Melabeth Forgive Me, For I Am Sin! (23 page)

“No problem,” was my response but she was still sitting in front of me quiet. I knew before she spoke that she wasn’t leaving without the information on her father. I couldn’t just give her that; it would be like me pulling the trigger myself. I didn’t mind killing the Smith Brothers or Jason Black, they were bad men, but her father was not like them; he had changed. I wasn’t ready to hand Jack a death sentence.

She had a calculating look, as she began to speak, “It really is family business. This is my father, why don’t you just please give me what you have on him? You don’t owe my father anything and you have no right to keep it from me.”

I swallowed hard before I spoke, pushing back the fear, “I am truly sorry… I don’t think I will be able to help you with anything else tonight. May I see you out?”

I had my hand on my pistol, it may not kill her but it would put her down if I shot her in the head. It would give me enough time to light her on fire or maybe run. I couldn’t worry about what I would do after I shot her in the head, first I had to hit her there; anywhere else would just piss her off. She was freaking me out; she wasn’t really reacting to what I had just said. In fact, she seemed to be calm as she leaned back into the chair. She smiled as one of her fingers twisted around some of her long hair.

Calmly she asked, “Are you sure you can’t help me?”

My voice cracked a little, “I’m sure… truly sorry.”

Her laugh filled the room and made me jump just a little bit. With wide eyes still laughing, “You’re not sorry… not yet.”

I ‘d  had enough and knew where this was going. I have never been the aggressor, the few times I have had to fight it was in self-defense, but I couldn’t wait for her to make the move, she was too fast.

I pulled my gun out, but before I could even get my gun to eye level she was standing next to me. Somehow in the blink of an eye, she had moved around my desk and now stood next to me.

I tried to swing my gun to meet her, but like a snake her hand sprung out as she caught my wrist. My arm movement stopped abruptly, her arm felt like a steel bar.

I moved up with my free hand to punch her in the face, when the room spun around.

I found myself slammed against the wall that had been behind her. She had picked up my two hundred pounds right out of my seat, and tossed me like a sack of potatoes. I hadn’t fallen to the ground
, but it was work to stay on my feet as I found myself fighting to catch my breath. I had too much adrenaline in my system to feel any real pain, but I would feel it in the morning, if there was one.

Once I caught my breath I noticed another thing. She was holding my gun; I hadn’t even known that I had lost it. She dropped out the magazine, and then cleared the chamber. Flicking the pistol out of her hand it flew out of my office and clattered across the tile before coming to rest next to the front door.

I was so screwed.

I was leaning against the wall as she slowly, almost seductively walked over to me. She smiled as she slapped me real gently on my cheek, “Now, now there, there’s no need for that.” She turned and looked over at all my filing cabinets, then looked me in the eyes, “Are those locked? No matter, I am sure you have a key.”

Melabeth walked over and pulled one open, “Nope not locked,” she chided. Then it only took her a few seconds to pull open the drawer marked with D through G. she was flipping through the files and stopped and pulled one out.

I knew she had found it for in that file was all the information I had found out on her dad, Jack Dare. I had not only doomed him, but I doubt that I would survive this myself. I had never felt this kind of self pity before, but I had never
been so sure that I was going to die. As I was thinking about this she put the file on top of the other file I had just given her.

With a very happy voice sounding just a little bit ditzy, “Bingo, I found it. See that wasn’t hard.”

I found my voice, “You have no right to take…”

I never finished my sentence because she moved across the room and was now in my face. She had moved so fast, it looked as if she had teleported. Her eyes were challenging and through clinched lips, “Don’t finish that sentence. I have the right; it’s my father, my revenge. You, you have no right… none. Do you understand me?”

What use would it do to argue with her, except for a more painful death. “Yes, yes I do.”

She smiled triumphantly as she reached up and touched my face, “Good boy.” She beamed. Her hand wasn’t cold but it was cool to the touch. It was soft but still it felt off somehow. She stared at me as she held me pinned against the wall.

I asked her in a quiet voice, “What now?”

There was a sort of sadness in her face; she gently rubbed my check. She sounded like a child when she spoke, “Your choice. I am hungry, let me feed.”

I deliberated for a second; I don’t believe that she was really giving me a choice. If I deny her she will kill me, but if I let her feed off me, maybe she will spare me. So I decided to try a gamble, “You may feed from me, if you don’t mean to kill me."

She gave me a look like, how could I even think that. In mock horror she started to give me reassurance, “No, no of course not. I promised if you invited me in that no harm would come to you. And even after you tried to pull a gun on me, I will keep my word.”

“Thank you,” I whispered.

Relief washed through my body; maybe I would see my wife again. I had never been fed on by a vampire, but what I read and heard is that it felt like sex. Most people never remembered because the vampire hypnotizes them first, but I doubt that Melabeth would do that to me; why bother.

She smiled sweetly at me, “This won’t hurt.”

With that she moved her mouth toward my neck. She wrapped her body around me; I couldn’t help but feel like a pervert as this young looking girl wound herself around me. I couldn’t help but think that somehow I was betraying my wife.

The world slowed as she leaned in, it reminded me of waiting for the doctor to give me a shot. You knew it was coming, you just didn’t know how much it would hurt. I felt a pinch on my neck, it didn’t hurt, and in fact it felt good. As her lips started to suck and move it felt as if she was giving me a hickey.

I felt pleasure pulse through my body as she held me tightly against the wall. I felt ashamed as my body responded to her. I was having some kind of sexual moment with a young girl. No, I was being forced into one. It was hard to think as I gasped in pleasure.

I finished climaxing and the world spun and went in and out of focus. I think I blacked out because when I was able to see again, I was in my chair in front of my desk. Melabeth stood over me with lips smeared with crimson red, one small line dripping down her chin. She reached up and wiped away the runway drip, and then licked her finger. My stomach twisted as I watched her.

I felt dirty, like I had just been used against my will. If a man could feel like women, overpowered, pressed against ones will; I do believe I got a small taste of it. The blood loss was making me tired, but I would survive, in that I was thankful.

She smiled down at me, and in a very excited voice, “I do believe you have learned a lesson tonight. Don’t you?”

I had probably learned a few, but I didn’t want to piss her off, she would be gone soon, “Which was?”

She leaned in closer, and with a sinister tone, “Never ever, invite a vampire in to your home. And don’t even think of getting in my way.”

She stood up tall, laughed a very delightful laugh. It sounded like bells to me; only I didn’t find what she laughed about funny. She gathered the files and began to leave, then stopped and turned around.

She looked at me and sadness washed across her face, she started to say something but stopped. A blank mask passed over her face and in a cold indifferent voice, “Sorry, this is not what I had planned.”

After that she swiftly left my office I heard the front door smack closed, and I knew that I was alone. I couldn’t help but feel bad for her, I had read all the reports, and I knew what had happen to her. I was at one point eager for her to get her revenge, but now I believe something has changed. The hatred in her heart left no room for love.

I do believe that the victim has become the villain.

飛行

I was frozen on the sidewalk.

Standing out front of the detective
's office feeling the effects of drinking his blood, I felt the cool air blow around my body. I had forgotten how windy it was here. Drinking blood was amazing, it was different from eating food when I was a human. Just like eating, I felt full after drinking a man’s blood, but it also felt like I drank a lot of coffee. I could feel the life energy running through my body, it felt like it would push out my finger tips.

My emotions were jammed up like California traffic. I didn’t hurt the detective, but I came close to killing him; my excuse is that he pulled a gun on me. Of course I was threatening him, and I had no intention of leaving that office without the information on my father. It hurt my head to even think about dealing with my father. I was afraid to even open the file and see what information the detective had on him.

When I thought of David it was like someone stabbing me in the chest, or back was more like it. It was the first time since becoming a vampire that I felt my heart, and all I felt was pain. David betrayed me, then I had betrayed David but when I betrayed him I hadn't known he had already betrayed me. Thinking about it was giving me a headache.

When I became too stressed, there was one thing that made me feel better. I flashed over to the box truck and grabbed the sword hilt out of my bag. I could see Carrie sitting in the seat of the truck awaiting my return. By holding the hilt she became more solid. I had asked Carrie to wait in
the truck.

Carrie timidly asked, “How did it go?”

I showed her the files, “He has had the information.”

Carrie gasped as her hand shot over her mouth, “Oh… how could he?”

“I need to fly,” I slid the files into the bag. Strapping the bag over my back I jumped into the air letting myself go weightless. Carrie knew when I went flying not to bother me, so even though her ghostly form would follow, she would be silent and invisible.

There was an old building that had been turned into a movie theater. I landed softly on top of the metal scaffolding that held a large sign that simply said FOX. The sign looked as if it were from the fifties with the large letters that lit up with tube lights, different color lights scrolled around the letters. The building was across the street from the detective’s office, and it stood two stories high. In Banning, it was the tallest building.

Standing on top of the sign I could see across the valley and could tell that this spot was the highest point on the valley floor. Two mountains stood like dark shadows on either side of me. The lights of the house rolled out in front and behind me. I bent down and jumped with all my strength, the old sign screeched in protest as my body flew upward with a slight angle forward.

Soon all the cars and buildings below me turned into bright little lights as my body began its upward assent. Charlotte had said that vampires couldn’t really fly, we could float; I had learned to make my body as light as a feather. When I concentrated hard enough I could push against the
planet like we were two magnets. I could push myself higher into the air without touching the ground. Changing the way gravity pulled at me allowed me to move through the air, but this gave me very limited movement other then up and down. In fact, the wind that blew hard between the mountains had more control of where I was going then I did. Still it was a form of flying, like a hot air balloon.

I loved it up in the sky and everything in my mind melted away as I viewed the city below, the mountains loomed to my side. The cold air rippled through my clothes and hair, but I was not cold. Some things about being a vampire sure seemed like it was worth it; of course if I were a normal vampire I would need to be at least one hundred years old to fly. I looked up to see stars poking out between slivers of dark clouds.

I leaned back so now that I was floating on my back as I drifted through the sky. Rolling around slowly until I was looking down at the ground. I had to grab all my hair so that it stopped whipping in my face. I had brought nothing to tie it up, so pulling it straight while holding it in a ponytail with one hand, I made my fingernails grow long and sharp with my other hand. I cut off my hair, letting it drop below me, I watched as it turned to dust and dissipated into the air.

I had learned a new trick from Charlotte about controlling my hair from growing back in seconds. This was a good trick for fighting because often my long hair would get in my way if I didn't have time to tie it up before a fight. I had to will it from growing, it was like squeezing my fist, it wasn’t hard but the minute I stopped my hair would grow back to the same length and color it was when I was died.

I would always be the same on the outside, never growing old or changing in anyway, I couldn’t lose weight but then again I couldn’t gain it. I've always been too thin, and would look so young; no one would ever take me serious, they would always treat me like a child. Alice looked so much like a little girl that all the humans were always asking where her parents were. It was hard for her to do anything without controlling minds, but at least she could control them. I still was unable to make anyone see anything and it made getting around difficult, it was hard to always be treated young.

Still
, who cares about all that, when you can fly. I let my mind go empty as I slowly spun around taking in the beauty of the night. With only the sound of the wind in my ears, I started humming a tune. The tune was by a rock band I had heard on the radio. For the first time in a long time, I felt free.

I  had been slowly falling to earth, it took a lot of energy to fly, like running. The longer I did it the sooner I would need to feed. Of course unlike any other vampire I could simply just wait and I would slowly recharge like a battery.

I was slowly falling toward a neighborhood with closely packed homes. I noticed a small graveyard and dropped toward the dark spot between the lights. I could still see all the graves dotted in-between the trees. I was now in a standing position as my feet softly made contact with the soft grass. I felt my hair grow, as I let it fall from my head and return to its original length. Now my hair was blonde again but the ends were black. It looked as if I took the last six inches of my hair had been dipped in ink. I knew Carrie was with me and dying to talk, which was probably a good thing. I need to work out some things going on in my head.

That’s when I saw him, standing in the shadow. He had not moved and inch as he leaned against a brick wall at the edge of the graveyard. Under a tree it was very dark even for my eyes, and because he was so close to the wall my second sight had not made out the shape of his body, but none the less there he stood. And now that I knew he was there I could hear his fast beating heart as he stood without movement. He would have seen me land; what did he think he was seeing I wondered.

As I approached him he pulled something out of his pocket, I readied myself. Then his hand went to his face I could clearly hear the sound of a Zippo lighter open as he lit his cigarette. The light from the flame of the lighter was like someone had put a spot light on him. With my eyes all I needed was a little bit of light to see in the darkest of dark.

Now that I could see him, he looked kind of familiar. He was wearing all black even black jeans, with a black leather jacket. He had a ball cap on backwards with long curly hair. His lighter went out and he took a nervous deep drag on his cigarette, I was close enough now that I could see his hand shaking.

I came to a stop three feet in front of him, the red glow form the cigarette was all the light I needed. My teeth grew in anticipation, for I was about to feed.

He spoke, and the sound startled me, it had been quiet for so long, “I screwed up… I’m sorry. I should have never let you out of that truck.”

His eyes were full of sorrow and I could see his pain on his face, but I had no idea what he was talking about. I asked, “Do I know you?”

The boy stammered out, “You don’t remember me? That’s funny I thought you came out of the sky for revenge upon me. Not long ago me and my brother picked you up hitchhiking and gave you a ride to a party. We never saw you again, I always wondered if we should have dropped you off there, because we knew those guys. They were F—IN creeps. As I saw you come from the sky, I thought you had come for me. You are just as I remember you, but now that I get a better look at you, I don’t believe you are a ghost.”

I remembered him now, “Your one of the Hood brothers. You gave me a ride in that little yellow truck. You’re brother drives like a maniac… he scared the shit out of me. I forgot your name.”

He simply replied, “Eric.”

“So you were worried about me Eric, how sweet.” I smiled at this boy and thought better of him. Maybe I wouldn’t eat him.

He took a nervous drag, and then offered me a cigarette. I took it without a word as I put it to my lips he reached over and lit it for me. Then with a soft voice, “Are you here to kill me?”

Carrie spoke up as if it were her first breath of air, “Melabeth you never told me about hitchhiking with boys in a yellow truck.”

I didn’t answer Carrie, but I did answer Eric, “No, I’m not here to kill you. In truth I don’t have enough friends to start killing people who are being nice to me. If I start talking to myself, don’t worry about it, I’m haunted. Your safe… for tonight.”

Carrie asked with a sad voice, “Is David on that list now?”

Holding back tears, “I don’t know.”

With real concern Eric asked, “Don’t know what?” He had not heard Carrie’s question.

I calmed myself, then answered him, "Never mind. I told you I might start talking to myself… ghost. Can you do me a favor?"

He shrugged, "Anything."

I couldn’t help but smile when I replied, "Really." He looked even more nervous. I held back a laugh as I asked, "Do you have a phone I can use?"

He relaxed when he heard my request. Then pointing over his shoulder, "Yeah, I live about twelve houses down. You can use my parent’s phone."

"After you."

"Ok, just need to jump over this wall." And with that Eric proceeded to climb the brick wall.

I simply jumped over and landed without a noise on the other side. After a loud landing
, Eric looked up at the top of the wall, I realized he was waiting for me to come over. I announced, "Ready."

Eric jumped then spun around, I couldn’t help but laug
h. He shook his head, "Damn you're fast. Well come on, it's this way."

Carrie was walking with us, even though Eric could not see her. She asked as we walked towards Eric's house, “David betrayed you, why? Wha
t would be different between y'all if he just told you where those men where?”

Until she asked that question, I hadn't really thought about it. After a second of debating I said, “Well for one I would have had all my revenge. Then I could live a more peaceful… I want to be done with all this violence. I would want peace,” I spoke louder as the answer came to me. “He needs my help on killing all these Order members. It might take years to take down thi
s organization. He’s afraid that once I have my revenge that I wouldn’t need him anymore.”

Carrie said softly, “Are you sure?”

Eric followed my thinking and added, “Not sure what you're talking about, but it sounds like he knows your heart better then you. Leading you around by your hate instead of your nose. Is it too much to ask, what you are?”

“What do you mean by that? And I'm an angel, let's leave it at that.”

Eric replied, “If you were him, could you trust that you would stick around? It kind of sounds like to me that once you get what you need, you're out of whatever shit you're talking about. Kind of sounds like you are blinded by anger, but I could be wrong. Oh, I have always wanted to meet an Angel.”

Eric’s was right, I felt defeated. I put my face into my hands and stopped walking. Eric walked back to me. Slowly carefully put his arm around me and pulled me into a slow hug, I let him. Standing in the street, I wept for my loss. For I had lost my David.

I didn’t weep much, and Eric was so calm or clueless. Still I knew he didn’t believe my Angel remark. Either way it made it easier not to eat him. We continued on to his house. His house had a gate all the way around it. He had two large dogs, who knew better then to let me in. Eric wrestled with the dogs as we walked up to his home.

There he directed me into a door heading into the garage. It was a steal door and I could see through, it headed straight into a laundry room. Pushing the dogs back he shut the door. There was a second door at the other end of the laundry room. He pointed at it for me to go in. I felt the protection on his home, it was pushing me back.

I spoke softly, "Invite me in."

Like a dipshit he said, "No need to invite, just go in there."

I turned and faced him, he looked confused because I now blocked his path. "Invite me into your home."

"Oh, yeah, no problem." He froze for a moment and eyed me. "No way, you’re a vampire?"

"Please invite me."

He smiled like meeting a vampire was what he wanted. Then he really surprised me, by saying, "Come inside, you are welcome."

I felt the wall disappear, I turned and entered into the garage. To find out it was no garage, but a room built into the garage. With a new excitement to his voice, "The phone is right over there. I didn't believe vampires existed."