Something More Than This

The moonlight was paving the desolate streets, casting everything in it's milky glow. It was just beginning to wane, leaving a small fraction of the moon in darkness. This was a time where evil began to lose it's strength until the quarter moon; then it shall grow once more.

This particular street had only two street lamps working, each casting a warm circle of light on the grey, dreary sidewalk, and each on opposite sides. On the right, this was clean, orderly. Everything was in it's place and roses were bursting from their bushes. The fragrance added a romantic mood to this night, creating a time for lovers. On the left, weeds invaded the sidewalk cracks, worn down houses lining the block. If you listened close enough, you could hear the screams of a new victim to the local gang, or smell the fire dance with the gasoline.

On this route was a young girl. Her bright red hair was straight down her back, her eyes a malignant grey. On her ruby red lips, a shade that complimented her oily black dress, was a evil smirk, her beauty giving her a power over others. She walked with confidence, knowing that no one could harm her. As she approached the pool of golden light, she paused; her head was being turned to the east, to the other side of the street. She seemed to be listening for someone. She nodded and glanced at a silver watch on her pale, thin wrist; it looked expensive, and out of her budget. She retreated into the shadows, her eyes focused on the light on that street.

A cluster of people came into the light; a man, in his forties, with graying thick black hair and kind brown eyes. On his arm was a young woman, probably in her twenties, leaning into him as she smiled at the circle of light. She had curly dirty-blond hair and bright violet eyes that seemed to sparkle as she gazed at the man. A step behind them was a girl, who seemed to get the best traits of both of them, and probably 16, 17 at the most. Her pitch black hair curled down her back, her bright violet eyes gazing lovingly at the couple in front of her.

The woman in the black dress sneered at her. So, this is the girl Will is so infatuated with now.

She thought to herself, following the girl with her gaze as she walked into the light. She paused their, smiling and basking in it. The couple turned and laughed, beckoning her to join them. She smiled and ran to them, linking her arm in theirs. The woman in black gave a low chuckle as they walked into the night. She followed them, her walk silent as they continued to laugh. I am surprised he isn't following his little pet now.

They led her to a small, one story house on the right side of the street. The sides were laced with Ivy and their door was of oak; lower middle class. The girl glided in, holding the door open for what must be her parents. They each pecked her cheek and walked in. Even from across the street, the woman could hear the click of the lock and the sound of bodies hitting the beds. The lights went out one by one, leaving the street quiet and empty.

The woman smiled and began to walk forward, eager for her task. She knew what she must do to keep him, and she relished it. She licked her lips; all of that beautiful blood, and all for-

"Kayla," a masculine, musical, furious voice whispered by her ear, a strong hand grabbing her arm. The girl's savior come at last, "leave them be."

"Will, you know how I am," She whispered, turning to face him. Even basked in moonlight he was beautiful. His piercing blue eyes were like stormy waves, crashing against the paleness of her skin. He radiated power, from his golden locks to his midnight black shoes. He wore a black tee shirt with black skinny jeans. He was so perfect for her.

"I do, Kayla. That's why I'm here. Please, for me," Will pleaded with his eyes, calming the storm, just for her.

She smiled as she leaned into him, pressing her chest against his, closing her eyes as she inhaled his intoxicating scent. "I can't, Will. Her blood...it's so strong."

"You will learn to fight it. You have only just begun to learn."

Kayla looked up at him. His long eyelashes patted softly against each other as his eyes stared down at her, a small crease in-between his eyebrows. "It's difficult to fight this urge, Will, when there are so many around. One little, puny girl will make no difference..."

"But it does, Kayla, it does! It's what separates those of us who are good, who want peace with man, from the demons that haunt their nightmares. Once you taste the blood of an un-willing donor, you turn dark. You lose everything."

Kayla backed away from him, her eyes cold. "I already have, Will. What more is there to lose?"

He stepped towards her, his hands out-stretched. "Your soul, Kay, your immortal soul."

"I'm already damned! Why should it matter?" She gave a sinister smile. "I have wanted her blood for a long time, Will. And I know if she is not taken out of the picture, I will lose you too."

"Kayla, come back to me. You will never lose me if you stay in my arms, if you listen-"

"No! I will not do that anymore! I refuse to, William, and I will win you back!

" She jumped, heading towards the window she saw the parents enter. She turned to face Will again, smiling as he looked at her with horror. "But first, I think, you shall sleep."

She threw at him a single clove of Garlic, which he caught on instinct. Immediately he fell asleep, crumpling into the street. Kayla smashed through the window, jumping into the barely-awake parents room, listening to the cry of a small child. Oh, sweet blood! She bit onto the woman first, as the man screamed for someone called Janet to run. The woman was soon drained, and the man followed quickly after. Kayla ran at top speed, following the scent of the girl.

It led her into the dark, twisted street. Kayla could still hear her heart beat racing.

Kayla smiled to herself. Let the hunt begin.

Little Michael Took Her Hand

"Dammit, Kayla," Will muttered, the wind blowing in his face as he tried to desperately race time. He didn't know how long he was unconscious, but all he knew was that something had happened, something bad. He smelt Kayla and the girl, whose name he did not remember. To be honest, he didn't care. She was unimportant, a pawn in a great big game; Kayla was important. She was all he knew. "Why tonight? Why couldn't you control yourself this one damn time?"

Kayla was a huntress, a true night-walker. He didn't know why he stayed with her all these centuries. It could be because she saved him during the 2nd vampire-scare in Europe. Even though they would have let him go, the garlic he ate sent him into a demonic fit. It's what happens if a vampire eats sage or garlic; they completely lose themselves to their animal side. If they are full, if they keep up with their blood, it's not as bad, but he was hungry; he nearly killed them all. He didn't even know he ate it; that hunter was a clever one. He grinned to himself as Kayla's scent became stronger, the memory of the Hunter's death flashing before his eyes. Will was perfectly lucid for that hunt: and the revenge helped make Kayla. At least he was insane when those killings happened, and he prayed heavily, went to confession, cleansed his soul as much as possible: he didn't want to go dark, and perhaps that's why he didn't. But Kayla was a slave to every passionate feeling, and right now, it was hatred and jealousy.

Maybe that was why she was so...evil. Will frowned. I did create her from sin,

Will thought as he turned into an abandoned factory. Were the Elders right?

He shook his head. He had to concentrate now; a life was at stake.

"Help!" A voice screamed. Will froze, bending and twisting his body into a hunting crouch. His eyes scanned the hall, listened once more. The voice was human, and female. The girl. Oh, dear god, don't let me be too late! Will desperately thought as he scaled the walls, easily climbing to the ceiling. He crawled, eagerly smelling the air. One thing was for sure, Kayla had good taste. No drugs, no alcohol, virgin, under twenty; her blood was oddly appealing, even to Will. Will paused for half an instant, then continued on. Kayla had smelt something like that, but it wasn't nearly as strong. This girl...she was something special alright. Something...rare, unusual.

Will crawled faster, now two things making him hurry; this girl, this curiosity, and Kayla.

"Oh, god, please not him, not him!" The girl screamed again, desperate now, pleading; Kayla was going to make her suffer. All he was doing was following them to their clinic; the family ran a blood clinic for the Red Cross. All that donated blood could sustain them for months, if they were careful. It was going to be a surprise, but, as usual, Kayla completely over-reacted. "Please, kill me instead, don't hurt him!"

Will was in the room now, the shadows of the lamps hiding him. He saw Kayla, beautiful Kayla, hold a small toddler in her arms. She was rocking him while he wailed, and on the floor, heavily beaten, was the girl. That's why her scent was so strong; she had at least 5 deep open cuts, none of which were deadly, and all were painful. He could feel the blood oozing into her bandages she tore from her dress to stop the bleeding. He smiled; this one was smart, maybe even defiant. She tried to stand, but instead was leaning against the wall, her breathing deep and haggard. She was losing strength: he would have to intervene soon. Her eyes were on the child, intent and focus, incredibly clear for someone in such a weak state. And they had an odd shade, a very dark blue; no, not blue, violet

. Very, very odd.

Kayla laughed, turning so the baby was in full view of the girl. The child had curly blond hair and it's eyes were shut tight and it was wailing weakly, struggling against the cold, hard arms that held it. The girl raised her eyes to meet Kayla, a cold, nearly evil glare shot from her eyes and stayed there. Kayla blinked in surprise, though that was her only tell: she still sneered at the girl.

"If you hurt him," She whispered, her voice cool and intent, and very much in control. A quiet, subtle strength began to radiate from her, like a safe glow. The child paused in it's wailing and Will stared at the girl, transfixed. He could smell her blood, but it was fading fast; this was, indeed, no ordinary human girl, "if you do anything to cause him pain, I swear on any God worth worshiping that I will end you. I will make you suffer worse than what you could ever imagine. I will leave you with nothing and have you beg me, beg me

, for death; only then will I end your pathetic existence. And the last thing you will ever hear is my voice saying 'This is what you deserve, you pathetic, evil, demon from Hell.' And when you're dead, I will set you on fire to make sure you will find no peace."

Kayla blinked and loosened her hold on the child. The girl lounged, trying to grab the boy, but Kayla whisked him out of reach.

And with the certainty of a mad-man, ripped off it's head.

The girl froze with terror. Then she screamed, running for Kayla, pure anger driving her on.

Will leaped down from the ceiling, tackling Kayla, and he threw the girl to the wall. Kayla howled and Will put Sage under her nose. She instantly passed out, and Will ran for the girl. She was getting up now, clutching her head, making another run for Kayla.

"No!" Will said, grabbing her waist, tugging her back. "It's not the time. You cannot kill her now."

The girl screamed and struggled as Will tossed her over his shoulder. After placing Wolfsbane on Kayla's nose, he ran out of the factory, running with all the speed he could muster. He felt the girl relax in his arm; she was asleep.

"I promise you," Will whispered into the night, a blur to the eyes with the voice of a ghost "that as long as I am alive, I will help you avenge your family's death. I will help you kill Kayla, the monster that I created. And I will help you find peace once more."

The Rise of Tomorrow

"Hello?"

"Who the hell is this?"

"Um, Will. This is Janet, correct? I have not misdialed on this damn cellular telephone device."

"Oh. You. Yes, Will, you have it right. And no one talks like that anymore. Haven't you watched any of the movies, or read any of the books I gave you?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you still talking like it's 1832?"

"Because, frankly, many of the characters are idiots."

"Will...

"

"Tis true."

"Will!

"

"Fine, fine, it's true."

"Better."

"I see no point in learning how people talk in this century. I will not be conversing with them."

"I know, I did, because I was basically your secretary."

"Did? Was? Why the past tense?"

"Because I'm pissed and I won't work for you when I'm this pissed."

"Is this about...her?"

"Who?"

"You know who."

"Enlighten me, William."

"Who is speaking in 19th century now?"

"I'm going to hang up now, Will."

"Fine, fine: is this about Kayla?"

"God no. I know that I have to wait for Karma, and maybe I get to inflict it. If not, I'm sure God is merciful enough to let me watch."

"There is that rapier wit of yours again."

"Many people admired me for that wit, thank you very much, and I will not lose it now."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"You changed the subject again, and I want to relax. I need to de-stress before I come back."

"So you are coming back, then? That was the main goal of this call."

"I haven't fully decided yet."

"Janet, please come back. I miss your company."

"You miss more than that and you know it. Quit trying to BS me."

"I do, but my, how do you put it, 'masculine pride' prevents me from admitting it."

"I do say that, don't I?"

"Yes."

"I think your pride holds your tongue, and your, mmmm, 'little friend' urged you to call me."

"Little friend?"

"I am not explaining to you what your 'little friend' is in a public place."

"Ah, so you are somewhere public then?"

"Dammit."

"I am one step closer to finding you now."

"I really wish you would stop this man-hunt for me, because you will never find me, and I will end up coming back anyway. We both know it."

"Why take away all the fun?"

"..."

"Is that laughter I hear? Is the stubborn Janet actually laughing?"

"...Yes, Will, I am laughing. You have actually said something funny."

"I won't let it go to my head."

"You do that."

"I shall."

"Bye, Will."

"Wait, will you at least tell me what this is about?"

"And ruin my fun? Not a chance."

"...You do realize that you are torturing me, correct?"

"Yup."

"Just wanted to be clear."

"...Do you want to know that badly?"

"Yes."

"Can you not guess?"

"I can, but I think I will be wrong."

"Fine. I got upset because..."

"...because?"

"I got a call from Marisa, ok?"

"Marisa?"

"She's my best friend. She left a voicemail. She's worried about me, and she's frantic. No one believes her, thinking I'm off at some boarding school, but she doesn't. She knows I would never go, especially after..."

"You do not need to repeat it."

"Good, because I wasn't going to. I'm not ready for that."

"I hope you find it amusing that I have resorted to drinking the blood of dogs waiting to be euthanized."

"I actually find that very amusing."

"Good. Amends?"

"No. I miss her, Will. I want to hug her, tell her I'm alright. I want to be human with her, grow old with her, like we've wanted since we were seven."

"Janet, you know you can't do that. You were ready to give that up."

"I know...it just hurts. You don't understand."

"Janet, I understand more than you know."

"...Will you tell me? It may make me feel better."

"Some other time. I am not yet ready to revisit it."

"...Okay."

"Okay."

"I'll be back by tomorrow."

"Good."

"Goodbye, Will. And...I'm sorry."

"Me too, Janet, me too."

Cobblestone

"You're late."

"Not really."

"…You're joking, right?"

"No."

"Dammit, it's midnight

!"

"…And?"

"I said meet me at twelve."

"Oh, look at that, it's twelve."

"Not in the freaking morning.

"

"When then?"

"Ever heard of twelve noon?"

"That

un-godly hour?"

"Just because you

don't get up until three in the afternoon-"

"You know I prefer six. And, anyway- OW."

"I'm sorry, did that hurt the big bad-"

"Don't say it; it's bad enough you socked me in the arm, Janet."

"It's bad enough you didn't expect me to."

"Just be quiet."

"No."

"Janet…"

"Will…"

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Give me a raise?"

"You don't get paid."

"That was the point. And I thought you

were the smart one."

"Damn you modern women."

"Damn you old-fashioned men."

"I thought you liked a bit of old fashion."

"And I thought you couldn't go out in the sunlight."

"You know that that's garbage just as much as I do."

"I know, I know. I am but mortal, you know."

"Are we really going to discuss this?"

"No, because I know that it will happen, someday."

"Isn't it enough I gave you-"

"Don't. Just don't. I don't want to age one year for every ten, Will. And even then, I would trade it for what you have."

"It's a curse."

"We both know it doesn't have to be."

"I cannot change my nature."

"Sure you can; people do it all the time."

"Do you even know how much will power I am using right now so you won't be harmed?"

"I like to think so."

"Janet, what are you doing?"

"Getting closer."

"Why?"

"To make a point."

"Please, stop it…"

"Mmm, I don't think so."

"…You're mascara is smeared."

"So is yours."

"Ha ha, you and your American humor."

"I know; these visits wouldn't be as nearly as entertaining without it."

"I disagree with you there. I could live without it."

"Could you live without me?"

"You know the answer to that already."

"But I'm replaceable."

"True; but there is none as special as you."

"I'm special?"

"Of course; look who you hang out with."

"You know what I mean."

"I do not, I am afraid."

"Is there anything about me personally that is special?"

"As in…"

"As in a trait that makes me different from anyone else."

"Yes."

"And that is…"

"If I say, it will no longer be special."

"Bull. Say it."

"If you know, why ask?"

"Because I need to hear it."

"Fine; you have a great ability to forgive and love."

"See? Was that so hard?"

"Excruciating."

"See? You are finally mastering the subtle art of sarcasm."

"Janet, I was around when sarcasm was invented."

"Yes, yes, so I've heard. Can we just get on with this?"

"But of course. Did you bring it?"

"No, I left it in the hotel room."

"Janet…"

"It's right inside your coffin, along with your crucifix. The holy water is there too."

"Funny."

"I know."

"Really, it was. I am simply out of breath from laughing so hard."

"I can tell."

"Just give it to me."

"Fine. We will have to move again soon, the donors want to meet you."

"Wonderful."

"I know, I know, but it's better than pitchforks, burning, and a stake in the heart."

"I agree, though people asking if I glitter isn't far behind."

"Remind me to thank Stephine Myers for that. I can't remember laughing so hard."

"I have never been more humiliated."

"Better than asking if you hunt deer."

"No, I would say it tops that."

"Just drink. It's A-Positive."

"Hm."

"What?"

"Have you checked for AIDS?"

"No, I'm just going to poison your blood so I can die: yes, I checked for AIDS. Did the whole nine-yards."

"Just being careful."

"I know, I know, because of Kayla."

"You do forgive me for her, don't you?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be here."

"But after what she did…"

"It hurt, sure; but it will feel damn good when I put a bullet through her skull."

"I'm sure it will."

"Are you ready to fly?"

"Yes, I am quite full now."

"No goodbye kiss?"

"Maybe when we land at wherever you want to go; it's your turn to pick."

"That's not fair."

"I have to carry your luggage."

"You have super-human strength!"

"And your clothes weigh a ton."

"Shut up."

"Heh."

"Blood-sucker."

"Oh, stop with the names; I regret what I am."

"I don't."

"But your family…"

"Shut it and fly."

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.06.2012

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