FicWad

This is the basic for the book I'm writing, so I really hope you enjoy it.



I hate my life. Or to be more precise, I hate my death.
“Are you ready?” asked David from outside the door.
“Yeah, hold on!” I called back, pulling on a pair of black Nikes and then stood up. “I’m coming,” I called again, walking across the small room Opening the door and came face to face with a man with red hair and dark green eyes.
“So, what are we delivering now?” I asked the twenty-one year old, pushing past him and closing my door behind me.
“A package to Shiloh Walker,” replied David. He waved a package the size of my hand in my face.
“Whatever,” I muttered. Then quieter, “I hate being an undead courier.”
“I heard that!” called David, catching up to me. He slung an arm over my shoulders, which I shrugged off.
“Well then you know how much I hate it then,” I muttered. “And before we go I’m getting something to eat,” I added.
“You could have come down and eaten earlier you know,” grumbled David, keeping pace with me down the hall.
Shaking my head violently, I replied, “You know I refuse to David.”
“Well why?” demanded the man. “It doesn’t matter you know. You will eventually.”
“Ugh I’m so hungry,” was my only reply. We descended the steps and I made a left into the big kitchen. I heard voices from the other rooms and carefully skirted them. In the kitchen I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a big plastic cup of a thick red substance. Pulling the top open, I poured it down my throat, cringing at the awful taste. It was this stuff that kept me sane, this stuff that kept me from committing manslaughter. It was a mix of blood, not human mind you, along with garlic powder and a few other things. Now I know, I should be allergic to garlic, being the bloodsucker I am, but in small amounts it only deters me from drinking blood, not kill me.
My fangs lengthened as the thick liquid hit my tongue and then my throat. Ugh how disgusting. After a minute I stopped drinking out of the big pitcher and leveled it, whipping my mouth on my long sleeve.
My name is Riley Shamhezai. Or Riley Sham for short. I’m seventeen year old vampire. I’ve only been a vampire for two months, but I’m already an outcast. Why, you ask? Because I refuse to drink human blood. I don’t want to be a killer, not like the others.
The only things, I think, that kept the other bloodsuckers from killing me are my abilities and my look. I’m not beautiful, but I’m not ugly, I don’t think, either. I have long dark brown hair with a streak of white in the front that my best friend did while I was sleeping. When I was alive, my eyes were grey. Now, it seems, they’re silver. I’m also tall, and very good at running away. When I was alive I loved martial arts and stuff like that. I find that it comes in handy now.
A few things you may not know about vampires. Yes, the sun will burn us, but only if we look at it. So we all wear sunglasses during the day if we’re outside. And yes, usually we sleep during the day, but we don’t have to. It’s just convenient.
We need blood. But as I have found, it doesn’t have to be human. Though if I drank human blood, I would probably be a lot stronger, and be able to use my powers more than sparingly. See, vampires have powers, and those powers are as unique as the person.
For me? Well, I have this ability where if I get mad, people tend to get hurt. It doesn’t work a lot though, since I’m weaker than the average bloodsucker. It’s all because of my diet. But I still refuse to drink human blood.
“Are you coming?” griped David from the hall.
Rolling my eyes, I sat the pitcher back in the fridge and kicked the door shut. Then I rejoined David in the hallway.
He sniffed he air and wrinkled his nose disgustedly. “Do you have to drink that stuff?” he growled, shuddering.
“Because I was hungry!” I retorted, hissing and showing David my fangs.
David hissed back, showing his own pearly whites. I narrowed my eyes and walked past him. I’m the weakest vampire in the coven, so if I try and fight back I usually get the crap beat out of me. Again, if I only drank human blood….Yeah, I’m always like this, wistful. If only I hadn’t been bitten. If only I drank human blood. You know the routine.
After I slid on a pair of black sunglasses, I stepped out onto the small porch of the big apartment building. It was owned by vampires, and the whole Louisville population lived here. It was almost dark, but not quite enough to take my sunglasses off. I could feel the late evening sun soaking into my black long sleeved shirt and black denim jeans that were ripped in several places. The gothic stereotype vampire, that’s me. Not. No, I just like wearing black. And no, I don’t wear black makeup. Nor any makeup for that matter.
“Do you even know where Walker is?” asked David, catching up to me and hooking onto my arm. I rolled my eyes but didn’t pry him off. He was like a parasite, always hooking on me.
“Yup,” I replied, still walking.
“Well why are you going this way?” he demanded, brushing his brown hair away from his face.
“Shortcut,” I replied, finally shaking him off. There were a few people walking the sidewalks, normal people. I looked at David and jerked my chin upward. He glanced upward and paled.
“No,” he said, absolutely-“
“Do you want to get there tomorrow?” I snarled. I was already making my way into an alley. “All we have to do is wait a couple of minutes, and then,” I shrugged, he knew what I meant.
In the alley I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes and making my breathing even.
“Why do you breath?” asked David, walking into the alley after me.
I shrugged, “Habit.”
David mumbled something about idiocy and unneeded things as we waited for the sun to finish setting. Since it was December twenty-ninth, it didn’t take long.
When it was nearly black in the sky, though cities are never completely dark, I pushed off the wall and stretched my arms. Then I stretched my legs as David did the same. We both took off our sunglasses, our jewel-like eyes glittering in the darkness. I’ve come to find that a vampire’s eyes glitter in the dark, and look like precious jewels. Well, except mine, which look like silver instead of a stone. I’ve seen vampires with red eyes, blue eyes, purple eyes, gold eyes, but none ever with eyes like mine. And trust me, I know over fifty bloodsuckers.
Quickly I looked at David, who nodded and tucked the medium sized package under his arm. I crouched, then jumped, hitting the side of a building and simply standing up. David slipped on his first try, and when he tried again I caught his arm and steadied him. I don’t know why he’s so bad at this, he’s nearly a year older than me in undead time. But then, I’m better at this then the other vampires, most of them, and running too. I’m really fast and can outrun all but the Ancients.
When David was steady, I let go and walked quickly up the side of the building, David following clumsily. When I reached the top I swung myself onto the roof, then leaned down to help David up as well.
“I hate this,” he grumbled, trailing behind me. I didn’t answer, but when to the other side of the roof. From there I jumped, landing on the building that was a good ten feet away. I stumbled when I hit, falling to my knees on the hard surface.
David landed beside me, looking down at me. “You know, if you ate proper meals,” he began, but I waved him quiet.
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Ten rooftops and twenty minutes later, I swung over the side of a medium sized building, walking down. This time David actually fell, and hit the ground with a sickening thud.
Rolling my eyes, I continued my descent. And when I got over to him I tapped him with the toe of my Nikes. “Get up, David,” I demanded, folding my arms. “It doesn’t take that long to repair broken bones.”
David groaned and stood up slowly, making sure everything still worked. “Well sorry,” he sneered. “But some of those broken bones were sticking into important organs. Like my brain,” he tapped his temple.
“Your skull splintered into your brain?” I snorted, covering my mouth as David leered. He stomped off and I followed, still fighting not to laugh.
In a few more minutes we reached Shiloh Walker’s house. David hung back, and I wasn’t too excited either. Shiloh was a very mean witch. Very mean.
“Well, get on with it,” David gestured to her door. She lived in a small house that looked like it had seen better years. Or centuries.
“No,” I shook my head violently, “You’re stronger, you go,” I shoved him lightly in the back. That was when I saw them. Only out of the corner of my eye. There were other vampires here. “David,” I muttered quietly. Though they were concealing themselves, I could still sense them a little bit.
“I know,” the vampire beside me muttered. He squared his shoulders and walked up to the door.
I didn’t move.
David stepped up onto the large deck that went all the way across the front of Shiloh’s house. He looked around, saw I wasn’t there, and turned around to glare at me.
Slowly, very slowly, I walked up to stand with him on the deck. Let me explain something. Concealment is something a vampire only gets after being a vampire for at least ten years. And couriers are the weakest vampires in a coven. And in conclusion, the equation here is me times David plus the other vampires here times Shiloh Walker equals what?
Screwed.
Yup, we were in trouble here if these other bloodsuckers decided they didn’t like us. But on the good side, our coven would seek revenge….but that doesn’t make me feel any better right now.
David was just standing there, milling about. So I took charge. Quickly and loudly I rapped on the door, keeping tabs on the vampires that were skulking around. There were about four of them, if I was right. Even though it was hard to tell, since they kept shimmering from one place to another to keep us confused. That was another thing, shimmering takes being at least five years old.
As I stood there, I debated knocking again, but before I could muster up the courage, the door opened.
A wizened old woman stood there, black eyes glaring. She glanced at David, then fixed her gaze on me. Shiloh Walker was at least four hundred years old. She had wrinkled skin and iron grey hair. Her eyes were black and looked like pits of hatred.
“What do you want, Vampire of Gavin?” she snarled, using our Master’s name. And no, she didn’t mean like ownership. Though I guess you could look at it that way. All covens had a master, whoever was the most powerful and usually pretty old. I think Gavin was about three hundred and sixty four. Or was it sixty-five?
“We have a package for you, Mistress Walker,” I replied, using a formal voice. I’m originally from Nice, France. So my voice has a touch of an accent to it. My family moved to the US when I was ten. I never lost my entire French accent.
“ Hmph,” Shiloh looked to David again. “Well one of you can come in, the other must wait. I already have company,” she growled.
I looked at David, and his eyes flashed. “Mistress….” I began, but she cut me off.
“Whoever stays out here has my protection,” she spoke to the surrounding area more than us.
David shrugged and handed me the package, then. He stepped back to lean against the deck rail, as I followed Shiloh Walker inside.
She led me to her sitting room, and in there….was furniture. Oh, and a guy. A really hot guy. And a really undead guy. He looked about eighteen, but I could sense a lot of power coming from him.
“Sit,” ordered Shiloh as she settled down in an armchair. The only other seat was on the sofa. Next to the guy who was already there. And I think I should take this time to explain what he looked like.
The vampire had black hair and I could see the eyeliner that ringed his eyes. Oh yeah, stereotype much. He was looking at the ceiling, so I could see that his eyes were red. They looked like garnets set in his pale face. He had long legs, and one was crossed over the other.
Shiloh cleared her throat and the man looked at me. Wow was his stare intense. It was like a weight was suddenly thrown in my face, and it made me stumble.
The man’s face broke into a smile and he stood up gracefully, as if using muscles that I was sure only belonged to a cat.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a dark sexy voice. “I wasn’t paying attention.” He walked over to me and waved a hand in front of my face.
I blinked and looked up at him, he was still staring at me amusedly.
“Err…umm,” I stuttered, now I sounded like an idiot. Without another word. Or incomprehensible noise, I walked past the man and sat on the far side of the sofa.
The man sat down on the other side, courteously staying on his side and giving me as much room as possible.
“As I was saying,” continued the man, with a sidelong glance at me. “If you would-“ but suddenly he was cut off as a crash sounded form outside. Both of us jumped up, and Shiloh simply stood up slowly, rolling her eyes.
She was the first one outside, moving faster than I would thought possible for someone her age. She threw open the door and groaned.
I pushed past the man who was sitting beside me, and slipped past Shiloh. The sight that awaited me made me groan as well.
David was on the deck, being pinned down by someone else. Another vampire, I could see. This one was a girl who looked to be around twenty one. She had one hand raised and her nails were like talons. Out of the corner of my eye I could see three more vampires, still shimmering, but closer this time.
Then the woman’s hand descended, and David let out a scream. Quick as a flash I lunged forward, using my momentum to knock the woman away from my….comrade. We hit the ground with me on top and I hissed at her, showing my fangs. She stared at me for a second before something hit me much as I had her. It knocked me off and whoever it was rolled with me to the ground. I couldn’t see the face of my attacker well, since he was so tall. We grappled for a minute, me kicking and hitting anywhere I could, him doing much the same. But before long the winner of our little wrestling match was decided. Let’s put it this way, it wasn’t me.
It much ended up like so. I tried to punch whoever was above me, and I felt his hands close over my wrist. The vampire above me did the same with my other hand, and his lower body was pinning mine so that whoever it was, they sitting on my hips. And well, there’s really not much you can do when you’re pinned like that, trust me. So I looked up and hissed at my attacker.
And guess who it was? The guy from inside, the one who had seemingly almost knocked me over with the weight of his gaze. And now he was sitting on me.
Now, most sensible vampires with a survival instinct would have just laid there and looked pretty. Me, I hissed, showing him my fangs. And for all of you who aren’t vampires, this is like a challenge, it’s like saying, “I’m so much better than you it’s pathetic.”
The man blinked down at me, his eyes narrowing. Then he looked up and I turned my head to see what he was looking at. David. He had been walking toward us, but now he stopped as the man looked at him. “Come any closer and she dies,” he threatened, baring his fangs.
For some odd reason, I was hoping that he would have a retarded moment. Where he would…I don’t know, let go or something. Or maybe that he would spontaneously combust. Whichever came first. For whatever the reason, I surged upward, using all of my strength. I twisted my hands in his grip, kicked my legs, tried to twist out of his hold…and you know what it got me? A look. A simple look like I was a toddler throwing a tantrum. The man looked at me again, this time as if I were a simple child. This made me so mad. I felt my power like something rising inside of me. I focused on him as my power broke over him like a tidal wave. And what did he do? Did he fall off me screaming? Did he yell? Cry? Even whimper? No. But his eyes did widen. Now he was looking at me as if he had no clue what in the hell I was.
So, was this good or bad?
“I promised them protection on my property,” spoke Shiloh suddenly. She walked toward us across the lawn.
The vampire who was sitting on me didn’t move. He did however look up at the old witch and blink. And that’s when I saw his chest move. Which meant he was breathing. Why was he breathing?
Shiloh folded her arms and came to a standstill a foot away from us, glaring like we were children doing something we weren’t supposed to. “As for your offer, Mr. Evers, I must think about it. It is no small thing you want me to do,” she said carefully.
Mr. Evers, who was presently still sitting on me. And I was starting to really feel uncomfortable about this, even though he was being pretty careful about not letting his weight rest on me more than enough to keep me on the ground. He inclined his head, then looked down at me. “And can I trust you not to try and kill me or my friends if I let you up?” he asked.
I opened my mouth, but David spoke before me in a sarcastic tone, “You can’t trust her for anything,” he growled, glaring at me like it was my fault he had a big gaping wound in his chest.
The guy still sitting on me looked down at me again and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Just get off,” I sneered, rolling my eyes.
He did so, which surprised me. And when he was up he offered me a hand.
Me, being the generous undead person I am, knocked it away and jumped up on my own. I staggered a bit, and David had to catch me so I didn’t fall.
“You okay?” he asked softly.
I glanced at him, “I’m hungry,” I whined softly.
“Well it’s your own fault-,” he began, but I cut him off.
“Just stop it!” I snarled, showing my fangs. He did so, letting go of me when I jerked out of his hold.
The other five vampires were standing on the other side of Shiloh Walker, while David and I stood on the other. Evers, or whatever his name was, was standing a bit in front of the other four.
“Here,” I stepped forward and thrust the package out in front of me at arms’ length.
Evers regarded me for a moment before Shiloh took it from me, regarding me as well. And David took that moment to pass out.
I turned around and just stared at his limp form before snorting and turning back to Shiloh. The other vampires and the witch were staring at him.
“He’ll live,” I promised. David was like a cockroach. He never died. “Do you have a message for my master, Mistress Walker?” I asked, with all due deference.
“Are you a courier?” asked one of the other vampires, though not Evers.
I glanced at him, but didn’t answer. It wasn’t in my job description to answer lowlifes like him. Expectantly, I turned back to Ms. Walker.
“You can tell Gavin that I appreciate this, and that I especially like this courier,” she told me, smiling a bit.
Taken aback, I nodded. “Then I will take my leave,” I murmured. Turning around, I bent down and gathered David in my arms. Straining, I picked him up, staggering under his weight.
I threw David over my shoulder and walked off, jumping onto the side of the building and walked up it quickly.
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