Strange reactions

Darius

 

Sonya stalks back to the shop after I tell her goodnight, but I don’t return to

the shed. For some reason, I am compelled to make sure she gets there safely.

It’s not the possible enemy paranoia that I usually feel. I feel paranoid for her,

not because of her. Good thing too, a creature that seems to have been

birthed of Crayola parentage marches towards her. When standing as they

are, there are similar physical qualities, but that’s the end of it. It seems the

girl is complaining to Sonya but not showing much aggression. I consider

hanging back and letting them work it out, but then the girl grabs Sonya and

shakes her violently.  I put my hood up and emerge from the fog of the night,

enticing gasps from both of them. “Is there a problem here ladies?” The

plastic looking one clutches Sonya and starts to stutter an answer. “N-no just

some sisterly bonding is all.” She replies, flashing nervous Barbie doll smile. I

glare at her, hoping that It will convince her to leave. When she remains

frozen in fear, I step it up a notch. “It’s pretty dangerous out here this late.

Maybe you should get home.” The colorful one stammers on, agreeing with

me, though I don’t hear much of what she says. She shouts trying to pull

Sonya along with her but Sonya seems focused on me. I flash her a final smile

but I’m not sure that she sees. The colorful one gives another shout and a

final tug and pulls Sonya into the shop. As they enter the shop, my curiosity

gets the better of me; the kind of curiosity one experiences when inspecting a

lethal- looking insect. I focus on the walking mound of make-up and push with

my mind into hers. Gotta call the cops, let them handle that scarred creeper.

She thinks while Sonya tries to convince her not to. I push a little harder,

feeling my eyes change to a hypnotic shade of purple. I plant a though in her

mind, knowing now that her name is Meredith. “You’re right. I’m sure that it’ll

all be better in the morning.” I make her say.  Without another word she goes

obediently to her bedroom and I knock her out, erasing the memory from her

mind. With that taken care of, I decide to check things out in the front of the

shop. As I walk I bump into someone else. “Watch it D. I bruise easy.” It was

Vladimir, one of Viktor’s sons. “Yes but it will heal instantly. Remember Vlad.” 

He is the only one who can match my fighting skills, and far surpasses me in

looks. Flawless, pale skin, ice blue eyes, everything I don’t have. I wouldn’t be

surprised if he seduces Sonya within seconds after meeting her. “What are

you doing out here anyways Vlad? It’s your brother Nickoli’s  turn to take

watch, remember?” “It is.” He answers. “He is out there right now, but dad

said to check on you, see if you’ve fed. I just caught a couple of prime bucks,

care to join me?” “Have the others fed yet?” I ask. Vlad rolls his eyes jokingly,

“Such a worry wart. YES! We all took turns hunting.” “I’m only looking out for

my kind.” I reply. Vlad gives a smug smile that makes me suspicious but there

is no room for conflict with lives at stake. We needed to stay hidden and that

meant not drawing attention to themselves especially over slight paranoia. I

follow Vlad back to the shed, making sure that we are not seen.  Later, I toss

and turn, flashes of Sonya enter and exit my mind. Why do I feel compelled to

make sure she is safe? Why do I feel compelled to act on even the slightest

threat to her? Was it just that she was the one who kept us hidden? I didn’t

know and surely didn’t have time to let myself get wrapped up in thought

about it. I had to protect my kind, that would only logically mean that I must

protect Sonya too, and that was what I would do.

 

Author's Note

chapter 5, written by kent. Enjoy guys

Reviews

[Steven]

when vampires hunt is it different when they fight? difference in technique i mean. in all the movies when they say "lets hunt!" it looks the same when they fight... does it mean the level of risk?

[writ rajat]

its a awesome thought i ever get in my life