Urban Legend by Unknown

Author:Unknown [Unknown]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T07:21:50+00:00

Chapter Six

Blood stung his eyes as Nonnenberg clawed through shards and steaming metal. His bones were screaming, his skin cold. Each breath was like a rake of splintered ice. He couldn’t die when immortality was near. He couldn’t die because dying was weak and he’d been promised strength. He couldn’t die simply because he wouldn’t.

They were long gone, the Vampyre bitch and the human who stood for her, leaving him here to death and cold and night. He clawed and crawled and made his way over the asphalt, blood dripping after him like breadcrumbs.

He had to get away from here. The cops would come; humans with their blissful lives of ignorance and weakness. They didn’t know the ease with which their throats could crush, their necks could snap, or some of them could be lucky enough to have their souls dragged out and replaced with strength. So blissful in their ignorance. So… human.

Hate drove him on, hate that he was one of them. Weak. Mortal. He’d taken lives before, and never felt empathy for those he sent to Hell or Heaven. He wouldn’t join them. He wouldn’t.

He crawled into the bushes, and with bleeding palms felt over his hips for the cell phone still clinging to his belt as if by a miracle. He couldn’t hold it still as he punched in the digits with trembling fingers.

The voice that answered was cool, clipped and exotic. “You lost her.”

“Yeah. I crashed. I’m fine but --”

“You’re bleeding. I can hear it.”

“I’ll get her to you, but first I need --”

“You’re weak and human. I should have known you would be drained rather than gain strength.”

The coolness of his gut burned off to panic. “I told you, I will get her.”

“You’ve proved weak. I have no need for weak. Die well.”

A click and silence. Church was gone. Nonnenberg crushed the phone in a shaking fist, considering simply sitting here until death. He wouldn’t. Strength had been promised to him, strength, immortality, and power. He would die getting it, so he could live forever. That prick Ukranian with his slavish lust for flesh owed him. Nonnenberg intended to collect.

He used his hands and knees to crawl toward the lights. He would be strong. He’d be immortal.

* * *

Cain wasn’t sure he believed what he saw. With tears drying on her face, his Vampyre bled from the wrist into the kitchen sink. “You wanna tell me what the fuck?” He made himself stay a few feet from her, didn’t trust himself not to walk closer and shake her until her teeth would rattle.

“It’s fine. I need to do this.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

She flexed her wrist again. Cain didn’t know when he approached her, lifting her arm up, tearing the wadded paper out of her hand and applying pressure to her wrist. She fought him, silent, crying, then she gave up, her muscles going lax under his hands as she was pushed against a counter.

She used her hands against his chest to hold him off. “Stay away from me.

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