Cameo and the Vampire

Cameo and the Vampire

Cameo and the Vampire

© 2011

All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the permission in writing from Dawn McCullough-White.

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Chapter One

The girl reached down into her large basket of wash and pulled out a wet sheet, then flung it haphazardly over a clothesline, and as she did she saw him. That man in the distance, standing under a tree in the meadow. He was tall and painfully thin, an aspect even more exaggerated by the top hat that he wore and the long, black hair that touched the grass where he stood. He was staring at her.

She was somewhat unnerved by his presence. She lived alone, on the outskirts of Terrence, with no one around for miles. She supported herself as a washerwoman and by the little money that her sister sent her from Shandow.

It was growing dark. The girl had one more item left in her basket to hang, and then she would walk inside, bolt the door, and hide away from whomever this was.

She lifted a heavy blanket out, and just as she looked up he was standing directly before her. The girl startled and dropped the freshly washed item onto the dirt.

He gazed into her eyes and then tipped his hat. "Hello, Ivy."

“Hello,” her lips mouthed, making scarcely a sound. Her long, dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders as she stood there. The sky was violet.

There was something menacing about him, but she didn't run. She was curious instead, mesmerized by the darkness within him. "How do you know my name?"

He smiled at her, "I read your mind."

Ivy couldn't help but smile in return, "Sure you did, and I'm the Queen of Lockenwood."

"As far as I'm concerned, you are."

"What?" She blushed. "Who are you?"

"A friend." He looked over at the shack she lived in. "Take this," he put a gold coin into her tiny hand.

Her green eyes widened, then she shook her head. "No, I can't...."

But he was gone.

She clasped the gift tightly to her chest, uncertain what had just transpired.

Years later ...

Cameo awoke on the cold floor of a tomb. There was a layer of frost under her cheek, and as she moved to one side, she saw that it stretched along the floor to the wall. She removed her gloves and felt her face for the scars of Edel's bite.

"There's a mark."

She turned over slowly and met Jules' eyes, which were white, corpse-like—just like hers. He once had had green eyes, but that had been when he was human. He sat in the corner beside a sarcophagus, consciously looking away from her.

"What did he do to you?"

"Nothing I didn't deserve." She touched her throat as she sat up. The bites the vampire Edel had left her with had healed completely, but she now had some disgusting new scars. "How bad are they?"

Jules glanced at her for a moment, then lowered his eyes to the gray stone floor. "It looks like he bit your face."

She swore. It had finally happened: she had acquired scars all over her body, but nothing but a small scar on her cheek up to this point, and now she had the imprint of Edel's mouth wrapped around hers for eternity. This was all her Master's fault. Haffef had insisted that she be the bait to distract Edel while he snuck in to steal back her sister's bones and catch Edel while he was still asleep in his coffin. If he hadn't sent her in to be some sort of offering .... Cameo pulled on her gloves and stood up, having a little discussion in her head about how much she hated her Master, and as she did she saw Jules look over at her quizzically.

He was still wearing one of the capes from the Association, the company of assassins that they both used to work for, she noted, and then she realized that so was she. "We need new clothes."

"We do?" There was an edge to his voice.

"They are hunting down all of the assassins who used to work for Wick. A woman told me while I was in town. Surely you must be aware?"

Jules had been chased around the town of Lockenwood and the Port of Villoise right there in Shandow by those who wanted to see him hanged. "Yes," his voice was hard, and somewhat sarcastic. "I know."

"Well, I'm going to change my clothes."

He followed her out of the mausoleum and into a cemetery, which was near the Azez. She was moving quickly and had entered a second mausoleum while he stood mesmerized by the sea that was now one solid piece of ice.

When Cameo reemerged, she had on a long cloak more suited to the weather in Shandow, with a short sword strapped to a scabbard at one side.

Jules tilted his head to look at her new ensemble. "Nice pistol."

She glanced down at the pistol butt sticking out of one boot. "Concerned?"

"Are you planning on shooting me?"

"Undecided."

"Well," he opened his hands, "here I am."

"The pistol is frozen. Take this," she tossed a cloak at him, which he snatched out of the air with unnatural speed.

He looked over at the mausoleum she was in front of. "Is this some sort of cache?"

She pulled out her flask, ignoring him, and drank down a morning breakfast of whiskey.

Jules slipped off the cape he was wearing and tried on the cloak she had just given to him. "Better. Thank you."

Cameo brushed her hair to one side self-consciously, attempting to cover a small bald area she had acquired in a fight with the Master months ago. She was tired of him now. She'd gone for years seeing him only a handful of times, and now within the past three or four months he was there every time she turned around. She was starting to reminisce about her life as a blood-thirsty assassin, a life that she had loathed and wanted to get out of for a long time, but for all of its horrors, she had had more freedom then than she had experienced lately. Perhaps that was over now though. Haffef had what he wanted: the recovered remains of her sister's long-dead body. There was nothing left of them now, just bones. Maybe this meant that he would just ignore her for a while.

"Well, goodbye." She turned and walked away from Jules.

He was in the process of tucking his old cape into the mausoleum when she departed.

She needed to get back to Opal. Haffef had forced her to leave him in order to trap Edel, and that had been two days ago now. Poor wretch, Opal; she hadn't even been able to tell him where she was going. Cameo thought of him lying there alone in an empty whorehouse room, with his hands broken by King Avamore's jailers, leaving him unable to help himself, unable to eat or drink without someone to help him—and Haffef had forced her to leave him in that condition. Her pace hastened.

The sunlight on the snow was blinding. She was on the east end of the palace grounds, and she had left him at Hattie's, a place far to the west. She was in the wilderness, slogging through two feet of snow. Last night she had had to crawl out of Edel's apartment, weak from blood loss while Edel was being murdered inside, his limbs ripped from his body one by one. She had never witnessed a murder so gruesome, and it made even her, an undead with many kills under her belt, pause. Haffef seemed to know how to upset her.
Poor Edel,
she said to herself. Her mind was racing; she had to get to Opal to make certain that he was all right, make certain Haffef hadn't slaughtered him while she had been with Edel—he was only mortal, after all. He couldn't protect himself from a vampire like her Master.

Cameo stopped in mid-step and spun around.

Jules was a dark figure in the snow, just ten feet behind her.

She pulled her sword. "What are you doing?"

He held up his hands. "I have no weapon."

"Why are you following me?"

"I'm going with you."

She laughed a short, bitter laugh. "Go away, Jules."

He met her eyes.

"We don't even like each other. Why would you go with me? Go your own way."

"We don't? That really hurts me," he hissed.

She took a step away from him, and he took a step toward her. "And I thought you had changed at Edel's. Apparently not. I see this is going to be just another fight to the death then?" She reached for her pistol as well.

"I'm unarmed."

"Arm yourself then. I'll shoot you regardless."

"Your pistol is frozen."

"Fine, come over here, and I'll beat you to death with it instead."

He smirked, but then she came toward him—fast. Jules took several steps back.

Cameo charged him with a sword in her right hand and a useless black powder pistol in her left.

Jules raced back across the field, following his own footsteps. He was amazed at how fast he could run now. Only a few weeks ago he had still been human; now he was a monster like Cameo. He had the same awful vampire Master that she did. The love of his life had been murdered, and he was only starting to come to terms with the idea that she had been deceiving him for years. He started to see the tiny dots of the cemetery they had just left in the distance. The former assassin glanced over his shoulder, but Cameo was nowhere in sight.

He stopped and caught his breath, and then, sighing, he turned himself back around and followed her footsteps in the snow.

* * * * *

Cameo entered the brothel quickly, with a determined expression on her face and a sword at her side. She swept in, bringing the snow with her and upsetting the clientele who were lounging in the downstairs of the tavern, playing cards and drinking.

She heard the word
assassin
clearly as she passed through a kitchen area and up the backstairs. The women working there moved out of her way as she marched up the steps and toward Opal's room. And then she hesitated as she stood at his door—there was high-pitched laughter and cheery chit-chat issuing from the room she presumed was Black Opal's. For a moment she wondered if they had thrown him out or given him over to the authorities, and she was about to burst into the room of some gentleman enjoying an evening at Hattie's.

Cameo quietly cracked open the door. She peered in and discovered Opal lying flat on his back, playing cards with two of the women employed there. One was in bed with him, holding his hand of cards up for him, and the other was sitting on a stool beside the bed.

His eyes widened when he saw her slip into his room. "Darling," he sounded breathless.

"Hello, love." Her voice was deep, flat, and pitiless.

"Oh." One of the women jumped up when she got a good look at the haunting apparition sauntering in.

"That's Cameo," the other whispered as she climbed off of the bed, cowed by the reputation.

Cameo glanced down at the empty bottles of wine littering the floor, then back up at Opal. "Comfortable now?"

The dandy considered the other two thoughtfully as they departed.

"Goodbye, Mister Black," one said.

"Goodbye," the other whispered, hurrying out the door.

"You need a new pseudonym," Cameo said as she picked up the bottles and piled them into a heap beside the door.