent, the talkative atmosphere of the pub was disturbed by a reasonable round of applause followed by more lewd jeering which slowly died back down to a bubbling chatter with the odd slurred "Whad'yaa mean? I'm not jrrun... drunnnk.. Hic!" Sierra unplugged her crimson BC Rich and carefully slid it into the soft black case before leaning it against a wall and helping dissassemble the Drum kit.
"So Steve, who we gotta see to get paid in this shit-hole?". "Don't worry it was sorted just before you got here, everyone else has had theirs, I didn't give you yours earlier as I just wanted to get started so we could get out of here, here you go, £60 we had a good showing thanks to the BNP meeting that's just about to start, I don't know about you guys but I'm not sticking around for that". Steve handed Sierra her cut of the money, slung his black Ibanez over his shoulder picked up one of the bags with his spare Traps drum kit in and headed to the door, he paused, turned around and gave and expectant look. "Well, is someone going to give me a hand with this or not?"
Before Sierra could move Chrissy had stepped forward and picked up the other bag. "Can I get a ride off you Steve? It's just that my Moped is in bad shape and I want to give her a rest". "Sure you can Chrissy, plenty of room in my van even with all this gear, we'll see you guys around, oh and <<<<>>>> that was some decent playing out there I'll call you again for another gig soon". Chrissy waved, smiled and then followed after Steve, leaving Sierra and <<<<>>>> alone. Sierra chuckled as she watched Chrissy run after Steve, Chrissy had a crush on Steve and idolised him, Steve knew but liked to pretend he didn't. Before Sierra could open her mouth to say something <<<<>>>> carefully picked up her Bass and handed it to her. "I was wondering, since we are already out and I have nothing planned for this evening would you care to join me for a drink? Obviously not here, the stench of this place is intolerable and I fear I may become saturated by it if I stay too much longer".
"Umm, sure ok! Why not, we can get to know each other a little better, where did you have in mind?". "Just a little place newly opened up the road, I believe it is called 'The Pearl' I have frequented it on numerous occasions".
"Sounds great, lead the way". Sierra and <<<<>>>> left the 'Salted Slug' pub and the ruckus of the drunks breaking out into fight behind and headed up the road towards 'The Pearl'.
The rain had eased off to a drizzle and Sierra could see the fluorescent glow of the waxing gibbous moon through a parting in the clouds, a slight fog was beginning to creep through the streets like a silent killer stalking it's prey, Sierra's breath hung in the air as a cloud of mist when she exhaled, she noticed <<<<>>>>'s breath didn't seem to mist up at all in the frozen air. "So where do you come from? You're not local to London, I can tell that from your accent right away." <<<<>>>> considered her response for a few moments and then replied "I can barely recall my home, I left when I was considerably younger and started what you may call 'a new life'. It is of no importance I spend little time dwelling on the past. Tell me, where are you from? You do not seem to have much of any accent, it is fascinating to me."
"Me? Well I grew up in California with my parents, my mom was British and my father American, I remember growing up near to the beach it was always hot, too hot, my father used to say I was my mom's girl because she couldn't stand the heat either, after he died we moved to the UK, I was probably about 17 back then.... Oh is this the place?!"
They had stopped outside quite a smart looking building, it was very modern looking with clean sheer windows that reached all the way to the roof of the building, behind the glass front was what looked like an older brick building with large dark tinted oval windows that made the building look like a large smiley face inside a goldfish bowl, <<<<>>>> approached the bouncer on the door and simply smiled at him, without a moments hesitation he pulled away the red rope barrier. <<<<>>>> tilted her head towards Sierra "This one is with me".
The Bouncer stepped aside and let the two of them pass with a curteous nod to <<<<>>>>. Once inside Sierra could see a vast swathe of people all mingling and dancing underneath the disco laser lights mounted on one of the high marble pillars, she recognised the music that was playing as Infected Mushroom and smiled to herself. "I thought you said you had only been here a few times before, that Bouncer seemed to know you pretty well".
"Oh yes, he is a very old friend of mine, I have known him for years".
<<<<>>>> led Sierra up a set of winding open Oak stairs to the right of the entrance onto one of the three balconies that overlooked the dance floor, from up here Sierra could see the decorative murals and rich tapestries that draped from the high ceiling, the nearest one she could see clearly depicted two knights, one black, one red, fighting on a barren grassy plain with a large golden snake coiling around them ready to strike and devour the first that falls in defeat, the flickering sconces high on the surrounding pillars made them look like they were moving inside the tapestry, locked for eternity in their private battle on the desolate plain. Sierra admired the decorative crystal chandelier that hung from the centre of the ceiling, down below the surrounding walls were all draped in deep purple velvet curtains, it all looked very decadent to her, above the entrance's oak door she noticed a marble carving of the two knights but without the snake, above it she could see what looked like writing but in no language she was familiar with.
<<<<>>>> waved her hand absent mindedly above her head for a brief moment, one of the waitresses scurried over to take their orders but did not make any eye contact, she kept her head bowed and listened, once she had the orders she gave a small almost unnoticable bow before stepping backwards a few times, turning and then hurriedly returning to the bar to fetch their drinks.
She returned a few moments later and placed them on the table before giving another slight bow and scuttling off again, Sierra had ordered a large straight Jack Daniels with ice without realising that large meant a half pint, "I'm never going to be able to drink all of this, I have the car".
"Do not worry about that, they offer a driver service here, you hand them your keys and they drive you home safely".
"Oh, well in that case!" Sierra grinned broadly and took a large mouthful before settling back into the high backed plush chair, from up here the music was at an acceptable level for conversation, unlike most places where you have to shout just to hear yourself.
<<<<>>>> took a small sip from her Ruby Port and focused on Sierra intently.
"You were saying that you had moved here with your mother, from the way you were speaking earlier I am under the impression that she is no longer..... With you?".
"Yes, unfortunately she died in a car accident just a few years ago, we were on our way home from my Bass practise...
Sierra's face fell stoney as she recounted that dark snowy night 5 years previously.
"The roads were slippery from the heavy snow that had settled on the frozen ground, the air was still and icy with the occasional sharp gust of wind that stung my face as it whipped past. I remember the weather warnings on the radio as we were pulling out of the parking space saying to be aware of black ice on the road as the gritters had been unable to get out because of the heavy snow, we were heading down the motorway when it happened, the car in front swerved to avoid something in the road and started to slide, my mum tried to brake but at over 60mph on a frozen road we stood no chance of stopping and our car ploughed into the car in front, I was told a few days afterwards when i regained conciousness that she died instantly when the car somersaulted off the road and hit the barrier, I was knocked unconcious, saved only by the seatbelt jamming and pinning me tightly to the seat.
I still think of her and wonder what it would be like had she survived".
<<<<>>>> gently but firmly took Sierra's hand in hers "Do you feel guilty at all that you survived and your mother did not?".
"I used to, and to a small degree I still do, but I try not to focus on it, I cannot bring her back and I know she would have wanted me to get on with my life, not waste it pining after her."
Sierra took several large mouthfuls of JD and tried to hide the tears welling up in her eyes.
As the evening progressed Sierra felt as though she had known <<<<>>>> for years, she seemed to understand what Sierra was saying and thinking, though she wasn't really thinking much now, she was on her third large JD and could barely string a whole sentence together let alone have an in-depth conversation with someone.
Sierra looked at the large ornate clock that hung on the wall next to the bar. "Iss thatt rilly tthe tiime? I shoo.... should be goinng".
"Would you like for me to arrange the driver servi...".
*THUD*
Sierra had slid off the chair and was now laying on the floor in a crumpled heap giggling to herself and pointing randomly at people walking by.
Sierra woke up the next day with the sunlight streaming in from between a gap in the curtains onto her face, "Uggghh what time is it?" she picked up the little clock on the bedside table and held it close, when she finally managed to focus her eyes she could see that it read 13:06, she dropped it onto the pile of clothes from the previous night that were now strewn across the floor and crawled out of bed towards the toilet, she had a pounding headache and felt as though she was going to vomit, she hugged the toilet and waited for her mouth to stop watering before considering it safe enough to stand, as she was pouring herself a glass of water from the tap on the sink she looked into the mirror and noticed her favourite lace top was torn slightly around the shoulder and neck, upon closer inspection she could see a small amount of dried blood had gotten onto the neckline, she couldn't see any obvious cuts or marks so she just assumed it was from one of her nosebleeds, she had them semi-frequently ever since the crash.
She stripped off and started up the shower, finished off drinking her water and climbed in, she had a few bruises on her legs and arms and remembered stumbling and falling a few times as <<<<>>>> helped her into her car, she couldn't remember who had driven her home as she had passed out shortly after giving the address.
She finished up in the shower and headed to the kitchen for something to eat, finding nothing in the fridge or cupboards she resigned herself to having to go shopping, her least favourite activity but at least she had some cash for shopping as <<<<>>>> had decided to pick up the tab from the bar last night, she wasn't sure why she was so insistent about it but wasn't going to argue as she needed the money to pay for her electricity and get food.
Sierra moved back to the bedroom and threw a pair of faded black jeans on, she routed around for a suitable top and came across something that was clearly not hers, it was a small ornately decorated button, it looked a little like the ones Phil had on his shirt but he had never been in her room before. "Hm, it must be one of the drivers".
She remembered vaguely that the driver had helped her into to her apartment before she passed out again, her memory was still very fuzzy but she recalled the guy looked a lot like Phil, she had his number somewhere in her phone and decided to compare it to the number the driver had given her last night...... It was..... The same.
Sierra was horrified, she knew what Phil was like and hated the thought that he could have been in her flat, nevermind the bedroom... She hurriedly dialled the number to ask him what had happened that night, not that she would trust what he said but there was always a slight truth to the crap he usually came out with. There was a beeping noise and a recorded voice of a woman came on and said "This number is no longer in service, please hang up and try again". *Beeeeeeep*.
"Shit!" she rifled through her bag to find <<<<>>>>'s number, she'd know what the driver looked like surely.
The phone rang for a few moments before <<<<>>>>> answered. "Hello?"
"Oh hi <<<<>>>>, it's Sierra, I was just calling to see if you knew who or what the driver looked like that brought me home last night?"
"Why, Is there a problem?"
"Well that's just it, I can't remember much from last night except that the driver looked a bit like Phil, you know, the guy you stood in for last night and to be honest I do not trust him after what he tried to do a few weeks back, I don't want to go into details, please can you remember what he looked like?".
"Well he was a tall slim man with short spikey blonde hair and blue eyes, does that help?"
"Did he look like he was sneering?"
"What?"
"Tell me.. Did he look like he was sneering continuously?".
"Well now that you mention it, he did a bit.".
Sierra's heart sank, she didn't trust Phil one inch, and if he was the one that brought her home in that state...... It didn't bear thinking about.
"Ok..... Thank you <<<<>>>> I'll call you back tonight, I... I have to go now". *Beep*
Sierra put the phone down onto the bedside table and cupped her face in her hands... What was she going to do? His number wasn't working... She would have to go around there... She hated the thought of having to confront him, what if he wasn't the one who dropped her off? What if nothing happened?.... She looked through the open door across to the bathroom where the lace top was laying. "Maybe I just tore it when I fell?"
Sierra shoved her feet into her trainers without undoing the laces first then stood up and headed to the lift, If she didn't go she knew she'd wonder and worry about it, best to get it over and done with.
Sierra stepped out into the blazing sunlight, It hurt her eyes and seemed to burn her skin more than usual as she headed down the road, it wasn't painful, just... Very uncomfortable.
After a quick ten minute walk she finally reached Phil's house, all of the curtains were drawn and the door was slightly ajar, it looked like no one had lived here for years, the paint was all peeling off the window frames, the walls were crumbling and looked like the only thing keeping them upright was the moss and decaying ivy that criss-crossed up to the top window in a veiny pattern, most of the window panes were missing or broken and it looked very dark inside, all-in-all it gave the building a very creepy look to it even though it was day time. She nervously pushed the door wider and called in "PHIL.... Are you in there? I want to talk to you".
There was no answer from inside so she alled again..... Nothing.... Reluctantly she stepped in through the open door, the walls inside were covered with cobwebs, dead rats littered the floor and the smell was overpowering, she checked every room upstairs but only found the same filth as downstairs with no sign of Phil, she was just walking to the front door to leave when she heard a noise coming from the cellar, too big to be a rat or a bird.
The cellar door was firmly shut and did not budge even when she tried to force it, she sighed and went to leave when the door opened with a long *Creeeaaaaak*.
Sierra's heart pounded heavily in her chest as she tentatively reached her hand forwards for the handle, she slowly pushed it open and peered down the gloomy stairs to the shadows below where she thought she could see movement. Slowly and carefully she descended the stairs into the darkness below where she suddenly found herself pinned against a cold clammy wall by her throat.
"What are you doing here?! What do YOU want from me?"
The voice sounded like Phils and she could just make out his face in the dimness, she struggled to break free, kicking and flailing her arms before being tossed like a rag doll to a far corner, she landed heavily on her left arm and let out a yowl of pain.
"Aaagh! what the fuck is wrong with you?!".
Phil stood there silently towering above her and began to laugh a deep booming maniacal laugh. The hair on the back of Sierra's neck stood on end and she tried to shuffle backwards away from him only to find her way was blocked by the solid foundation walls of the house.
Sierra was scared now, she had never seen Phil like this, she had always suspected there was something not quite right about him but could never quite put her finger on it... She feared she was about to find out what it was.
Phil reached down with one hand and plucked her from the floor with ease before setting her back down on her feet.
"Look Phil, I don't want any trouble.... I just wanted to see if you were ok".
Phil's face twisted into anger "Don't lie to ME! I know why you're here...... It was me that drove you home last night".
Sierra wasn't sure how to react all she could think of was....
"Did you..... did we?"
Phil laughed loudly "Of course we did! you were begging for it you little slut, you see I've been watching you for some time now, always wearing those skimpy outfits, flirting with everyone you meet, leading people on, and last night I gave you what you wanted".
"WHAT!? you gave me what 'I' wanted! That's bullshit and you know it, I would NEVER willingly...."
Sierra's words were choked short as Phil had grabbed her again.
"You know you enjoyed it, girls like you always do, you like it rough.... I also gave you a little gift".
Phil reached forwards with his free hand and pulled down the neck of her purple top revealing what looked like two small punctures just above her collarbone.
"You see, you have a choice, you can either become mine or you can die.. In two days time if you have not already willingly accepted my offer you will die from the virus my kind carries, the only way for you to.." Phil chuckled "Live.. Is to become mine, I will turn you and you will survive, I get what I want, and you get to stay young and beautiful, now GET OUT OF HERE!!"
Phil forcefully threw her towards the cellar stairs and laughed as she scurried up and away from him.
She ran as fast as she could to the street outside, slipping on the dead rats in the hallway and almost falling as she went, Phil's laughter seemed chase her the whole way. She ran all the way back to her flat too scared to look back and locked the door firmly behind her. "SHIT!".... "Shit shit shit, what the fuck am I going to do?"
She ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at the two circular marks she had failed to notice before, she collapsed onto the bathroom floor out of breath and still shaken up from what had happened, she had to think.. Who could she tell? No one would believe her, hell even she didn't believe it!
"Two days is not enough, not enough!" She wept into her hands and thought about everything that had happened over the years. If only her mother was still here, she'd believe her, she'd know what to do she was sure of it.
Sierra cried and cried until she had no energy left, she slipped into a deep disturbing sleep filled with nightmarish images, one image pushed through the rest and appeared clearer than anything she had ever seen. The two knights from the tapestry locked in their deadly battle, the golden snake circling around and above them, she realised she was stood on the barren plain with them, watching from a distance, the knights stopped their struggling, turned and bowed to her before the snake uncoiled and struck for her, it's fangs as sharp as blades dripping with venom was the last thing she saw before waking up suddenly.
"Sierra wake up! come on, this is no place to sleep when you have a bed".
She looked up startled to see <<<<>>>> leaning over her with one hand on her shoulder shaking her gently. She stood up quickly "I must have dreamed it all" she looked hopefully into the mirror again to see if the marks were still there, there was something there all right, it hadn't been a dream after all.
"Are you alright Sierra, you do not look well at all child, what happened? you said you would phone me and when you didn't I decided to come over, I'm glad I did now".
Sierra looked up at <<<<>>>> tears streaming down her cheeks, she felt faint from dehydration and not eating and she felt sick from the realisation that she really didn't have any choice, he would win whatever path she chose.
"I'm... I'm ok... I've just had really a bad day that's all".
<<<<>>>> glanced at Sierra's neck where the marks were just visible above her top.
"Would you like to talk about it, you may find I could be of some use".
"I'm sorry <<<<>>>> but I doubt it, no offence".
"None taken, but why don't you just try me, it can't hurt can it? I'll make us some drinks, you look thirsty"
Sierra sat on the settee with her drink and explained everything that had happened in detail while <<<<>>>> sat and listened intently next to her, she told her about Phil, what she could remember from the previous night and what he had done and said to her.
"Well that is interesting, certainly not what I was expecting, tell me, have you had any strange dreams or hallucinations since?"
Sierra told her about the two knights battling each other on the plains with the golden snake circling and striking at her just as she awoke.
"Ah, just as I feared...... It would appear that this 'Phil' is.... Well let's just say he is known to me and a few others, it may surprise you to know that I know a little about him even though we have never met. From what you have old me the only advice I am able to give you is that you will have to kill him."
"What do you mean 'Kill him'?!! how can I kill him, he is so much stronger than me and he cannot die, unless I am very much mistaken he is a Vampire, how the hell can I kill a Vampire?! And how would that help anyway, I'd surely die if he could not turn me, I'm screwed!"
"Not necessarily, I have heard that If you kill the vampire that has bitten you before you are turned or die, the virus is rendered inert. There are several ways you could do it, you could sever the head and pack his mouth with hallowed earth, drive a wooden stake through his heart, inject holy water or garlic into his bloodstream...".
"And every one of those suggestions means I would have to get close enough to him to do it!".
<<<<>>>> considered this for a while before responding with.
"Actually, I think I may have a way you could do it without having to get too close to him, and even if you did he would not be able to harm you."
"How, tell me how?"
"Take me to him and I shall show you".
"What?! you must be joking, I am not going to put you in danger like that, no way!"
"Your concern for me is pleasing but unnecessary, take me to him".
"Ok, if you are sure...... Thank you".
They pulled up outside Phil's house and stepped out of the little beetle, in the darkness of the night the house looked even more foreboding and gloomy than during the day, the moonlight reflected off the little glass that was left in the window frames and made the house look cold and uninviting, Sierra took a deep breath and stepped in through the open front door, followed closely by <<<<>>>>, Sierra gingerly descended the cellar stairs, her heart felt as though it was going to explode through her chest and she could hardly swallow, her mouth had dried completely and she just managed to croak "Phil... are you there?.. I have come to a decision.".
A soft smarmy voice floated from the darkest shadows of the cellar
"I knew you'd see things my way Sierra, they all do in the end........ Who is this that is stupid enough to have come with you then?"
"That's just a friend, she said that she wanted to meet you, I hope it's ok?"
"It's better than ok, now I have the two of you, you fools".
Phil laughed loudly at the prospect of having two slaves to do his bidding before being suddenly cut short mid-laugh.
"I think not 'Phil' or whatever you are calling yourself these days".
<<<<>>>> moved so quickly Sierra blinked and missed it, <<<<>>>> had Phil by the throat up against the wall.
"I have been hunting you for a very long time and finally I have the chance to kill you once and for all".
"You would damn Sierra to death so willingly by killing me yourself? I taught you well <<<<>>>>".
Phil broke free from her grasp and slashed at her face with his long sharp nails, Sierra stood there unable to move from what she heard and saw, the cuts on <<<<>>>>'s face healed almost instantly right in front of her, Sierra backed towards the cellar stairs and tried to run for it, the cellar door at the top of the stairs slammed shut in her face and she was knocked back down to the cellar where <<<<>>>> and Phil were still struggling together trading blows and getting nowhere fast.... very fast, Sierra could hardly keep up with watching them as they danced across the cellar floor, <<<<>>>> managed to get behind Phil and hold him in a headlock.
"NOW Sierra! Do it NOW!"
Sierra stumbled backwards unsure of what to do.
"Do it now or he will do to you what he did to me, I promised myself years ago after escaping his hold that I would hunt him down and stop him from doing this to anyone else, please Sierra you have to believe me, this is your only chance, TAKE IT!"
Sierra stepped forwards but it was too late, Phil had already broken free from <<<<>>>>'s grasp, he grabbed Sierra by the arm and twisted it up behind her back sharply |
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