Dark Molly Book One

by Anderson, C. S

  Hector and his fellow Dark Adepts surround me and escort me from the room, back to my cell. They walk warily with me casting strange glances at me as we go. I get the barest whiff of fear from them and it gives me more hope that it probably should.

  “Do you wish to feed?” Hector asks me as they thrust me into the cell.

  Do I wish to feed? Do humans wish to breathe? Is water fucking wet? Is the pope catholic? Do bears shit in the damn woods?

  “No.” I tell him as he slams the door to the cell closed in my face.

  He stands in front of the cell and stares in at me, his face is a study in conflicting emotions. Even to my enhanced senses what he is feeling just now, is a mystery. He whispers a spell into his left fist and casts it at me.

  I stand still and let the spell swirl about me and return to him, a simple look see spell is all it is.

  Whatever it tells him I can’t read from his face if it is good news or bad. He stares at me for a few more seconds and then turns away without a word and walks back up the hallway.

  Leaving me alone.

  I sit on the floor in the cell and try to pull myself together. I have been tormented and turned but I am still me, still blessed with most of the same gifts I have always been blessed with.

  Except for my magic.

  But I still have my intelligence, and I have always prided myself on that, even though pride is a sin of course.

  A relatively small one on the scale I have been dealing with just lately.

  I need to get out of here to have any hope at all, whatever Hector and his fellow Adepts want to try on me can’t be good for me. I have endured so much already and have no wish to be subjected to more. My training has taught me that every problem contains the elements of its solution.

  Defining the problem is part way to a solution.

  A stitch in time saves nine.

  I sit in my cell mouthing such trite platitudes to myself which is getting me nowhere and the damn clock is ticking against me.

  Through my connection with the Master vampire I feel him leave the building and move out of range of my senses. Apparently he is going out for a bit, one by one I feel the rest of the vampires do the same.

  Hunting time.

  The thirst rises in me again and again I use my Adept training to smash it down and lock it away to be dealt with later. My senses tell me one more thing of interest.

  One vampire hasn’t left and is now moving down the hallway slowly towards me.

  Connections flash through my mind weighing possibilities and all at once I am pretty sure I know who is coming towards me and why.

  The sly dark voice chuckles richly somewhere in the back of my mind telling me that she has come to the same conclusion.

  Crap, I just called her she.

  Whatever they have done to me has elevated the faint little voice in my head to a rapidly evolving personality.

  Which isn’t good but given my situation is still likely the least of my problems.

  Right this second my biggest problem is that a vampire far older, stronger and more powerful than myself is walking to me with a silver tipped wooden stake in her cold pale hand.

  She is coming to end me.

  Chapter Twelve

  She stares at me as she comes, her eyes glittering oddly in the darkness. Her face is an unreadable mask and she moves in silence.

  I spring to my feet and stand in a low crouch with my fangs bared, this new existence is a living hell, but I won’t just stand here and be slaughtered. She stops moving a few feet down the hall and stands there holding the stake pointed end down along the side of her leg.

  “You scorn the gift my master gave you, you are unworthy of what he has given you.” She says softly.

  “Didn’t ask for it.” I tell her flatly as I prepared to tear her up as much as I can before she kills me.

  After a long moment she nods, more to herself than me I get the feeling.

  “Do us all a favor and go find a patch of daylight to stand in.” She tells me as she reaches out a pale hand and effortlessly tears my cell door open.

  “Go!” She hisses at me as I hesitate.

  I move past her in a desperate blur totally expecting her to stop me and shove the stake into my unbeating heat. But she stands as still as a statue and doesn’t even bother to glance at me as I take my leave. She is letting me escape for reasons of her own that I would likely never understand.

  Nobody is between me and the back door to the place and scarcely slowing down I kick it open and just like that I am free of the place and in a filthy dark alley somewhere in skid row.

  I slip rapidly down a side alley and start putting distance between myself and my captors. I am only a few blocks away before I run into trouble.

  “Well now, what have we here?” A deep voice says from behind me and a huge man wearing a bowler hat and carrying a baseball bat steps out of a shadowed doorway of a brothel.

  Two smaller men stand grinning vacantly behind him leering at me.

  “Don’t think she got nothing on under that robe boss.” One giggles obscenely into his dirty hand covering a mouthful of rotted teeth.

  “Noticed that myself Micky. Girl, don’t know who you belong to but I run the girls in this neighborhood. You ain’t one of mine, mores the pity. We don’t let bitches freelance around here.” He tells me in his booming voice.

  “I am not a whore.” I tell him flatly staring at him until he looks away.

  “Course she is, ain’t all women?” The other smaller man chimes in, which sets his buddy off giggling again.

  “Shut up Danny. Maybe you ain’t yet darling but I am inclined to offer you employment. How would you like to be one of my girls?” The big man offers with a grin.

  “Fuck you.” I tell him quietly, a strange calm has come over me. I am empty of fear and most everything else.

  “Well now, that is sort of a job requirement. Ain’t really giving you a choice bitch. You work for me now, my name is Billy, Billy the Bat. Can you guess why people call me that?” He growls at me as he takes a step closer.

  “I am guessing that it doesn’t have anything to do with the size of your dick.”

  There is a moment of stunned silence, I have no idea why I said that. It just came out. The silence is broken when his buddy starts giggling again.

  Billy backhands him so hard that he bounces off of the wall of the brothel and goes down into the muddy alley floor in a boneless heap.

  “Well now, somebody needs to be taught some manners. It will be fun breaking you in girl. I need you working so I will take it easy on your face but you are in for a painful time of it.” He hisses at me.

  In the face of all I have endured since I was taken, his threat suddenly strikes me as hysterically funny and I lean against the wall of the building and start laughing.

  And that is when it happens for the very first time.

  That is when the sly voice in my head finally decides that it is time to come out and play.

  “What is your name bitch?” He demands as he raises the bat and steps towards me.

  “You can call me Dark Molly.”

  Interlude Present Day-Andrea

  The first time and for a few times afterwards that I lost control and the entity known as Dark Molly took over I didn’t go all the way to sleep. It was more like I got very drowsy watching a not very interesting play and stopped paying attention to it. I was aware of what was going on but in a very fuzzy detached sort of way. I often wondered if that is what Dark Molly felt like when I was in control.

  After a time even that tenuous connection became lost, when she rises and assumes control now I simply go to a dreamless sleep state.

  I watched her take the bat away from the huge pimp and then beat him to death with it with gleeful abandon. Before they could run away she also killed the other two men, draining the man the pimp had knocked down, as he tried to struggle to his feet.

  It was all over in seconds.

  She stood the
re for a moment or two staring down at her handy work and then she kicked the back door of the brothel in. A few minutes passed and she comes back out dressed in dark clothing including a black leather trench coat. Screams followed her out but she ignored them and moved out into the night.

  The next part of my story will be hard for me to tell, I must walk a dangerous line to do so. If I concentrate I can recreate things and tell my story from my alter egos perspective but in doing so I risk lending her the strength to overcome me.

  I will do my best, a man I loved asked me to tell my story and I will do just that. He will never get to read it because he is dead.

  I killed him.

  Well, in truth Dark Molly killed him and it was mostly an accident.

  Doesn’t make him any less dead.

  So I tap out these sad lines on my lap top in yet another cheap motel room. The story is flowing from me faster and faster now, almost as if I know that the clock may finally be running out for me.

  I return you now to my story…

  Chapter Thirteen

  Seattle 1914

  Dark Molly

  I stride through the night glorying in the sensations flowing through me. I have a body! An undead cold thing to be sure but a body nonetheless. I embrace the power and strength inherent in it but at the same time rage simmers in me at what has been done to it.

  For as long as I can remember I have been a dark passenger in the simpering little twits I share existence with mind, experiencing everything second hand. I was actually grateful to be in the passenger seat while the coven of Dark Adepts tortured, raped and degraded her. Being there for the full ride would have been much worse.

  I am in control now and calling the shots and one thing that I have decided is that they will all die.

  All nine members of the coven and then at the end of things, the Master vampire who turned her.

  One by bloody one.

  After that, well who the hell knows? I have to act quickly because I don’t know how long I will be in control of this body. I may not have much time before she manages to wrest control back. I suspect that she will allow me the time to do what is needed for it was her rage and hatred towards those who did this to her that freed me.

  Time for a little pay back.

  The night calls to me, the blood of the fools who accosted me has filled me with strength of body and will. Time to find my friend Hector Torres and ask him a few questions. I will not be asking him nicely.

  Let us see if he still likes it rough when I am done with him.

  I can feel Andrea in the back of my mind, stuffed into the little box she has always kept me in. I wonder how she likes it.

  I have always hated it.

  Whatever the dark magic was trying to do has made me more than I was before, I suppose I should be grateful for that, but I am not. Rage burns in me and leaves no room for much else.

  They branded Andrea a failed experiment and that might even be true.

  I mutter a seeking spell focused on Hector and release it into the night.

  I feel it rush away into the night.

  Apparently what they attempted on her actually worked on me.

  But I am not going to be the good little puppet slave Bartholomew wants, I am not going to help him create more magic wielding vampire so that he can shift the balance between humans and vamps.

  Instead I am going to kill him and everybody and everything that stands between me and him. As painfully and messily as possible.

  And I am going to enjoy every single moment of the process.

  The process begins right the hell now!

  The seeking spell comes back to me, muddled and tattered, but it comes back to me and I move off in the direction that it tells me to.

  I step into a deeply shadowed doorway to let a pair of Guns pass me by. Through the other bitch in my heads memories, I know what they are and what they do. I just killed three humans so I am now firmly on their naughty list and with them that is a death sentence. They move like the highly trained competent killers that they are, sticking out like two wolves moving through a flock of sheep.

  They pass me by and move on going about whatever business that they are going about this fine evening.

  So I return to going about mine.

  I keep to the shadows and try not to draw any attention to myself. Soon, if it hasn’t happened already my escape will be noticed and they will come looking for me. I would rather meet them on my terms but I will slaughter them one way or the other.

  I have no idea why the vampire bitch helped Andrea escape, it baffles me. Maybe she didn’t like the idea of another female vamp to compete for her master’s attention with. Whatever her motives, call me ungrateful but, I am going to kill her as well. She was fully involved in the torments that this shared body was put through and I am one unforgiving bitch when it comes down to it.

  The spell leads me down a narrow alley way and to the back door of a bar slash brothel. Rowdy piano music fills the alley as I stand there looking at the place.

  Hector is in there.

  Second story, third room from the left from the top of the stairs. There is a whore with him which just might buy me a little time to work my way through whatever wards he might have in place. Catch the little fuck by surprise and ruin his whole damn night.

  I walk calmly past the bouncer sitting on a stool, he gives me a hard stare and half rises but with a flick of glamor, I sit his ass back down. He is staring blankly at a wall as I move past him.

  The bar is empty.

  A single human bartender is polishing glasses behind the long bar, he gives me a roguish grin as he sees me.

  “Well darling, you just made my whole night. My name is Sean Erskine, what’s yours?”

  He isn’t as good looking as he thinks he is but he is close by human standards I suppose. To me he is a bag of blood and he will live or die by my whim.

  “Dark Molly. You are the bartender?” I ask him flatly.

  “I prefer the term hero who saves the day by making a beautiful woman the perfect cocktail and saving her world.” He tells me in a jaunty tone oozing Irish charm.

  I need a drink, but I doubt if he would enjoy my order all that much. Shreds of Andrea’s morals cling to me and steer me away from simply slaughtering him where he stands. Not when the shit stain I want is just up a short flight of stairs.

  He at least deserves killing.

  “Go to sleep Sean.” I tell him roughly and the glamor hits him hard and he drops out of sight behind the bar.

  Out of sight, out of mind.

  For his sake we can hope so anyway.

  I draw the unfamiliar tatters of magic from the bitch whose body I have hijacked and start working my way up the stairs.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I pull him off of the whore he is grinding against and throw him hard into the opposite wall. He lies there stunned for a moment and I lock eyes with the skinny little black girl he had pinned to the bed.

  “Go downstairs and fuck the bartender, guy named Sean.” I suggest pleasantly enough while I give her a hard stab of glamor.

  She nods absently and wanders naked out of the room strolling out into the hallway and towards the stairwell.

  Hector pulls himself up against the wall and tries shakily to form a curse with his left hand.

  I flash across the distance separating us and snap his wrist like a dry twig. For good measure I fracture his arm in two more places, one so badly that bone is sticking up through the torn skin.

  In for a penny, in for a pound.

  I grab the protruding bone and smash it into shards with a blow of my fist.

  Then I grab a shard and plunged the sharp end of it into his left eye.

  I clamp a cold hand over his mouth to stifle the scream he is trying to shriek into the darkness.

  “Hello Hector, do you still like it rough?” I ask him savagely as I toss him back onto the bed.

  He is breathing hard and cradling his ruined arm again
st his chest, he stares at me through his remaining eye and manages a grin.

  “By the darkness girl, you are a tough little cookie. By the Masters name I command you to cease this! He has forbidden you to harm me!” He barks at me.

  I stare pointedly at his shattered arm and give him a wicked grin in return.

  “Your Master, the asshole may own Andrea, but I am Dark Molly and you and your Master can expect no obedience from me.” I tell him.

  And then I use my magic to light the candle that sits on the dresser to the right of the bed.

  His eyes go huge and looks of disbelief and shock broadcast themselves across his face.

  “Stop this nonsense right now, I can heal what you have done to me. The Master will reward us both beyond what you are capable of imagining! I knew you were the one little Adept, I bloody knew it in my bones.” He babbles.

  It annoys me.

  So I pull out another shard of shattered bone as he screams and plunge it into the other eye.

  A last minute decision, his voice annoyed me, so I almost ripped out his tongue instead but he can answer my questions blind but he can’t answer them without a tongue. Even fucked up and helpless like this, he is feeding my rage and I struggle to make logical decisions like this.

  It takes four more fragments of sharp bone inserted into strategic places before he answers all of the questions I put to him, but in the end he does so.

  I use three more bone shards strictly for my own amusement after that and then I sink my fangs into his neck and relieve him of the burden of survival.

  I can taste the magic in his blood.

  His power swims through for a long moment until I just blend it into my own. I stand there giddy and blood drunk for a long minute and then I return to practicalities and the business at hand.

  Agenda, kill the other eight coven members and then the Master fucking vamp himself. One little, two little, three little Indians and so on and so forth. Then, well hell the world is my oyster and other such bullshit.