Fic: hasty Decisions Pt 2
Someone actually read and commented on the first part of this story.
I told them I would post the next part.
It too, still needs some work, and has not been bated.
but feedback is welcome.
The first part is here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nessa5/29050.html?thread=7802
It's part of a larger storyvers that starts earler in my jornal.
Hasty Decisions
part 2
Original characters
this part rated g13 for some vilence?
^^^**(*)***^^^
It was fairly early in the evening by the clock, but fully dark from the short winter day by the time Michel’s bus pulled in to the station at the end of the line. The station was nearly deserted; there were only a few people waiting for the next bus to pull out and a few spiky headed punks were loitering in the lobby.
Where to go from here and what to do now, Michel he didn’t know. He knew there were safe houses and shelters for homeless people, but he had no idea where they were or how to find them. He had enough money to eat and maybe get a very cheep motel for a few nights. He buttoned up his battered pea coat and slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, picked a direction at random and started walking.
Adam watched the kid get off the bus, he stuck out as a runaway like a white rose on a red bush. A big white flag to any pimp or drug runner looking to increade his stable.
As if Adam’s thought had conjured him up, a recruiter for one of the local pimps spotted the boy and started following him. Adam followed after them curious to see how Michel would handle the situation.
Someone fell in to step beside Michel. When he looked to see who was walking him the guy gave him a charming smile, “Are you lost? Can I help you find your way somewhere?” he asked, he sounded sincere enough, but Michel wasn’t fooled. He might be on the run but he wasn’t desperate enough or hungry enough yet to consider selling his body. Besides, somewhere in his subconscious, he knew his body wasn’t his to sale, it belongs to his future master. Thee guy was chatting up the wrong mark, and Michel told him so.
From the roof top Adam watched as the kid gave the ma the brush off. Score one for the kid, he wasn’t a total idiot.
Unfortunately the man wasn’t willing to take no for an answer, especially when he got the answer before he had even asked the question. A little while latter the man had collected some friends and was waiting to ambush the kid at the entrance of next dark ally.
Michel stopped to look at a motel across the street with a sign saying twenty bucks a night. He was contemplating getting a room when someone grabbed him and pulled him into the dark. Not a good move for the thugs, the servants were taught self defense by masters of the art, with three or four hundred year’s worth of dirty trick thrown in for good measure. Michel was no exception, knife fighting had been one of his favorite classes, and never went anywhere unarmed without at least one knife on him.
He surprised the three thugs by being armed in the first place and not being scared of them in the second. When he put one of the men out of the action quickly with a nasty slash to the man’s arm the man wisely decided to turn tail and run. His footsteps could be heard echoing in the dark. Michel faced the other two men ready for any sudden moves, when a dark shadow appeared behind one of them and the man was slammed against the wall with a scull cracking force, knocking him instantly unconscious or worse.
The last man waving a knife at Michel was the guy who had tried to pick him up earlier. He had a nasty look on his face that promised that Michel was going to pay for turning him down and hurting his friends. He didn’t notice the shadow behind him as he lunged toward the kid.
In the dim light of the ally Michel saw the dark shadow become one of the spike haired Goth punks that had been hanging around the bus station. He had black eye shadow and black lipstick and very white skin, and after he grabbed the man from behind he revealed very real fangs, very sharp fangs that he sank deep into the man’s neck.
The man screamed, and fought, but he might as well have been fighting against a stone stature for all the good it did him. Soon he stopped struggling, too week to fight anymore. The vampire casually twisted the man’s head, breaking the neck with a sickening crack. “Ah that was tasty.” He said letting the dead man fall to the ground. “Maybe I should start following runaways more often if it gets me such easy pray.”
Michel had backed up against the brick wall of the dark smelly ally when the vampire’s attack started. Now he was sure he was about to die too. The vampire knew he had runaway. The masters had found in less than a day. “Come on kid, we need to get out of here now.” The vampire turned and walked out of the ally. Michel followed the vampire, too well trained to think about disobeying. He paused long enough to pick up his duffle bag before following the leather and chain clad vampire.
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Adam took Michel to Denny’s, waving to the waitress as they seated themselves in the nearly deserted dinner. He picked booth in the back of the restaurant where they could talk privately. Michel was frightened, he had no idea what was going to happen to him now, but he was sure it wasn’t going to be good.
Michel stared dejectedly out the window when the waitress slouched over to their table to get their order; Adam ordered a cheese burger, fries, and two cokes.
After the waitress had brought over the drinks Michel found the courage to ask, “Why did you do that?”
“Do what? Order you dinner? You look hungry. Only fair, I just had a full meal thanks to you.” Adam answered easily, like it should have been obvious.
Michel paled; remembering the wet cracking sound the man’s neck had made when the vampire had so easily twisted it. “Why did you help me in the ally?”
“I don’t like uneven odd.”
“The school didn’t send you to kill me?”
“The school asked me to find you. I’m not going to kill you; I’m supposed to take you back. “Why did you run away?”
“They were going to execute me.” Michel blurted out nearly in tears.
Adam blinked, that wasn’t the answer he expected. “What made you think that?”
Michel told Adam what he had overheard outside the headmasters office, and how he had the lowest grades in the school and had recently been in trouble for fighting in the common room, so he was sure it was him they were going to execute as an example. He’d gotten scared and ran. He admitted that it was stupid and he didn’t know what he was going to do now.
The waitress delivered the hamburger and fries and put a big bottle of ketchup on the table and left without asking if they needed anything ells.
Adam felt sorry for the kid, condemned for one very bad decision which he almost instantly regretted making, but didn’t know how to put right. From what the school master had said, he was a good kid. He didn’t have the best academic grades in the school, but he more than made up for it with a calm and pleasant personality and a highly developed sense of street smarts. It was believed that, paired with the right master, the kid would be fiercely loyal. Was the boy’s life more valuable than one bad moment of judgment?
Adam had seen for himself how Michel reacted in a crisis, and was quite impressed. The boy hadn’t panicked at being confronted by three muggers and he might have been able to handle all three of them without help if Adam hadn’t interfered. Yet he didn’t even try to fight or disobey Adam, simply because Adam was a vampire, one of the masters that he had been taught from birth to obey.
The boy was just sitting with his hand in his lap looking at the table. He refused to look up, he was every bit the picture of woeful dejection hiding his face behind a shaggy head of hair. Even though Adam had just feed and wasn’t the least bit hungry, he was fascinated with the graceful curve of the boys neck. The way his white hair tickled against the smooth pale untouched skin was very tempting. After a short time Michel looked Adam in the eyes, “I would rather have you kill me now than die like that.”
“Eat your dinner.” Adam commanded, shaken by the boy’s statement. He needed time to think. It was a direct order, Michel obeyed without thinking.
Adam was only a fledging as far as Vampires go. He was only around fifty years old. He didn’t have large sums of money gained from legal or illegal investment and years of compound interest to draw from like some of the old and powerful of his kind did.
The servant weren’t cheep. While they were not for sale exactly, the school did expect some compensation for the raising and training of them. Thus most of the younger vamps didn’t have the privilege of a personal servant to feed from, unless they were a gift from someone more powerful they had to hunt for every meal.
The punk outfit was Adams hunting attire. He didn’t have to be careful about not showing his fangs, because anyone who saw them thought they were fake. He hung around with the goth freaks in vampire wana-be bars to find blood donors, individuals so willing to go along with the act that they would cut them self and bleed into a cup for him feeding their fantasies. He fed from them without contaminating them with the true vampire essence; the highly contagious essences that came as a result of a real vampire’s bite and would start the individual on the road to turning into a vampire themselves. In most cases the human was killed before that could happen. But Adam preferred to avoid the killing whenever possible. The charade of pretending to be a vampire amused him and he liked the music too.
What made the servant so valuable was the fact that the vampire essence had no effect on them, they could not be turned. After years of breading, they were much stronger and healed more quickly than ordinary humans. Their masters could and did feed from them frequently without harm.
How surreal Michel thought, here he was, a seventeen year old kid with white shaggy hair that kept falling in to his dark brown cat pupil eyes, cheep blue jeans and tee-shirt and old sneakers, calmly eating a hamburger and fries with a punked out vampire in black leather and makeup who didn’t look much older than eighteen, at ten o’clock at night in a Denney’s, after having been in a knife fight, wounding one man and watching another be killed by the vampire who was sitting next to him, encouraging him to eat his dinner before it got cold and switching the soda cups to look like he had already drank his. If he lived past this night, Michel wondered, would this kind of scene become normal for him?
By the time the boy was done eating Adam had made his decision. He didn’t think it was fair to condemn the boy for panicking and making a bad decision. Given the circumstance and what the boy had over heard he might have done the same thing if it had been him. He could certainly understand wanting to live. Now what? How did he get the school to give the boy to him? The school hadn’t been planning to execute the boy before but they certainly were now.
This was going to take a lot of phone calls, and a lot of favors.
When the boy had finished his food, they left, Adam paying the check. “You’ll stay with me today. We’ll decide what to do with you tomorrow; it’s too late to do anything tonight.” Michel meekly followed Adam into the night. It wasn’t till they were in his car that Michel realized he didn’t know the vampire’s name.
I told them I would post the next part.
It too, still needs some work, and has not been bated.
but feedback is welcome.
The first part is here:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nessa5/29050.html?thread=7802
It's part of a larger storyvers that starts earler in my jornal.
Hasty Decisions
part 2
Original characters
this part rated g13 for some vilence?
^^^**(*)***^^^
It was fairly early in the evening by the clock, but fully dark from the short winter day by the time Michel’s bus pulled in to the station at the end of the line. The station was nearly deserted; there were only a few people waiting for the next bus to pull out and a few spiky headed punks were loitering in the lobby.
Where to go from here and what to do now, Michel he didn’t know. He knew there were safe houses and shelters for homeless people, but he had no idea where they were or how to find them. He had enough money to eat and maybe get a very cheep motel for a few nights. He buttoned up his battered pea coat and slung his duffle bag over his shoulder, picked a direction at random and started walking.
Adam watched the kid get off the bus, he stuck out as a runaway like a white rose on a red bush. A big white flag to any pimp or drug runner looking to increade his stable.
As if Adam’s thought had conjured him up, a recruiter for one of the local pimps spotted the boy and started following him. Adam followed after them curious to see how Michel would handle the situation.
Someone fell in to step beside Michel. When he looked to see who was walking him the guy gave him a charming smile, “Are you lost? Can I help you find your way somewhere?” he asked, he sounded sincere enough, but Michel wasn’t fooled. He might be on the run but he wasn’t desperate enough or hungry enough yet to consider selling his body. Besides, somewhere in his subconscious, he knew his body wasn’t his to sale, it belongs to his future master. Thee guy was chatting up the wrong mark, and Michel told him so.
From the roof top Adam watched as the kid gave the ma the brush off. Score one for the kid, he wasn’t a total idiot.
Unfortunately the man wasn’t willing to take no for an answer, especially when he got the answer before he had even asked the question. A little while latter the man had collected some friends and was waiting to ambush the kid at the entrance of next dark ally.
Michel stopped to look at a motel across the street with a sign saying twenty bucks a night. He was contemplating getting a room when someone grabbed him and pulled him into the dark. Not a good move for the thugs, the servants were taught self defense by masters of the art, with three or four hundred year’s worth of dirty trick thrown in for good measure. Michel was no exception, knife fighting had been one of his favorite classes, and never went anywhere unarmed without at least one knife on him.
He surprised the three thugs by being armed in the first place and not being scared of them in the second. When he put one of the men out of the action quickly with a nasty slash to the man’s arm the man wisely decided to turn tail and run. His footsteps could be heard echoing in the dark. Michel faced the other two men ready for any sudden moves, when a dark shadow appeared behind one of them and the man was slammed against the wall with a scull cracking force, knocking him instantly unconscious or worse.
The last man waving a knife at Michel was the guy who had tried to pick him up earlier. He had a nasty look on his face that promised that Michel was going to pay for turning him down and hurting his friends. He didn’t notice the shadow behind him as he lunged toward the kid.
In the dim light of the ally Michel saw the dark shadow become one of the spike haired Goth punks that had been hanging around the bus station. He had black eye shadow and black lipstick and very white skin, and after he grabbed the man from behind he revealed very real fangs, very sharp fangs that he sank deep into the man’s neck.
The man screamed, and fought, but he might as well have been fighting against a stone stature for all the good it did him. Soon he stopped struggling, too week to fight anymore. The vampire casually twisted the man’s head, breaking the neck with a sickening crack. “Ah that was tasty.” He said letting the dead man fall to the ground. “Maybe I should start following runaways more often if it gets me such easy pray.”
Michel had backed up against the brick wall of the dark smelly ally when the vampire’s attack started. Now he was sure he was about to die too. The vampire knew he had runaway. The masters had found in less than a day. “Come on kid, we need to get out of here now.” The vampire turned and walked out of the ally. Michel followed the vampire, too well trained to think about disobeying. He paused long enough to pick up his duffle bag before following the leather and chain clad vampire.
^^^**(*)***^^^
Adam took Michel to Denny’s, waving to the waitress as they seated themselves in the nearly deserted dinner. He picked booth in the back of the restaurant where they could talk privately. Michel was frightened, he had no idea what was going to happen to him now, but he was sure it wasn’t going to be good.
Michel stared dejectedly out the window when the waitress slouched over to their table to get their order; Adam ordered a cheese burger, fries, and two cokes.
After the waitress had brought over the drinks Michel found the courage to ask, “Why did you do that?”
“Do what? Order you dinner? You look hungry. Only fair, I just had a full meal thanks to you.” Adam answered easily, like it should have been obvious.
Michel paled; remembering the wet cracking sound the man’s neck had made when the vampire had so easily twisted it. “Why did you help me in the ally?”
“I don’t like uneven odd.”
“The school didn’t send you to kill me?”
“The school asked me to find you. I’m not going to kill you; I’m supposed to take you back. “Why did you run away?”
“They were going to execute me.” Michel blurted out nearly in tears.
Adam blinked, that wasn’t the answer he expected. “What made you think that?”
Michel told Adam what he had overheard outside the headmasters office, and how he had the lowest grades in the school and had recently been in trouble for fighting in the common room, so he was sure it was him they were going to execute as an example. He’d gotten scared and ran. He admitted that it was stupid and he didn’t know what he was going to do now.
The waitress delivered the hamburger and fries and put a big bottle of ketchup on the table and left without asking if they needed anything ells.
Adam felt sorry for the kid, condemned for one very bad decision which he almost instantly regretted making, but didn’t know how to put right. From what the school master had said, he was a good kid. He didn’t have the best academic grades in the school, but he more than made up for it with a calm and pleasant personality and a highly developed sense of street smarts. It was believed that, paired with the right master, the kid would be fiercely loyal. Was the boy’s life more valuable than one bad moment of judgment?
Adam had seen for himself how Michel reacted in a crisis, and was quite impressed. The boy hadn’t panicked at being confronted by three muggers and he might have been able to handle all three of them without help if Adam hadn’t interfered. Yet he didn’t even try to fight or disobey Adam, simply because Adam was a vampire, one of the masters that he had been taught from birth to obey.
The boy was just sitting with his hand in his lap looking at the table. He refused to look up, he was every bit the picture of woeful dejection hiding his face behind a shaggy head of hair. Even though Adam had just feed and wasn’t the least bit hungry, he was fascinated with the graceful curve of the boys neck. The way his white hair tickled against the smooth pale untouched skin was very tempting. After a short time Michel looked Adam in the eyes, “I would rather have you kill me now than die like that.”
“Eat your dinner.” Adam commanded, shaken by the boy’s statement. He needed time to think. It was a direct order, Michel obeyed without thinking.
Adam was only a fledging as far as Vampires go. He was only around fifty years old. He didn’t have large sums of money gained from legal or illegal investment and years of compound interest to draw from like some of the old and powerful of his kind did.
The servant weren’t cheep. While they were not for sale exactly, the school did expect some compensation for the raising and training of them. Thus most of the younger vamps didn’t have the privilege of a personal servant to feed from, unless they were a gift from someone more powerful they had to hunt for every meal.
The punk outfit was Adams hunting attire. He didn’t have to be careful about not showing his fangs, because anyone who saw them thought they were fake. He hung around with the goth freaks in vampire wana-be bars to find blood donors, individuals so willing to go along with the act that they would cut them self and bleed into a cup for him feeding their fantasies. He fed from them without contaminating them with the true vampire essence; the highly contagious essences that came as a result of a real vampire’s bite and would start the individual on the road to turning into a vampire themselves. In most cases the human was killed before that could happen. But Adam preferred to avoid the killing whenever possible. The charade of pretending to be a vampire amused him and he liked the music too.
What made the servant so valuable was the fact that the vampire essence had no effect on them, they could not be turned. After years of breading, they were much stronger and healed more quickly than ordinary humans. Their masters could and did feed from them frequently without harm.
How surreal Michel thought, here he was, a seventeen year old kid with white shaggy hair that kept falling in to his dark brown cat pupil eyes, cheep blue jeans and tee-shirt and old sneakers, calmly eating a hamburger and fries with a punked out vampire in black leather and makeup who didn’t look much older than eighteen, at ten o’clock at night in a Denney’s, after having been in a knife fight, wounding one man and watching another be killed by the vampire who was sitting next to him, encouraging him to eat his dinner before it got cold and switching the soda cups to look like he had already drank his. If he lived past this night, Michel wondered, would this kind of scene become normal for him?
By the time the boy was done eating Adam had made his decision. He didn’t think it was fair to condemn the boy for panicking and making a bad decision. Given the circumstance and what the boy had over heard he might have done the same thing if it had been him. He could certainly understand wanting to live. Now what? How did he get the school to give the boy to him? The school hadn’t been planning to execute the boy before but they certainly were now.
This was going to take a lot of phone calls, and a lot of favors.
When the boy had finished his food, they left, Adam paying the check. “You’ll stay with me today. We’ll decide what to do with you tomorrow; it’s too late to do anything tonight.” Michel meekly followed Adam into the night. It wasn’t till they were in his car that Michel realized he didn’t know the vampire’s name.