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Almost Here
0 reviewsDodger, Mickie, Mike, and John had no idea what they were getting themselves into when they went to the aid of a friend in Chicago. (Vampire AU)
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”’In nine out of ten murders, the killer is someone the victim knew.’ That is a theory I’ve heard many times over. Let me just tell you right now, it’s not true. At least, not in Chicago it isn’t. However, that could be because in nine out of ten murders here, vampires are to blame. At this point you’re probably contemplating my sanity, in addition to trying to locate the nearest exit. I can assure you that I am entirely sane, while being deadly serious at the same time. Vampires. Not a word you hear used when talking about reality. But vampires are a very real part of our everyday lives. Past your previous shock, you’re probably trying to figure out why the hell I’m telling you all this. My reasoning is simple: I’m reaching out across the country, trying to find anyone and everyone who can help my friends and me fight these monsters. Please…please help us.”
The signal cut out, leaving Mickie and me staring at the blank screen.
“Was that-“
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Did he-“
“Uh-huh.”
“Should we-“
“Let’s go.”
The two of us leapt from the couch and headed into our room to pack our bags.
“If we leave now,” I started, throwing random articles of clothing into my bag, “we can probably get there by early afternoon tomorrow.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Mickie nod, confirming she’d heard me.
I quickly zipped my bag, immediately heading into the weapons storage room.
After Mickie and I moved to Cleveland from Virginia, we knew we’d made a mistake. The city was littered with vampires, and the two of us were entirely unprepared for it. Luckily for us, we ran into a pair of self-proclaimed “hunters” who gladly gave us advice on taking out vampires. The four of us have been hunting together ever since.
“Should we call Mike and John?” I asked, picking up my bow and arrows and my silver swords. (Blades and arrow tips both doused in Holy water, of course.)
“Matt made it sound like they were completely overrun. We should bring all the back-up we can.”
“Right. I’m on it.” I pulled out my phone, silently thanking ever divinity I’d ever heard of that I’d remembered to charge it. I held down the “5” key, and the phone speed-dialed Mike’s cell.
“Hey, hey, hey, Dodger! Long time no talk!”
“I talked to you yesterday, Hennigan. Where’s Mike?” I asked shortly.
“Ooh, someone’s in a bad mood. He’s right here.” There was a rustling on the other end, followed by a muffled, “Mike! Phone!” before a voice came through the receiver.
“What up, D?” I rolled my eyes at his gangster greeting.
“Looked in a mirror lately, Mizanin? News flash: You’re white.” He laughed, and I could almost hear him shaking his head.
“John said you sounded serious. What’s wrong?”
“There’s a problem in Chicago. A big one.”
There was a short pause, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what to make of this.
“What kind of problem?” he questioned, a trace of worry in his tone.
“The kind with sharp fangs and bad attitudes,” I answered, hearing a sharp intake of breath.
“How bad?”
“Like, city’s overrun and only a few people are there fighting. Mickie and I are leaving, like, now, so we need to know of you’re coming with us.”
There was another pause, and muffled voices confirmed he was discussing it with John.
“Yeah. We can be ready in five minutes.”
I nodded, then realized he couldn’t see me.
“Alright. We meet you at your place.”
I closed my phone, not giving a farewell. We didn’t really have time for niceties.
“They’re coming,” I called to Mickie, picking up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
“Good. We might need their help,” she answered, coming out of the room to meet me by the front door.
I nodded, not seeing the need for a response.
~12 hours, 14 minutes, and 36 seconds later~
"Oh my god," I breathed. The once magnificent city of Chicago lay before us in ruin. Mike and I shared a disbelieving look, unable to fathom how the city had gotten so bad.
There was debris everywhere; most of the buildings looked like bombs had been set off inside them.
Mike set the car in park, sending me a 'be careful' look before getting out of the car.
Everything was eerily still; the only movement was of John pulling up beside us.
It looked as if the entire city had been completely abandoned, but the four of us knew better than to believe that.
The late afternoon sun glinted off of the few windows that were still intact, casting eerie shapes onto the ground.
"Where is everyone?" John asked in a whisper, scared to break the blanket of silence surrounding us.
"When Matt said that vampires were everywhere, I didn't think he meant that everyone was a vampire," Mickie said, glancing nervously at the setting sun.
"Don't be ridiculous," I started, probably sounding more hysterical than confident. "When the vampires showed up, everyone probably left. There's no way the entire city of Chicago was turned into vampires."
"Thank God for that, because otherwise, we'd have an even bigger problem."
It took a minute for my brain to register that someone else had entered the conversation, but once it had, I turned to face the speaker.
"Matt!" I ran to him, hugging him tightly. After a second of him not reacting, I pulled back, thinking maybe it wasn't Matt after all.
"D-Dodger?" He asked, as if he didn't believe I was standing right in front of him.
I grinned, shaking my head. "What other 5'6" tattooed redhead would be tackling you?"
He returned my grin eagerly, picking me up and spinning the both of us around.
"What are you doing here?" He asked after returning my feet to the ground.
"We're here to help, Matt," Mickie threw in, coming to stand next to me.
A confused look settled on his face.
"Help? With what?"
"The girls saw your broadcast, man," Mike clarified.
"Y-y'all fight vampires?" He asked, eyes wide.
"Well...yeah. What else would we be doing here?" I asked.
"I just...I never would have expected you four to have to deal with them. Just wishful thinking, I guess."
"You look like you've had it rough," I said softly, pointing to the lacerations across his face.
He nodded, letting out a sigh.
"It's been...well, after what happened to Amy, nothing's been easy."
I rolled my eyes, sure it was just some needless drama.
"What happened?" Mickie asked, glaring at my uncaring expression.
"She got bitten," he stated, a note of regret in his voice.
"Well...that can't be all bad," I reasoned, thinking about vampires' special abilities.
"It wouldn't be," he confirmed, "if Orton didn't have complete control over her."
I felt my jaw drop.
"What?! How?!" I demanded.
"Apparently, when a girl is bitten, the vampire who turns her has total control over her mind and actions."
Yeah. Like that's not sexist at all.
"So...there's no chance of saving her?" Mickie asked.
"None...unless..."
"Unless?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
An eerie wind blew. The sun- now barely above the horizon- was covered in thick, black clouds.
"Unless you kill me."
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I know it's a bit long, but I wanted to sufficiently lay down the plot. If you haven't looked at my profile, I am WaYcEsTisLoVe. I got myself locked out of the account, so I just made another one. So....don't kill me lol.
The signal cut out, leaving Mickie and me staring at the blank screen.
“Was that-“
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Did he-“
“Uh-huh.”
“Should we-“
“Let’s go.”
The two of us leapt from the couch and headed into our room to pack our bags.
“If we leave now,” I started, throwing random articles of clothing into my bag, “we can probably get there by early afternoon tomorrow.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw Mickie nod, confirming she’d heard me.
I quickly zipped my bag, immediately heading into the weapons storage room.
After Mickie and I moved to Cleveland from Virginia, we knew we’d made a mistake. The city was littered with vampires, and the two of us were entirely unprepared for it. Luckily for us, we ran into a pair of self-proclaimed “hunters” who gladly gave us advice on taking out vampires. The four of us have been hunting together ever since.
“Should we call Mike and John?” I asked, picking up my bow and arrows and my silver swords. (Blades and arrow tips both doused in Holy water, of course.)
“Matt made it sound like they were completely overrun. We should bring all the back-up we can.”
“Right. I’m on it.” I pulled out my phone, silently thanking ever divinity I’d ever heard of that I’d remembered to charge it. I held down the “5” key, and the phone speed-dialed Mike’s cell.
“Hey, hey, hey, Dodger! Long time no talk!”
“I talked to you yesterday, Hennigan. Where’s Mike?” I asked shortly.
“Ooh, someone’s in a bad mood. He’s right here.” There was a rustling on the other end, followed by a muffled, “Mike! Phone!” before a voice came through the receiver.
“What up, D?” I rolled my eyes at his gangster greeting.
“Looked in a mirror lately, Mizanin? News flash: You’re white.” He laughed, and I could almost hear him shaking his head.
“John said you sounded serious. What’s wrong?”
“There’s a problem in Chicago. A big one.”
There was a short pause, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what to make of this.
“What kind of problem?” he questioned, a trace of worry in his tone.
“The kind with sharp fangs and bad attitudes,” I answered, hearing a sharp intake of breath.
“How bad?”
“Like, city’s overrun and only a few people are there fighting. Mickie and I are leaving, like, now, so we need to know of you’re coming with us.”
There was another pause, and muffled voices confirmed he was discussing it with John.
“Yeah. We can be ready in five minutes.”
I nodded, then realized he couldn’t see me.
“Alright. We meet you at your place.”
I closed my phone, not giving a farewell. We didn’t really have time for niceties.
“They’re coming,” I called to Mickie, picking up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
“Good. We might need their help,” she answered, coming out of the room to meet me by the front door.
I nodded, not seeing the need for a response.
~12 hours, 14 minutes, and 36 seconds later~
"Oh my god," I breathed. The once magnificent city of Chicago lay before us in ruin. Mike and I shared a disbelieving look, unable to fathom how the city had gotten so bad.
There was debris everywhere; most of the buildings looked like bombs had been set off inside them.
Mike set the car in park, sending me a 'be careful' look before getting out of the car.
Everything was eerily still; the only movement was of John pulling up beside us.
It looked as if the entire city had been completely abandoned, but the four of us knew better than to believe that.
The late afternoon sun glinted off of the few windows that were still intact, casting eerie shapes onto the ground.
"Where is everyone?" John asked in a whisper, scared to break the blanket of silence surrounding us.
"When Matt said that vampires were everywhere, I didn't think he meant that everyone was a vampire," Mickie said, glancing nervously at the setting sun.
"Don't be ridiculous," I started, probably sounding more hysterical than confident. "When the vampires showed up, everyone probably left. There's no way the entire city of Chicago was turned into vampires."
"Thank God for that, because otherwise, we'd have an even bigger problem."
It took a minute for my brain to register that someone else had entered the conversation, but once it had, I turned to face the speaker.
"Matt!" I ran to him, hugging him tightly. After a second of him not reacting, I pulled back, thinking maybe it wasn't Matt after all.
"D-Dodger?" He asked, as if he didn't believe I was standing right in front of him.
I grinned, shaking my head. "What other 5'6" tattooed redhead would be tackling you?"
He returned my grin eagerly, picking me up and spinning the both of us around.
"What are you doing here?" He asked after returning my feet to the ground.
"We're here to help, Matt," Mickie threw in, coming to stand next to me.
A confused look settled on his face.
"Help? With what?"
"The girls saw your broadcast, man," Mike clarified.
"Y-y'all fight vampires?" He asked, eyes wide.
"Well...yeah. What else would we be doing here?" I asked.
"I just...I never would have expected you four to have to deal with them. Just wishful thinking, I guess."
"You look like you've had it rough," I said softly, pointing to the lacerations across his face.
He nodded, letting out a sigh.
"It's been...well, after what happened to Amy, nothing's been easy."
I rolled my eyes, sure it was just some needless drama.
"What happened?" Mickie asked, glaring at my uncaring expression.
"She got bitten," he stated, a note of regret in his voice.
"Well...that can't be all bad," I reasoned, thinking about vampires' special abilities.
"It wouldn't be," he confirmed, "if Orton didn't have complete control over her."
I felt my jaw drop.
"What?! How?!" I demanded.
"Apparently, when a girl is bitten, the vampire who turns her has total control over her mind and actions."
Yeah. Like that's not sexist at all.
"So...there's no chance of saving her?" Mickie asked.
"None...unless..."
"Unless?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
An eerie wind blew. The sun- now barely above the horizon- was covered in thick, black clouds.
"Unless you kill me."
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I know it's a bit long, but I wanted to sufficiently lay down the plot. If you haven't looked at my profile, I am WaYcEsTisLoVe. I got myself locked out of the account, so I just made another one. So....don't kill me lol.
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