Karla Mouncey-Jaggers

The Darkness Within

In Book 1 on October 3, 2011 at 1:28 pm

WARNING : CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND TORTURE

“Inside there was a small male vampire, he looked about fifteen but he could have been fifteen hundred. He looked at me with eyes wide and calculating and then he was going for the window. I shot him in the shoulder and pinned him to the wall, to my satisfaction he cried out. I hadn’t missed, I wanted him alive, for now.  I fired again hitting him in the other shoulder, he was stuck there with both shoulders raised slighty like he was on a coat hanger. He flailed violently kicking his legs like an injured insect trying to crawl away. His mouth, neck and chest were covered in dried brown blood. I fired again into each leg and he jerked with both shots and then was still. Only his eyes moved following me as I moved towards him. “Bitch” he spat at me.

I calmed myself, pushed the anger and sickness down and buried it away. There would be time to deal with it later. Catch the killers. Kill the vampires. Stop this ever happening again. I’d cry later. I was in front of him now and his eyes were fixed on mine, if looks could kill. I stared into his eyes and let the hatred I felt for him fill my pupils. I reached for my phone and set it to record then I balanced it on the desk making sure it caught the vampire on film. He was eyeing the camera worriedly as he began to struggle again, pushing at the arrows and causing fresh blood to pour to the floor it was borrowed children’s blood.

 I pulled a syringe of garlic out of my belt and stabbed him in the neck with it. He flinched and then his head lolled forward like a drunk. I picked up a paper weight from the desk it was made of a heavy polished wood, maybe mahogany. I hit him across the face with it. Using my whole body to get maximum impact I pulled my arm back and hit him again. His head jerked with the force of it and he spat blood to the floor.

“Where is Vane?” I asked my voice didn’t sound how I felt, it came out low and controlled.

“Who?” he slurred. I hit him again.

“Where is Vane?” I repeated.

“Fuck you” he spat at me his blood flecked around his mouth. I dropped the paperweight and took a stake from my belt and for the first time he looked frightened. I stabbed him in the hand.

“Where is Vane?” My voice had risen in pitch and he screamed into my face like a pig. He didn’t respond this time, he looked down and took a long deep breath and then he fixed my with determined eyes and whispered.

“I’m more afraid of him than you” I smiled, slow and meaningful, I felt my body grow cold like stone. I took two stakes I stuck one in his other hand and the other in his stomach, I crucified the fucker.

“Tower Hill” he screamed through gritted teeth.

“How many vampires does he have?”

“About a hundred” he was crying, thick red tears, he’d cracked like an egg.

“Where in Tower Hill?” I asked

“Just fucking kill me” he shouted at me “I’m dead anyway”

“Where?” I shouted back at him twisting the stake in his stomach.

 He spat blood at me and I had a flash back, my spit on Mal’s  face and his tongue darting to lick it off it, was another real life memory and I could feel my neck aching. I turned away from the vampire and regained my breath whilst I leaned on the desk. What was I doing? I was torturing someone, had I become the villain? The de-human? This was wrong but I needed to find Vane because I had to stop this. I turned back to the vampire who was staring at me and breathing fast threw his nose. I had an idea. I went close to him almost nose to nose. I couldn’t tell he was weak , he looked stoned from the garlic and the blood loss. 

“What is the address?” I said slowly and he tried to shake his head. I leant to the side exposing Mal’s bite to him and he made a small whimper, I scratched the bite and took a sharp intake of breath as the wound opened and I was bleeding. I knew he would be famished because of the blood pouring out of him, “What is the address?” I whispered, my voice was shaking I was scared but I was determined. I could feel a drop of blood snake its way down my neck as I looked into his eyes to see his pupils dilate. He was staring at my neck and his mouth was half parted in an almost coital expression. “Address?” I moved away from him and he moaned like a kicked puppy and he began to struggle against the stakes. I moved closer again and he whispered “He’s under the tower” 

I felt elated but I needed to find Vane because I had to stop this. I turned back to the vampire who was staring at me and breathing fast threw his nose.  I had to get to Ben, to get back up and then get to Vane before morning. I went to leave lost in my thoughts I’d forgotten the vampire who growled at me. I turned back and pulled the stake out of his stomach and pushed it deep into his heart. Blood fountained our over my hand and arm then he screamed the sound of a dying man. I picked up my phone and walked out of the room to the sounds of a vampire dying in agony. It was a comforting sound as I wound my way threw the rows and rows of dead children.”

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