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Blood Is Thicker
2021, the dark streets of London scream with the blood of innocents, both human and vampire alike. Devon, a previous keeper of the secret now exposed is attempting to hunt down the culprits of a st...
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England. Britain. Great Britain. Great, that had to be the joke of the century. I’ve seen every inch of this, lying, decaying, farce of a country and I can tell you, nothing about it is great. Well, nothing but human love, compassion and even that has disappeared from streets like these.
I turned off the earpiece that permanently lived attached to my face, adjusted my mask and began my patrol around the grim streets of London. We shouldn’t have revealed ourselves to the humans. I made my way past an electronics store, nearly all shops where open during the night since we had came out. Hundreds of TV’s all turned to the same station carried there lying message to my oversensitive ears. The prime ministers speech. Every set in the country was tuned in most probably, thousands of ears all listening to the shit spill out of a greed fed mouth.
“The Vampire problem is under control. Our Night police division is the best in the world, there are many vampires that wish to live a peaceful life with us, we cannot allow one small group to bring this Great country to its knees, the UK has survived worse and it will survive this!” I tuned it out, under control my arse. Indeed there was a large majority of us who wish to live in peace, but even a small group of blood crazed idiot is a huge problem when they have incredible power behind them. We shouldn’t have revealed ourselves, I said it then, in the court of elders and I say it now to these dead streets. It was a mistake.
But in streets like these, where mothers couldn’t feed their children without whoring there aging bodies, out to men who supplied drugs to the rotting minds of youths. In streets like these where humans where murdered and no one intervened or cared. In streets like these no one cared what that fat trumped up idiot in Downing Street had to say. Streets like these had their own rules, their own leaders and their own law enforcers. That was why I was here. I cared, I intervened.
A stench I had smelt many times before and would do countless times again assaulted my sensitive nostrils. I stopped instantly, my boots scuffing against the pavement in protest. I pulled the collar of my leather jacket tighter around my neck, I hated that spiteful wind slashing at me, that spiteful wind that carried that awful smell.
I sighed, regrettably breathing it in. After hundreds of years I should have abandoned that human habit, but alas, the sentimental fool that I am clung to human traditions such as exhaling in acceptance of a task I didn’t want to do. I turned down the dimly lit alley way where the smell was coming from. I don’t know I bothered to look, I already knew what it was, my nose told me everything. Still, curiosity drove me deeper into the alleyway, more smells attacked me, piss, sex, blood and drugs. Just a typical alleyway, except for the dead Vampire. I could see the lump at the dead end, a human wouldn’t have yet, they probably wouldn’t even have smelt it until they where upon it. How did they survive with such lowered senses?
Flesh. Dead. Decaying. Burnt Flesh. A tale, tale sign of a vampire execution. It wasn’t uncommon. The UK barely had any racism anymore, any sexism. Humans needed something to hate, something to discriminate against, something to kill. Bloodsucking undead? The perfect target. Many, many hate groups hunted us but it wasn’t that easy to kill a Vampire, especially not a trained one such as myself. Yet more and more where turning up in streets like these. There were three common factors to every death so far that I had stumbled across this month, and it was that mystery that drew me closer to the smouldering remains.
When one of us is killed we don’t just go up in flames, crumble into a pile of ashes but we don’t just lie there like a human corpse either. At first we do but leave as for a week or longer depending on the age and we will decay back to what we should look like if we died permanently when we where first killed. Gruesome sight, I’ve seen a 500 year old corpse after two weeks, made me sick to think what I’d look like. I finally reached the pile, id been walking slowly. At human pace, too busy reminiscing the battles fought and Vampires lost to hurry my footsteps, it wasn’t like the vampire was going anywhere in a hurry.
I took one look at the remains and knew we had another one. “Bollocks.” I cursed but only the rats could hear me and so far I have seen no proof that animals can understand us. I flicked the earpiece back on, I could heard BACH playing in the background, that kid really needed to get with the times. I had a faint idea the he was trying to impress me, maybe even seduce me. He wouldn’t be doing that if he knew what I was. I wasn’t going to tell him, he was one of the best partners I had so far and the only one who didn’t know that I liked to chow down on a neck.
“Bob, I have another one.” “Devon! Girl what happened, I couldn’t get hold of you, is your earpiece malfunctioning again?” I sighed, once more breathing in the rotting remains. I could just picture him with his messy blond surfer hair, innocent blue eyes and nerd glasses franticly searching for a new earpiece to give me when I got back. In fact he was, I could hear him. The kid was young by anyone’s standards. 20, the youngest partner I’ve had so far but my building is protected by state of the art security systems and the kid hacked straight through them to rob me, lucky for me I found him with an arm full of gear and employed him on the spot. Good kid, now that he has money from me and doesn’t need to steal to live.
“Bob, you know I like to patrol in silence, I am sorry if I worried you.” “No, no, it’s cool, you said you had another one?” “Yes, I am standing over the body now.” I bent down until I was inches from the remains. I could see blood splattered in patterns that I found strangely appealing around where the remains rested “Was killed here.” I could hear him typing franticly and paused until he was finished. “Amateur job, they threw accelerant on it but it still hasn’t burnt fully.” I touched the hip, it looked to be made of ash and it crumbled under my touch. “Maybe not so amateur.” I mumbled, Bob must have understood for he didn’t question, just typed. “Anything else?” I lowered my face closer to the skull, careful not to disturb it now that I knew that it could fall apart at any second and sniffed. We don’t need to breath, don’t need to inhale to smell but somehow it increases it, I’m no scientist I don’t know what animates us and as long as it does I don’t care.
“That same chemical smell as the others, it is faint, very faint, I don’t understand.” “Can you get a sample?” “It’s all ashes, if I touch it, it crumbles, could you get anything from that?” “Maybe, I doubt it, I got nothing from the flesh you got from the others. But, hey? Who knows.”He kept rambling but I blocked him out, he was too eager but time should change that, hopefully. I dug into my trench coat and produced one of those sealable sandwich bags. I scooped some ash into it from the crumpled hip and stowed it back into my pocket. “Okay, I got the sample.” More faint tapping of the keys, it mixed with Bach – Brandenburg Concerto No. 3, such a joyous tune for such a macabre occasion. The music seemed to mock me as I waited for him to finish typing and ask me to perform a task I really didn’t want to do.
“Okay, what happened?” “I don’t know.” “Well, why don’t you, you know...” As a Vampire, I am frozen in time. When you live defying time for long enough you become part of it and you don’t. Messing with time is complicated and if you mess with it long enough it can mutate you. The elders for example, have all mutated. “Do I have to?” I complained much like a two year old, only adding to the gross hilarity of the situation. Bob thought my mutation was my power and that I was a minor witch who’s family had been killed by Vampire’s, much like his parents had been. He thought I hunted the ‘bad’ ones as revenge. I didn’t correct him. He was part of a minor population of humans that knew more than just Vampires where out there.
“Fine.” I ripped off my left leather glove and reluctantly stretched out my bare hand until I touched the still warm ash of the twice deceased. “Killed very recently, she is still warm from the fire.” I added before my powers began to work. My body jolted, I imagined it looked like I was being electrocuted. My head snapped up and I howled in pain, it felt like it too.
Fear. Choking, crushing fear. I could feel the terror pulsing through the victim. “What’s happening?” She whimpered, she, woman’s voice. A girl, like the others. I was getting flashes of her last minutes on earth, the imprint she left upon it. She was scared confused, she smelt like blood but it was her own. I was in her body, I could tell. Innocent, she hadn’t killed. I felt pity for her, she wasn’t guilty. I could see the walls flashing past but at human pace. She was a new Vampire, she didn’t even know how to tap into her powers. Pain. I felt the gunshot splinter through her shoulder, mine. She stumbled, another bullet, this time in the small of the back. “Please, help me!” She screamed. It tore at my heart. I had the feel of her mind. Church goer, school council member, innocent. My blood boiled in anger through the pain that I now shared with her. She was still running, the newly acquired power she didn’t know how to use kept her going. Until the third bullet hit her in the ankle.
She fell and rolled onto her back, I could feel her fear and her acceptance. She knew she was going to die, she had nowhere to run. She could have climbed up the wall if she knew how but she hadn’t been trained, her master had abandoned her. She began to whisper a prayer, it hurt to do it, it burnt her gums but she didn’t care. She kept reciting her prayer. “Shut it bitch.” Someone growled at her but she kept her eyes closed. I felt the stake tipped with silver pierce her heart. Her eyes shot open but her vision was blurred by the blood pooling out of her eyes, I could feel it forcing its way through the mouth as she tried to scream. It ended. I screamed once I got the use of my vocal cords once more. My body gave one last spasm as I collapsed next to the body. “Fuck.”
“DEVON! DEVON!ARE YOU OKAY?” “Fuck.” I repeated stupidly, I never got used to that. BACH once more filled my ears along with Bob’s frantic yells. “Yeah, yeah I am fine. Bob she was innocent. He snorted slightly, I was pretty sure he thought there was no such thing as an innocent Vampire. “She was new, she’d just been turned she was still covered in her own blood.” “Like the others.” “Like the others.” “Damn, are you done for the night? I can take a look at the sample you collected.” “Yeah, yeah ,I am done, everything’s quiet tonight, even the Vamps are watching that idiots speech.” “Okay see you in ten?” “Give me a bit longer, I have to pick up something to get my strength back.” “Mhmm.” He mumbled before I turned my earpiece off, maybe he wasn’t as much in the dark about my condition as I thought.
I turned off the earpiece that permanently lived attached to my face, adjusted my mask and began my patrol around the grim streets of London. We shouldn’t have revealed ourselves to the humans. I made my way past an electronics store, nearly all shops where open during the night since we had came out. Hundreds of TV’s all turned to the same station carried there lying message to my oversensitive ears. The prime ministers speech. Every set in the country was tuned in most probably, thousands of ears all listening to the shit spill out of a greed fed mouth.
“The Vampire problem is under control. Our Night police division is the best in the world, there are many vampires that wish to live a peaceful life with us, we cannot allow one small group to bring this Great country to its knees, the UK has survived worse and it will survive this!” I tuned it out, under control my arse. Indeed there was a large majority of us who wish to live in peace, but even a small group of blood crazed idiot is a huge problem when they have incredible power behind them. We shouldn’t have revealed ourselves, I said it then, in the court of elders and I say it now to these dead streets. It was a mistake.
But in streets like these, where mothers couldn’t feed their children without whoring there aging bodies, out to men who supplied drugs to the rotting minds of youths. In streets like these where humans where murdered and no one intervened or cared. In streets like these no one cared what that fat trumped up idiot in Downing Street had to say. Streets like these had their own rules, their own leaders and their own law enforcers. That was why I was here. I cared, I intervened.
A stench I had smelt many times before and would do countless times again assaulted my sensitive nostrils. I stopped instantly, my boots scuffing against the pavement in protest. I pulled the collar of my leather jacket tighter around my neck, I hated that spiteful wind slashing at me, that spiteful wind that carried that awful smell.
I sighed, regrettably breathing it in. After hundreds of years I should have abandoned that human habit, but alas, the sentimental fool that I am clung to human traditions such as exhaling in acceptance of a task I didn’t want to do. I turned down the dimly lit alley way where the smell was coming from. I don’t know I bothered to look, I already knew what it was, my nose told me everything. Still, curiosity drove me deeper into the alleyway, more smells attacked me, piss, sex, blood and drugs. Just a typical alleyway, except for the dead Vampire. I could see the lump at the dead end, a human wouldn’t have yet, they probably wouldn’t even have smelt it until they where upon it. How did they survive with such lowered senses?
Flesh. Dead. Decaying. Burnt Flesh. A tale, tale sign of a vampire execution. It wasn’t uncommon. The UK barely had any racism anymore, any sexism. Humans needed something to hate, something to discriminate against, something to kill. Bloodsucking undead? The perfect target. Many, many hate groups hunted us but it wasn’t that easy to kill a Vampire, especially not a trained one such as myself. Yet more and more where turning up in streets like these. There were three common factors to every death so far that I had stumbled across this month, and it was that mystery that drew me closer to the smouldering remains.
When one of us is killed we don’t just go up in flames, crumble into a pile of ashes but we don’t just lie there like a human corpse either. At first we do but leave as for a week or longer depending on the age and we will decay back to what we should look like if we died permanently when we where first killed. Gruesome sight, I’ve seen a 500 year old corpse after two weeks, made me sick to think what I’d look like. I finally reached the pile, id been walking slowly. At human pace, too busy reminiscing the battles fought and Vampires lost to hurry my footsteps, it wasn’t like the vampire was going anywhere in a hurry.
I took one look at the remains and knew we had another one. “Bollocks.” I cursed but only the rats could hear me and so far I have seen no proof that animals can understand us. I flicked the earpiece back on, I could heard BACH playing in the background, that kid really needed to get with the times. I had a faint idea the he was trying to impress me, maybe even seduce me. He wouldn’t be doing that if he knew what I was. I wasn’t going to tell him, he was one of the best partners I had so far and the only one who didn’t know that I liked to chow down on a neck.
“Bob, I have another one.” “Devon! Girl what happened, I couldn’t get hold of you, is your earpiece malfunctioning again?” I sighed, once more breathing in the rotting remains. I could just picture him with his messy blond surfer hair, innocent blue eyes and nerd glasses franticly searching for a new earpiece to give me when I got back. In fact he was, I could hear him. The kid was young by anyone’s standards. 20, the youngest partner I’ve had so far but my building is protected by state of the art security systems and the kid hacked straight through them to rob me, lucky for me I found him with an arm full of gear and employed him on the spot. Good kid, now that he has money from me and doesn’t need to steal to live.
“Bob, you know I like to patrol in silence, I am sorry if I worried you.” “No, no, it’s cool, you said you had another one?” “Yes, I am standing over the body now.” I bent down until I was inches from the remains. I could see blood splattered in patterns that I found strangely appealing around where the remains rested “Was killed here.” I could hear him typing franticly and paused until he was finished. “Amateur job, they threw accelerant on it but it still hasn’t burnt fully.” I touched the hip, it looked to be made of ash and it crumbled under my touch. “Maybe not so amateur.” I mumbled, Bob must have understood for he didn’t question, just typed. “Anything else?” I lowered my face closer to the skull, careful not to disturb it now that I knew that it could fall apart at any second and sniffed. We don’t need to breath, don’t need to inhale to smell but somehow it increases it, I’m no scientist I don’t know what animates us and as long as it does I don’t care.
“That same chemical smell as the others, it is faint, very faint, I don’t understand.” “Can you get a sample?” “It’s all ashes, if I touch it, it crumbles, could you get anything from that?” “Maybe, I doubt it, I got nothing from the flesh you got from the others. But, hey? Who knows.”He kept rambling but I blocked him out, he was too eager but time should change that, hopefully. I dug into my trench coat and produced one of those sealable sandwich bags. I scooped some ash into it from the crumpled hip and stowed it back into my pocket. “Okay, I got the sample.” More faint tapping of the keys, it mixed with Bach – Brandenburg Concerto No. 3, such a joyous tune for such a macabre occasion. The music seemed to mock me as I waited for him to finish typing and ask me to perform a task I really didn’t want to do.
“Okay, what happened?” “I don’t know.” “Well, why don’t you, you know...” As a Vampire, I am frozen in time. When you live defying time for long enough you become part of it and you don’t. Messing with time is complicated and if you mess with it long enough it can mutate you. The elders for example, have all mutated. “Do I have to?” I complained much like a two year old, only adding to the gross hilarity of the situation. Bob thought my mutation was my power and that I was a minor witch who’s family had been killed by Vampire’s, much like his parents had been. He thought I hunted the ‘bad’ ones as revenge. I didn’t correct him. He was part of a minor population of humans that knew more than just Vampires where out there.
“Fine.” I ripped off my left leather glove and reluctantly stretched out my bare hand until I touched the still warm ash of the twice deceased. “Killed very recently, she is still warm from the fire.” I added before my powers began to work. My body jolted, I imagined it looked like I was being electrocuted. My head snapped up and I howled in pain, it felt like it too.
Fear. Choking, crushing fear. I could feel the terror pulsing through the victim. “What’s happening?” She whimpered, she, woman’s voice. A girl, like the others. I was getting flashes of her last minutes on earth, the imprint she left upon it. She was scared confused, she smelt like blood but it was her own. I was in her body, I could tell. Innocent, she hadn’t killed. I felt pity for her, she wasn’t guilty. I could see the walls flashing past but at human pace. She was a new Vampire, she didn’t even know how to tap into her powers. Pain. I felt the gunshot splinter through her shoulder, mine. She stumbled, another bullet, this time in the small of the back. “Please, help me!” She screamed. It tore at my heart. I had the feel of her mind. Church goer, school council member, innocent. My blood boiled in anger through the pain that I now shared with her. She was still running, the newly acquired power she didn’t know how to use kept her going. Until the third bullet hit her in the ankle.
She fell and rolled onto her back, I could feel her fear and her acceptance. She knew she was going to die, she had nowhere to run. She could have climbed up the wall if she knew how but she hadn’t been trained, her master had abandoned her. She began to whisper a prayer, it hurt to do it, it burnt her gums but she didn’t care. She kept reciting her prayer. “Shut it bitch.” Someone growled at her but she kept her eyes closed. I felt the stake tipped with silver pierce her heart. Her eyes shot open but her vision was blurred by the blood pooling out of her eyes, I could feel it forcing its way through the mouth as she tried to scream. It ended. I screamed once I got the use of my vocal cords once more. My body gave one last spasm as I collapsed next to the body. “Fuck.”
“DEVON! DEVON!ARE YOU OKAY?” “Fuck.” I repeated stupidly, I never got used to that. BACH once more filled my ears along with Bob’s frantic yells. “Yeah, yeah I am fine. Bob she was innocent. He snorted slightly, I was pretty sure he thought there was no such thing as an innocent Vampire. “She was new, she’d just been turned she was still covered in her own blood.” “Like the others.” “Like the others.” “Damn, are you done for the night? I can take a look at the sample you collected.” “Yeah, yeah ,I am done, everything’s quiet tonight, even the Vamps are watching that idiots speech.” “Okay see you in ten?” “Give me a bit longer, I have to pick up something to get my strength back.” “Mhmm.” He mumbled before I turned my earpiece off, maybe he wasn’t as much in the dark about my condition as I thought.
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