Date with a Vampire Hunter
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The Ruse
For the first inconsistency, I noted the face; they were close . . . but not the same. The armor was the same, battered with battle . . . but it was not battered in the same places. The sword I held . . . was the same sword I had destroyed earlier.
I paused, then slowly stood up with the blade still pressed to the side of his neck. I backed up, while he sat up slowly, his fingers twitching to grab another of his many weapons. I lowered the blade and raised my free hand and signed.
Victor.
He froze.
Foxtrot, came the countersign.
We stared at each other, searching memories, searching faces, and trying to piece everything together. Suddenly, I knew who this was. Suddenly, I knew what I had been fighting beforehand.
It all made sense. Khavik had nearly duped me.
“Ron?” I asked hesitantly. He nodded and slowly—cautiously—stood up.
“Darken.” He looked at me in disbelief.
I nodded. And then the explanations began.
I paused, then slowly stood up with the blade still pressed to the side of his neck. I backed up, while he sat up slowly, his fingers twitching to grab another of his many weapons. I lowered the blade and raised my free hand and signed.
Victor.
He froze.
Foxtrot, came the countersign.
We stared at each other, searching memories, searching faces, and trying to piece everything together. Suddenly, I knew who this was. Suddenly, I knew what I had been fighting beforehand.
It all made sense. Khavik had nearly duped me.
“Ron?” I asked hesitantly. He nodded and slowly—cautiously—stood up.
“Darken.” He looked at me in disbelief.
I nodded. And then the explanations began.
Death isn’t a state of nothingness. It’s a journey. What path are you forging?
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Standing before my Savior
We studied at each other for several minutes, weighing each other’s reactions and possible actions, saying nothing. What was I supposed to say? You’re better-looking than your Nightmare?. I think not.
Ron kept his “piece” up and at the ready, but he gave no other inclination that promoted hostility. Distance was maintained almost perfectly; we were skirting along thin ice. We had already proven our fighting skills to each other, and I don’t think we wanted to put them to the test again.
I guess I should say it now, seeing as he wasn’t going to try and stake me immediately.
“Um, you do know that you’re my . . . my, well. You’re the one.” Khavik had told the truth.
He nodded. “I suspected as much.”
“Thank you.” I cautiously dropped the blade and nudged it his way with my foot, my hand smoking. He slowly knelt with his eyes and piece trained on me before picking it up.
“I was there to kill a vampire, not save you.” He sheathed it.
I shrugged. “But I appreciate it, nonetheless.”
“It’s what I do. If I had found you at the scene, you would have been staked, too. So forget it.”
I nodded and shrugged again. Obviously, I couldn’t forget what he had done for me. But apparently Ron was all for it. For that reason, I merely stood there, uncertain of what to actually do next. He wanted nothing to do with me; while the situation seemed to work out well from that standpoint, it didn’t bode well to my conscience.
“Um . . . you remember my promise on the boards,” I said almost shyly, recalling my promise against his Nightmare and voiding it. I found his shotgun and slid it over. He took it with the same apprehension as the blade. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, in just the fashion I had always been trying to do for so long since recovering my Will.
“Look, Darken, I’m going to be blunt,” he said brusquely. I don’t need your help. I don’t want your help. I have enough to worry about with Rhonda and protecting the innocents on the streets from threats like you and yours. You ain’t going to be taking a stroll with the sun up, and unless you change your mind on that, I can’t help you. Good night.”
I nodded. He began to back up and so did I; but neither of us would turn our backs to the other. I gave a final parting comment.
“Good luck with Rhonda. Raising a girl is a far cry from keeping the streets safe. If you need any help with either one . . .” I left the sentence unfinished, but the meaning clear.
He flicked his chin curtly, and even surprised me with a reply. “I will be keeping both eyes and ears peeled Darken. If I suspect you’re the cause of even so much as a bad dream among the innocent folks here in the Blight, I will come for you.”
I nodded.
And waited until he was out of sight before smiling.
It was good to know I could count on my savior.
Ron kept his “piece” up and at the ready, but he gave no other inclination that promoted hostility. Distance was maintained almost perfectly; we were skirting along thin ice. We had already proven our fighting skills to each other, and I don’t think we wanted to put them to the test again.
I guess I should say it now, seeing as he wasn’t going to try and stake me immediately.
“Um, you do know that you’re my . . . my, well. You’re the one.” Khavik had told the truth.
He nodded. “I suspected as much.”
“Thank you.” I cautiously dropped the blade and nudged it his way with my foot, my hand smoking. He slowly knelt with his eyes and piece trained on me before picking it up.
“I was there to kill a vampire, not save you.” He sheathed it.
I shrugged. “But I appreciate it, nonetheless.”
“It’s what I do. If I had found you at the scene, you would have been staked, too. So forget it.”
I nodded and shrugged again. Obviously, I couldn’t forget what he had done for me. But apparently Ron was all for it. For that reason, I merely stood there, uncertain of what to actually do next. He wanted nothing to do with me; while the situation seemed to work out well from that standpoint, it didn’t bode well to my conscience.
“Um . . . you remember my promise on the boards,” I said almost shyly, recalling my promise against his Nightmare and voiding it. I found his shotgun and slid it over. He took it with the same apprehension as the blade. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, in just the fashion I had always been trying to do for so long since recovering my Will.
“Look, Darken, I’m going to be blunt,” he said brusquely. I don’t need your help. I don’t want your help. I have enough to worry about with Rhonda and protecting the innocents on the streets from threats like you and yours. You ain’t going to be taking a stroll with the sun up, and unless you change your mind on that, I can’t help you. Good night.”
I nodded. He began to back up and so did I; but neither of us would turn our backs to the other. I gave a final parting comment.
“Good luck with Rhonda. Raising a girl is a far cry from keeping the streets safe. If you need any help with either one . . .” I left the sentence unfinished, but the meaning clear.
He flicked his chin curtly, and even surprised me with a reply. “I will be keeping both eyes and ears peeled Darken. If I suspect you’re the cause of even so much as a bad dream among the innocent folks here in the Blight, I will come for you.”
I nodded.
And waited until he was out of sight before smiling.
It was good to know I could count on my savior.
Death isn’t a state of nothingness. It’s a journey. What path are you forging?
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(Suddenl bolts upright from his coma)
"HAH!!! Ron & Cee; I knew it! "
(Suddenly lapses back into his coma)
"HAH!!! Ron & Cee; I knew it! "
(Suddenly lapses back into his coma)
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"Too serve and protect", somethin' bout that gets a lil' blurred when dealin' with the supernatural.
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"Without a sense of humor, one is already dead." Looks like ol' Ben's still got a good fight in him.
Well, this weekend, I'll be heading to Ron's... Knowing that Celeste is in town...well...
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Be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting vampires. Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh...
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Alone, this Khavik would probably have me dead in five seconds. With Ron and Celeste in town, not to mention Bert and members of both Shadow's and Kolya's team... This fuckwad ain't gonna know what hit him.
Look out, Blight; the Druid's back in town.
Well, this weekend, I'll be heading to Ron's... Knowing that Celeste is in town...well...
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Be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting vampires. Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh...
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Alone, this Khavik would probably have me dead in five seconds. With Ron and Celeste in town, not to mention Bert and members of both Shadow's and Kolya's team... This fuckwad ain't gonna know what hit him.
Look out, Blight; the Druid's back in town.
I am not A bitch...I am THE bitch. And to you, I'm MS Bitch.
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I don't understand a couple of things here:
The vampire I chased and (what I can only guess was my clone) killed . . . who was that and how does (did) she play into all of this?
Why would Not Me work with a vampire? If there is a list of things anyone coming from my compound would never do, working with a vampire has to be number 2 on the list.
The vampire I chased and (what I can only guess was my clone) killed . . . who was that and how does (did) she play into all of this?
Why would Not Me work with a vampire? If there is a list of things anyone coming from my compound would never do, working with a vampire has to be number 2 on the list.
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(Bolts upright from his coma)
"Evil Ron meet Evil Cee, Evil Cee meet Evil Ron!"
(Lapses back into his coma)
"Evil Ron meet Evil Cee, Evil Cee meet Evil Ron!"
(Lapses back into his coma)
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