Dark Molly Book One

by Anderson, C. S

  Fuck it, I have a list of names and an idea where to find the unlucky owners of those names and that is more than enough entertainment for one long night.

  I leave his battered corpse lying on the bed and take my leave through the window dropping into the alley below. I look at my list and the notes I have taken and decide to visit the closest coven member first.

  Turns out she is the red head Andrea beat the crap out of when she tried to escape what seems like decades ago now.

  Bits and pieces of what she and her friends did to me flash through my mind and I feel my grip on possessing this body strengthen. She will pay for what she did and so will all of her little friends.

  She is dead meat walking.

  I find her in an opium den on the other end of skid row, stretched out on a cot with a smoldering pipe on a small stand next to her. Her eyes are closed and a vacant smile softens her face.

  Hello Elaine, let us begin shall we?

  She is deep in pipe dreams and I am about to drag her ass into a nightmare.

  I have run off the staff between glamor and threats and it’s just she and I and a handful of other dreamers left unattended.

  They are not my business, she is.

  I straddle her and begin slapping her, lightly at first but then harder as I lose patience.

  She loses a tooth or two in the process.

  Her eyes flutter open and then widen as they take me in, even stoned she is dangerous and I am just fast enough to grab her left hand as she tries to form a curse.

  I stare into her face as I slowly twist her hand at the wrist feeling bones break and ligaments tear as I relentlessly keep on turning it.

  After a few turns it is hanging by a thread of bloody flesh so I finish the job and tear it off and fling it into a dark corner.

  She has screamed herself hoarse and now is only capable of small whimpering sounds.

  I find those sounds delightful and I take a few moments to enjoy them.

  I sink my fangs into her throat and feed until I feel her heart still and stop.

  Her blood and her magic fill me to the point of pain, but it is ok because I love the pain.

  As I walk away I mutter a quick spell under my breath and cast it backwards at her.

  Her face catches on fire and suddenly she isn’t so pretty any more. The smoke mingles with the opium smoke that still lingers in the room and the smell follows me out into the dark alley.

  Promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep…

  Chapter Fifteen

  I have been cheated of my revenge, I stand in the filthy bedroom of a filthy little house and look down at the bodies of those who were by painfully earned right, mine to kill.

  Aleska and Savanna lie tangled in each other arms and both of their bodies are riddled with bullet wounds. Shell casings litter the floor and when I tried to pick one up it burned my fingers.

  Blessed rounds, means that The Order and their bloody Guns have beat me to killing these fucks.

  Saying that rage flashed through me is akin to saying that a forest fire is a bit of random flame.

  Andrea lived to get the chance to be a sniveling little white Adept and serve the damn Order in their war against the vamps. They are now all on my shit list which is not a particularly healthy place to be.

  Enough. There are still a lot of people to kill and only so many hours until the dawn. I walk out of the place and pause only to set the damn place on fire as I leave.

  I will bank my anger and spend it on the next names on the damn list.

  Mores the pity for them.

  Which as it turns out I don’t have to go too far to find because the little shit is waiting for me as I come out of the burning house.

  I just fucking barely get a protection spell up before his curse hits me and before I can even react to the first he flings another, and then another.

  A hairless dwarf albino man grins at me from across the street from the burning house. He gives me a wink and a leer and flings another curse.

  His coven called him Puck.

  “You have been a busy girl haven’t you princess? I am going to fuck you again and then kill you once and for all, or hell, maybe the other way around. Either really works for me.”

  I am full of blood and magic so his curses slide off of my protection spell. As I watch he draws an Iver Johnson 38 top break revolver and he begins to fire it at me.

  The bullets, well they sting a little. They aren’t blessed or silver, just simple lead and they tear ragged little holes in me that begin to close almost instantly. I am healed in moments but it has cost me magic and blood and I’m suddenly very thirsty.

  I smile at him.

  Can an albino go pale with fear? You wouldn’t think so but I almost would swear that he did.

  Then he does me a favor and tries to run.

  Which means that I get to chase him.

  Vampires live for the hunt so he is really doing me a favor even if his little legs don’t take him very damn far.

  I run him down in an alley behind a bar, I can hear a song playing through the open back door.

  Some guy singing about how he is a devil in his own home town, seems appropriate somehow.

  I grab him by the throat and pin him against a convenient wall. He pisses himself and tries to squeak something but I will never know what he was trying to say because I slowly increase the pressure as I watched him suffocate.

  He passed out and I tear his damn throat open and feast on his blood and his power. It fills me once again to the point of the pain and I relish the pain for it is proof of my revenge on these bastards.

  I toss his small body aside and it clatters against some overfilled trash bins.

  I have vowed revenge against all who have wronged me and or Andrea and I am keeping that dark promise tonight.

  Promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.

  I pick up Puck’s silly little gun and stash it away in my jacket pocket, not that I need it of course. Call it a souvenir of sorts if you will.

  Time to move onto the next name on my little list.

  Antonio Cesario.

  The seeking spell doesn’t sputter any more it moves smoothly out into the darkness and seconds after uttering it returns to me with the location of the man I seek.

  Smiling in the darkness, I move down the alley towards where I need to go to find him.

  Seattle is a city that caters to many vices, including establishments that cater to men who enjoy the sexual company of other men.

  I find him in a back room of a private club and the boy busy between his legs isn’t a day older than fourteen.

  Andrea struggles weakly to the surface for a moment and asserts her will that no innocent be harmed and then she is gone like a swimmer pulled under by a strong tide.

  “Stand up.” I compel the boy and he does so jerking to his feet like a good little puppet.

  Antonio’s pants are lying by the chair and I simply hand the boy his wallet and tell him to run away.

  He does so and then me and the Dark Adept are alone.

  The shit stain starts to beg and the sounds that he is making annoy me so I tear his tongue out. I squeeze it into a blood pulp in my pale fist and lick my hand until all the blood is gone.

  Leaving me wanting more.

  Then I tear off a part of his anatomy I just don’t think he has any right to have any more and stuff it down his evil throat.

  As he chokes on it I feed on him until he dies. His blood and his magic join the rest of the macabre mix within me.

  On the way out a bouncer shouts at me in German and shoves a knife into my side and I pull it back out and bury it in his heart. He drops to the floor nothing but a couple of hundred pounds of soon to be rotting meat. This discourages anyone else from doing anything but watching me leave.

  It has been a busy night so far, I am half drunk on blood and magic and the pleasure of revenge. Not bad for somebody who was just a voice in someone else’s head not that damn l
ong ago. Not bad for someone who was fucking dismissed as an imaginary friend.

  Two names to go on my little list and then it is the Master vamps turn. Truth be told I have no idea if I am strong enough to take him down or not. What it will come down to is either I destroy him or he destroys me.

  I am ok with those odds, I wonder if he is?

  He must know by now that I’m tearing his little Dark Adept friends up, yet he has not chosen to intervene. He is an ancient vampire and they do things in their own time and for their own reasons.

  I close my eyes and I can feel him, he is sitting in the same dark room he turned me in. He feels calm and full of a dark endless patience.

  He is waiting for me.

  My job will be to make him less happy to see me when I finally show up.

  Smiling in the darkness of the alley I return to the bloody business at hand.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Two names left from the coven that tormented me. It wasn’t planned but it seems like I have left the two most twisted members for last.

  Hector did what he did to serve his master, the rest did what they did to please their coven leader. These two did what they did because they fucking loved doing it.

  As I stalk down the street the seeking spell is leading me down my rage begins to build as I access Andrea’s memories of what they did to her.

  And the memory of how much pleasure they took in doing it to her.

  Morgan is a big bull of a man, Stephanie is a tiny little slip of a blonde bitch with long sharp nails painted crimson.

  Those nails hurt.

  But not as much as what I am going to do to her will.

  I take what comfort I can in that.

  This won’t be as easy as the others, they know that I am coming for them by now and they will have taken precautions and gotten their defenses in order.

  No matter, hard or easy they will die just the same as the others have.

  The night pulses around me, I am full to the brim with power and blood. I am already far more powerful and formidable than a typical newbie vampire. Part of that is what the dark coven did to me, part of that is what I have done to them.

  Part of that is just who and what I am.

  I am no longer in skid row. The houses I stride purposefully past are increasingly more elaborate and expensive with each damn step.

  Pausing in front of a red brick mansion that seethes with dark power and dangerous protective wards, I sit behind my cloaking spell and send a hopefully undetected thread of magic at the house.

  Human guards surround the place, armed to the damn teeth, alert and looking for trouble.

  I am trouble.

  There are also guard dogs, a half dozen or so of them running loose in the space between the two fences surrounding the place.

  And just for the bloody fun of it, there is a hundred year old vampire just inside the doorway.

  She is holding a stake in her left hand.

  I suspect that she is none other than the vampire who allowed me to escape.

  A smart girl would make a plan, she would consider all the options and distract the guards with a clever diversion.

  Fuck that.

  Instead I decide to splatter the walls with blood.

  Gathering magic to me, I concentrate it on a shattering spell and fling it at the front gate, which explodes into bits of wood and metal.

  I walk past a few stunned guards lying on the ground and Andrea whispers to me that I can’t kill them if they stay down. She gets on my nerves, but I leave them where they are because I am after bigger game than them.

  As I get closer to the house I backhand a couple of the guard dogs out of my way and the rest take the hint and retreat yelping to the bushes surrounding the house.

  The vampire who freed me rushes at me too fast to dodge and buries the stake she is holding in my chest.

  A look of triumph flashes across her face followed by a look of confusion when I don’t go down or burst into flames or whatever the fuck vampires do when they get staked through the heart. Problem is you have to actually stake them through the heart.

  “You missed bitch.” I tell her calmly as I pull the stake out and toss it aside.

  “I should have destroyed you when I had the chance!” She hisses at me flashing her fangs and dropping into a crouch.

  “Yeah, you really should of.” I hiss back.

  I am a fledgling, a newbie little vamp and she is at least a century old. This should be no contest, she should be far stronger and faster than I am.

  She isn’t.

  She gets a few nice hits in but in the end I have her pinned to the wall, both of her arms broken and twitching uselessly by her sides.

  I slam her hard a few times against the wall and drop her in a heap on the ground.

  Then I pick up the stake and shove it into her chest.

  I don’t miss her heart.

  Which answers my question of what happens to vampires when they get a stake through the heart.

  She stiffens, screams once and then slowly begins to crumble into a grey stinking dust. It is over in seconds and the night breeze does a good job of scattering what is left of her into the darkness.

  Two of the guards rush at me firing their guns, the bullets knock me back a few steps but all they really serve to do is piss me off.

  In a blur of speed I take them down and they are dead and drained in seconds.

  They should have stayed down.

  Instinct tells me to duck and I do so just in time to avoid a barrage of gun fire from the doorway. The bullets slam into the wall where I was standing just an instant before.

  “Her name was Jasmine you little bitch!” Morgan bellows at me as he tries to aim his rifle at me again.

  I flick a spell at him and the rifle blows up in his face knocking him back into the house. I can see his feet kicking wildly in the doorway and hear him screaming until both of those thing just stop.

  A sudden flare of agony lances through me as Stephanie plunges a silver plated sword into my back.

  “I would curse you dead girl but I am saving what magic is left to use to rebuild our coven after I finish you. I told Hector that what we were doing was too dangerous.” She tells me in a grim tone as she stands over me holding the bloody sword.

  The pain is indescribable but I struggle to my feet to face her anyway. I clench my fists and ignore the trickle of the blood I can feel running down my back from the wicked gash she gave me.

  The silver in the blade is poisoning me, weakening me and the pain is making it impossible to concentrate long enough to form a spell. I need to feed to have any hope of healing.

  “Hungry are we? Well isn’t that too bad. I will bring your head to Bartholomew and together he and I will find new Dark Adepts and reform the coven.” She tells me as she raises the sword for a killing stroke.

  “Fuck you.” I tell her weakly as I fumble in my jacket pocket.

  “Brave words from someone so helpless.” She sneers and starts to swing the sword.

  The gun I took from Puck barks three times and kicks in my hand as I fire it into her belly. I keep pulling the trigger but all it does now is click on the empty cylinder.

  Her eyes go huge and her mouth make a perfect O of surprise, she drops the sword and falls to her knees holding her hands to her stomach trying to stem the flow of blood.

  The blood calls to me and I am on her slamming her to the ground and then feeding hungrily from her neck. She spasms weakly a few times and moans softly before she dies and goes utterly still.

  I raise my blood stained face to the moon overhead and howl like one of the dogs cowering in terror in the bushes.

  Her blood flows into me healing the wound she gave me and giving me new strength. Her blood tastes of dark magic and I feel that flowing in me as well.

  I kick her corpse away from me and go to check on Morgan, I need to see him dead.

  Chapter Seventeen

  I find him trying to crawl away from t
he house, his face is a bloody ruin full of shrapnel from the exploded rifle. One eye is just gone and he glares at me through the one he has left. One hand is maimed and missing fingers with horrible burns all over it.

  “Hello Morgan.” I greet him pleasantly enough.

  Then I kick him in the teeth.

  “He will end you! The Master will end you for this! We were his loyal servants, you were just a fucking failed experiment!” He says after he spits out a mouthful of blood and teeth onto the ground.

  I say a quick spell and suddenly his feet are on fire.

  His screams are like music to me and I sink my fangs into his wrist and consume his blood and magic while I listen to them.

  He is a big strong man and lives long enough for me to get a good drink before he dies. His legs are charred and twisted all the way up to his knees with the fire still burning as I walk away.

  In the distance I can hear sirens, it is time to be somewhere else.

  One little, two little, three little Indians…

  Nine actually. The entire coven slaughtered down to the last member. Not a bad nights work really.

  Except that it isn’t over yet.

  Bartholomew is next.

  I close my eyes and I can feel him just sitting quietly and patiently in the darkness. He is waiting for me but he won’t have to wait much longer.

  I walk away from the nice house and the carnage surrounding it, full to bursting with blood and power stolen from those who have wronged me and the other bitch in my head.

  She is still in there watching me do what she would not have had the stomach to do herself. Whatever I was born for this and I will not stop until the Master vampire is destroyed or I am.

  Either way right now Andrea is just along for the ride.

  If by some chance I am the winner in tonight’s little end game, I will have to work on a way to make that a permanent situation.

  But for now I will concentrate on the task at hand.

  Bartholomew must die.

  Interlude- Present Day Andrea

  I had to stop for a while, telling the story from my dark counterpoints point of view was lending her too much strength and she nearly wrest control away from me again. As I paced the floor of the cheap motel I fought her in a silent battle for dominance that I just barely won.