Chapter 1...
It has been two months since Dracula was defeated and Cronos took off. Two months we've been sweeping the country taking out every vampire we could. Except this time we have a new weapon. Redjac shots are some badass biological weapon that dusts every vampire in about a three-mile radius. With some new recruits the Shadow Slayers have replenished the ranks for a final sweep. Every week it's the same routine, the team heads out to infiltrate some kind of vampire hotspot and proceeds to the center of it all to shoot off our little puppies which obliterates every mother fucking vampire in the area. We found a while back that at these hotspots have some elaborate underground bases. So we can't just shoot of our little sunspots outside their hideouts and wait till everyone is fried. We can't just waste Redjac shots as if they were bullets, waste not want not. That's the way it has been for two months and I have to admit that the pleasure never wears at seeing these bloodsucking shits melting like the friggin wicked witch of the west. Every time I see these punks die I can still picture so prettily in my mind when Danika Talons took it into her black system. Tonight should be no different except I have this strange unsettled feeling in my gut.
"Jesus," Michael panted as he dragged Liz up an alleyway.
"Fuck, if I didn't know these suck heads so well I'd say we lost 'em." He said this more to himself since Liz was currently unconscious. He focused his attention on her as he stopped for a moment to rest. His eyes scanned her bloody body. 'ha more like completely blood soaked body, I sure as hell hope she didn't inhale too much in.' He tried to see if she had any serious wounds but there was no way to tell if any of the blood was actually hers. He suddenly quieted his breathing and pulled himself and Liz up against the wall as he heard running footsteps. He let out a sigh of relief once they passed. He whispered to Liz as he held her against his body, "I tell you Lizzie, if I could have saved them I would."
We were moving in like snakes, stealthily and through the back door. This was just a standard club where vampires could get their happies.
"Piece of cake, huh Liz?" I say into my comm.
"It's all in the routine," her voice responded into my earpiece making me smile. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like having that voice scream my name. I shake my head to get the illicit fantasies out so I can focus on the task at hand.
One. Two. Three. I burst into the main dance room at the same time Liz and four other Shadow Slayers burst into the room expecting to find a crowd of gyrating bloodsuckers. We aren't disappointed. Suddenly the music stops and everyone turns around to look at us. The room practically pulses as the strobe lights flicker and in every corner there is a small waterfall of blood which empties into small little bathtubs. Bloodbaths. Nasty motherfuckers. It feels like they are a deliberate audience, well if they've been waiting for an ass kicking then this crowd won't be disappointed if I have anything to say about it. Two sides of the room are completely separated, us against them. Suddenly one vampire steps forwards.
"How nice of you to visit." He sneered at us. That's Liz's cue. She steps forward and pulls out a redjac shot and it whistles across the room and embeds itself into his head. We wait for his body to toast up. But something's wrong. I keep thinking my eyes are deceiving me as the strobe light flickers through the room. He's not dead. In fact he throws another nasty little grin our way as he rips the syringe from his head.
Shit.
Suddenly the room is in a tandem as the entire vampire ranks rush at the six of us. Four come at me and like lightening I whip out my ladies and shoot them down. I keep shooting but they keep coming. I wish I could spare a second to look around to see how the rest are doing. I'm out of ammo and I resort to stabbing them with my silver stakes and breaking necks with my bare hands. An icy shiver passes through my spine. When I stab through a vamp in front of me with my silver spike he goes down giving a clear view of Liz fighting. She looks as tired as me but she is still fighting, good girl. Suddenly a right boot connects with her temple and before she even starts falling I can tell she is out. Her body sways back and her body connects with the pond of blood and she goes under. Panic flares up in me and I viciously lash out against the fuckers near me as I desperately try to make my way to her. As I push and fight my way through the crowd I see the other team members or what was left of them on the floor with large amounts of blood pooling around their bodies.
Only one other than me is left standing. Janine is fighting hard but from my view she is tired and scared shitless. I stop making my way towards Liz for a moment and deal with the cocksuckers near me. I'm faced with a decision. Go and save Janine or save Liz. Either way the death of one will stay on my shoulders for the rest of my life. I continue making my way to Liz making a split second decision since god know how much blood she has consumed by now.
I'm moving towards her but it feels too slow. Every second I'm delayed is another second she is suffocating. For one of the first times in my life I start to pray.
I finally make it to the blood bath and yank her body from it as I pull out the gun I swiped off the body of a fellow dead Shadow Slayer and blow clips into their bodies. But Jesus, they just keep coming. I'm backed against a window with Liz's dead weight over my shoulder. I just fucking hope it isn't really dead weight. I see Janine finally go down. Suddenly the vamps stop advancing on me for a moment to let one speak.
"You didn't think we would all wait for you to come and get us like dumb fucking sitting ducks did you? For every disease there is a remedy and we found it. Poor stupid humans, trying to play hero." I discreetly look behind me and see a dumpster bellow the window
I grin at her, "Well I guess we'll just have to keep looking for another remedy to get rid of you pitiful blood sucking std infested slutty ass, huh?" With that I send an amen up to what I hope is heaven, and hurtle through the window.
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Chapter 2...
It was dark, cold, and ominous as Michael made his way through the long alleyways with the now blood encrusted Liz over his shoulder. He stopped once or twice to see if he could rouse her from her unconscious state but no such luck. Michael finally saw a large abandoned warehouse that looked good enough to hide in for a while so he could figure out what to do next.
Michael entered the warehouse and set Liz gently against a wall so that he himself could collapse next to her. His breathing was slightly harsh because of his rushed passages through the never-ending labyrinth of cruddy alleyways.
Suddenly Michael perked up when a crashing sound came from outside the front door. He spared a glance to the comatose Liz, then stood up and took a fighting stance. The doors burst open as maybe twenty vampires flooded the room blocking the only exit.
"Shit, shit, shit." He said under his breath as he calculated the odds of getting him and Liz out of there with a few bullets left and silver spikes.
"Oh yeah, I'm fucked."
The next thing he knew it was raining glass from above. Michael shielded his face from the onslaught of sharp glass shards. When his arms fell away he found he wasn't alone anymore. Déjà vu.
Standing right next to him was the tough almighty bad ass Cronos. In flurry of black leather duster and shimmering steel, heads were severed and dust was certainly blowing in the wind. Not one to be left out of the action Michael jumped next to Cronos's side and proceeded to seriously kick some vampire ass.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a vampire sneak by him and advance on the tasty treat that was Liz. Just before his fangs descended into the luscious flesh of Liz Logan, his head popped off his body like a champagne cork and landed in a heap of ash. Michael stepped forward with a long shard of glass in hand.
"That's right you shit seed whose your daddy?" Michael allowed himself a satisfied smirk before he turned around to face the rest of the bloodsuckers. However, all that remained was Cronos and a large amount of dust.
"Just taking a walk through the neighborhood?" Michael threw at the ever stoic Cronos. Cronos raised an eyebrow to remind Michael of how annoyed he becomes at Michael's antics.
