In the Light of the Night 7

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Chapter 7

Three years can change a person in ways you can never imagine. But when change happens quickly like that, like it did for me, your past will find you. Just how mine is finding me now as I stare at the face of the man I fell in love with.

"He went rouge a few years ago. He only kills people who deserve it but we figure he ain’t god so we gotta kill `em. Then again they all should get killed, ya know what I mean? Not like Mr. Pres gonna let us do that. The fucking pussy. " Agent Denis Solist stood in front of my desk telling me about the next task he had for my team. His slender build let the clothes he wore hang down loosely and even though he talked like a man he was far too weak for me to consider him for field work which he was defiantly trying to get me to agree to…again.

"Just because you give me good vamps to hunt doesn’t mean I‘m going to let you hunt them Denis," I cut off his quick denial at what he was trying to do and continued "Now what do you mean he only kills people who deserve it?"

"Drug dealers, arms dealers, killers, robbers, things like that. He also goes for people who mug the little old lady in the alley." To me it seemed like Denis didn’t mind who was getting killed but just wanted the vamp dead. After his Mom and Dad both got their throats ripped out I couldn’t blame him. Hell I felt the same way, to a degree at least. Both of my brothers had gotten killed by a vampire even though I had thought they died in a bus crash until a few years ago.

"Why the hell are we going after vamps who take all the scum off the streets?" My tone sounded defense and the confusion on Denis’s face was understandable, normally I would jump at any opportunity to kill any vampire; good or bad.

"Because they take the lives of those scums an’ like I said, they ain’t god!" I sigh as Denis went into a five minute lecture on how vampires were demons who thought they were gods and they all should die blah blah blah.

As Denis rambled on I looked down at Drake’s picture. His hair was a light brown honey color and no longer had a skater boy cut to it but was short and untamed. He had hair lightly sprinkled on his face that made it seem like he hadn’t shaven in a few days. His clothes were dark and he had a long coat that hung just above his knees giving him a bad boy look. I glanced down at his pants and almost had a heart attack. He wore leather pants that clung to him in just the right places and made my mouth water. I guess the saying is right, great minds think alike. I couldn’t stop staring at his picture, he was sexy as sin.

As I examined his new look I wondered what he would think of me. Appearance wise my tastes hadn’t really changed. Most of my wardrobe consisted of dark clothing but instead of a Goth style I’d leaned more toward sexy with tight leather pants practically always on my bottom half. My hair was shoulders length and ragged at the ends giving it a certain uniqueness. Of course it was also pitch black, which seemed to fit my mood 99% percent of the time.

As my style only seemed to mature my personality had went from night to day. Once I was a normal teenage girl with a tad bit of a dark side. I liked dating boys, snuck out at night to be with my friends, laughed at the stupidest things, hung out in my room all day, took nothing seriously and jumped up and down at the chance to drive one of my parents’ cars. Now I only used guys to take my pain away for a night and never expected anything more than pleasure from them, went out at night to hunt and kill vampires, laughed only caught off guard, and drove my own black Mercedes SL 550. Yeah, my job pays well.

"…and this is the only rogue with info we got right now. We got some other rogues on our list but locations, names, looks, and shit like that is missin’. If you say no to this I’ll take it to Jeff." Jeff was always Denis’s last resort when it came to me.

"Oh for god’s sake Denis! Must you always bring my dad into this? Why don’t you just let him kill the rogue?!" Denis decided to let that one slip.

"He hangs around at the club Trinity in Great Falls Ohio. You’ll being heading down there in 2 days with the team. I suggest you get packing."

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I fucking hate the cold. My team and I scattered around the bar and surrounding area waiting for Drake to leave. Apparently he was chatting things up with a vicious pimp. Both of the men had grabbed a nice lady and the pimp wanted to take the girls and use them as whores. Drake agreed to do so but I guessed this was just a way to luring the man out of the club.

Lucky me got to sit on a nice motorcycle and follow the men once they left. My leather pants, gloves, and jacket weren’t keeping me warm in the frigid -5 degree Fahrenheit weather. I didn’t even want to know how cold it was with wind chill.

Several minutes later a handsome man with a small build, blonde hair, and a boyish smile stepped out of the bar with a Latino woman in a tiny red dress at his arm. Seconds later Drake followed suit with a blonde bimbo with fake breasts and Botox lips and a very small, very sexy, very reviling blue dress. I couldn’t help the pang of jealousy I felt at this.

Drake called up to the blonde man in front of him and they both laughed at whatever he had said. With a shock I realized the man must be the so called vicious pimp. He looked more like the type of person who would give me a band-aid when I scrapped my knee not the type that beat women half to death. But then again who was I to judge? I didn’t look like a vampire hunter.

The pimp jumped up into the front seat of his red sports car with his Latino women and Drake hopped into the back with the blonde bimbo. My stomach curled at the thought off what they might be doing in back there.

I let them drive away then I started my bike and trailed after them. I made sure that they were always way in front of me. All I could see were the tail lights of the car.

As I drove deep into the country where only a few people lived I mentally steeled myself at the thought of killing Drake. Every time I though about driving silver through his heart my emotions whirled, my mind was happy to get rid of another killer but my heart pounded painfully against my chest with dread. I internally battled myself at what to do. My phone vibrated in my pocket right after I made my final decision, I didn’t know if I would be able to kill Drake when he stood right in front of me but I was going to try and I was going to try tonight.

I slipped my phone from my pocket and to my ear, "Hello?"

"I’m guessing you didn’t wear the helmet we gave you, did you?" I chuckled in response. "Al you’re going to have to turn around we lost you and you are not facing this vamp alone, especially since there are 3 humans milling around." I looked back and confirmed Kevin Valence’s-my second in command-report. I looked back to the road ahead of me and saw the sports car pulling over to the side of the road and knew that I had to keep going. It was now or never.

"Sorry Kev but I can’t do that." I hung up and slipped it into my pocket as I also pulled over and turned my bike off.

After about 5 minutes the men got out of the car and threw the sobbing girls onto the ground as the pimp swore at them. I figured it was time for me to get involved. As quietly as I could I walk over to where the two men were terrorizing the women. I pulled my long knife out of my boot as I got within striking distance of Drake and the next thing I know is I’m on the ground with the pimp on top of me baring his fangs.

Oh. Shit.

"You’ll be a fine addition to my whores," his voice was menacing, chilling me right to the bone.

I was trying to figure out how to get him off me when his fangs sank into my throat and a scream of pure agony tore out of my mouth. Vampire bits didn’t always hurt, heck they could feel pretty damn good, but they could also hurt like hell. This one was a hell kind.

In the next second the pimp was flying off of me and into the air so hard I wasn’t sure he would survive the landing. And then he was there. His face not even an inch from my mine. So tantalizingly near but so far away, emotionally and as I was quickly seeing physically, too. Darkness began to cloud my vision as I realized the pimp’s fangs must have ripped my throat out. That was the last thought I had before the dark swallowed me.