Dark Molly Book One

by Anderson, C. S

  These struggles are coming more and more frequently since the events in Seattle and I fear that I am losing precious ground against her. Each time she seems just a little stronger and I, a little weaker, the final outcome is beginning to become clear but I will fight against it while I still can.

  Her bloody night of revenge is a shame on my soul, if I still have such a thing. She was right, I never would have had the stomach for the things she did and I am ashamed to say that I am glad that she did them. I was as she said, along for the ride, but I must confess I did not try to stop her. As a sop to my conscious I did what I could to keep her from killing innocent bystanders but that is all that I did. She was a perfect storm of violence and mayhem, a walking talking buzzsaw of death that I unleashed on those who tormented me. I am ashamed, yet not sorry that I did so.

  They all needed to die.

  All I care about right now is telling my story as I promised my love that I would. I find that I really don’t care all that much what happens to me after that. I will honor my promise to the man who died protecting me and then whatever will be, will be.

  To whoever reads this, if anyone ever actually does, please don’t judge me too harshly for my many sins. Don’t judge me for all of the blood on my hands and for the weight of all the deaths on my soul.

  I have done the best that I could…

  Chapter Eighteen

  I cross the city quickly, all obstacles between me and the Master vampire have been eliminated. There is no need for stealth or planning he knows that I am coming and he must know why. This was always how this was going to play out, a confrontation between us with only one of us walking away. Whatever is going to happen needs to happen quickly as dawn and the lethal sun is not far away now.

  Well, almost no obstacles left between us. Twice I have had to cloak myself and hide from teams of Guns combing the streets.

  Looking for me no doubt, Andrea’s precious Order must be going crazy trying to figure out what the hell is going on with the city, being littered with dead Dark Adepts with a sprinkling of dead drained humans thrown into the mix. They operate quietly from the shadows and I have been making a hell of a lot of noise.

  I want to stop and kill them, they did after all rob me of part of my revenge, but the clock is ticking and I simply can’t spare the time for them just now. If I happen to survive this night’s festivities I can always revisit them and see what fun can be had from that.

  But for now I am all business.

  I get to his mansion and I kick the door in so hard that it leaves a dent in the wall it slams into.

  “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” I call out jauntily as I step into the house.

  “Come to me Andrea Doyle, as your sire I command you to come to me.” His voice is as deep and rich as I remember it but it fails to move me to instant blind obedience like it did her.

  Weak bitch.

  I can feel the tug of his voice on her and for a moment she tries to rise to the surface to heed it. She struggles briefly but I shove her back down brutally and stay in control.

  I follow the long stairway down to his lair, the dark room where all of this began. The room where he robbed us of our human life and made us into what we are now. There is no urgency in my steps, I simply walk down the stairs and enter the room calmly.

  He is sitting in the same chair that I first saw him in and he stares at me with an unreadable face as I come in. We regard one another in silence for a few moments until he breaks it by starting to clap his hand slowly.

  “Bravo, my dear, bravo. You have made tonight ever so very diverting.” He tells me dryly, something that might be the sick bastard of a smile flickering across his sharply angled face.

  “They are all dead, Hector, the rest of them. They are all dead, I killed them. Well, most of them anyway. Guns from The Order killed two.” I tell him flatly looking for some kind of reaction.

  “I know little friend, I felt them all die. I must confess I am intrigued. You are a mere fledgling, any of them should have been more than your match. Whatever they did to you must have had some profound effect on your vampire development even if it wasn’t quite the effect we sought.” His tone is almost bored as he talks to me.

  He stands up and towers over me and tries to snag my eyes with his. I am not sure that I am as resistant to that trick as I am to the ones he plays with his voice, so I don’t meet his stare.

  “Andrea Doyle, I did order you not to harm my Adepts and yet you were able to kill them all. That is of course both unforgivable and impossible. I command you to sit at my feet and explain all of this to me slowly and carefully.” His voice booms at me, no longer bored now but sounding annoyed.

  In answer, I light every single candle in the room and they stay lit this time sending crazy shadows bouncing around the room.

  He actually gasps in shock and sits back down in his chair heavily.

  “By the Darkness! When I had Jasmine release you it was with the barest hope that what the coven had done to you would perhaps emerge more if you were forced to hunt and feed on your own as opposed to being locked in a cell and brought food. They did it, by the darkness, they actually did it! Oh, little Adept we shall remake this world together we shall. Come now and obey me Andrea Doyle.” There are notes of excitement in his voice that speak of how long he has waited for this.

  Well that explains why Jasmine allowed me to escape, fucking vampires and their little fucking games.

  “Stop calling me that.” I hiss at him.

  “I am your sire little friend, I will call you whatever I wish. Now for the last time Andrea Doyle I command you and you will obey me. Come…sit…by…me.” His voice is like thunder echoing in the room.

  And just as harmless.

  He likes the sound of his own voice too much. He should have killed me where I stood the instant he knew I could disobey him. His arrogance will now be his downfall and his doom.

  The time to strike is now before it occurs to him the danger that he is in. Before it occurs to him that I may actually be a threat to him.

  I send a stab of magic at him that binds him to the spot he is sitting in. He can no more move than a bird shit splattered statue in a park can get up and dance.

  Actually, there may be a spell for that, but never mind.

  Vampires may not be able to wield magic but they for certain can be affected by it.

  “My name, you sick twisted ancient fuck, is Dark Molly and you are nothing to me but the next thing that I kill.” I tell him as I take a step or two closer to him.

  He strains against the spell, he is over eight hundred years old and has a very strong will but in the end the magic boiling in me, both my own and stolen, is a match for that will and he is trapped like a fly in a web.

  “Don’t be a fool! This shouldn’t be possible! What in the Darkness are you? Hector spoke of a discord in your aura but even with our rituals that discord couldn’t have evolved like this.” He protests, his face a strained mask as he struggles against the magic holding him.

  I give him a wicked grin as my answer to that.

  “Very well then, whoever or whatever you are. Join with me as an equal then. Together we can create others like you and finally tip the balance between us and the humans in our favor. The streets will run with human blood as we vampires take our rightful place as masters of this world.” There is a pleading urgency in his voice as he makes this last desperate offer.

  I step a few steps closer and stare into his face, finally daring to meet his gaze. We stare at each other for a long drawn out moment and then I spit into his face.

  “Going to pass on that. I never wanted to be this cold dead thing you have created. After I kill you I am going to kill every Dark Adept and blood sucking vamp I come across on general principles.” I tell him calmly.

  He roars and blusters and threatens but in the end it all comes down to Shakespeare.

  The noises he is making are nothing but a tale told by an idiot, full of soun
d and fury signifying nothing.

  I slap him hard across the face and it is like hitting cold hard stone.

  “All your plans lie in ruin you sick fuck, your bloodline ends here. I will track down and kill any of your progeny left out there in the world.”

  He howls, it is such a horrible sound that for an instant I actually cringe against it. The spell faulters for a long terrible moment and he surges against it desperately and manages to rise a few fractions of an inch before the spell drags him firmly down again.

  “Don’t go trying to leave the party Bart old pal, the fun is just getting started.” I tell him.

  The clock is ticking so playtime with him will be sadly brief I fear. Dawn is stalking us and I have no wish to feel the sting of the first weak rays of daylight.

  I climb up on his lap and straddle him, I flash my fangs at him while licking my lips.

  “I am hungry.” I whisper in his pale ear as I stroke the side of his face with my finger.

  “No! Whoever or whatever you are this is forbidden amongst our kind. Harming one’s sire is an unspeakable act amongst vampires, the Council will hunt you down like a mad dog and end you!”

  He is struggling with all his centuries worth of strength but he was doomed to this the moment he didn’t attack me when I came in.

  “News for you, Bart old pal, they won’t have to go to the trouble of hunting me. I just might be hunting them.” I whisper one last time into his ear.

  And then my fangs find the sweet spot on his cold pale neck.

  His blood and power flow into me and mingle with mine, every inch of me is thrumming with the rush of it and I almost feel like I could spontaneously explode from the overload of it. He bellows and screams out his rage and terror until he is too weak to do so.

  And then he is nothing but a drained husk.

  I stand up and just too be sure of things I tear off his head and crush it beneath my boots. My head spins with the intoxicating energies I have stolen from him.

  Suddenly, I am aware of the weight of the dawn outside pressing down on me. Andrea whispers to me from whatever dark corner she is hiding in that it would be so easy to just go outside and stand in the light of the sun and let things end.

  I let her have her say but decide it would be more interesting to take things one night at a time. Like good old Bart said the whole vampire council would be hunting me soon not to mention other covens of Dark Adepts and squads of Guns from the Order.

  With that many things trying to kill me suicide seems a little silly.

  I move with new blinding speed out of the house and into the woods on the edge of town where I bury myself in the earth deep enough to escape the sun.

  Time to rest, it has been a hell of a night.

  Interlude Present Day-Andrea

  It is done.

  I close the cover of my laptop, my sad tale is now as promised, told. A hundred or so years has passed since it began and still we survive.

  The vampire Council gave up on trying to kill Dark Molly after she killed every single vampire that they sent after her time and time again. In the end a truce of sorts was in place, she didn’t seek them if they didn’t seek her.

  For a century now we have done our little dance around each other sharing this body in the same sort of uneasy truce.

  I stand staring into the mirror now and wonder if that truce is now drawing to a close.

  I am so tired.

  The face in the mirror slowly changes from my own to my wickedly smiling alter ego and I sense that my time has come. I nod tiredly at her and close my eyes and drift away…

  Epilogue: Present day Dark Molly

  I am free.

  Looking in the mirror, yeah assholes, vampires show up in mirrors, I think that I have finally pulled it off. I think that I have gained the upper hand in the constant struggle between me and the other bitch that lives in my head.

  Being her meat puppet was beginning to get on my damn nerves.

  Ever since I more or less accidently killed her lover Brian during the battle at SafeCo field her unbeating heart hasn’t really been in the fight anyway. Her sorrow and resulting apathy has allowed me to gain ground that has long been denied to me.

  I look in the mirror now and I see only me.

  She feels gone but I suppose she still exists somewhere deep inside of me. What the fuck ever sports fans, I am now in charge of this here rodeo.

  About damn time.

  I read her account of things on her silly little toy she so earnestly types into. Despite what the bitch thinks I am at least as tech savvy as she is. I just have no interest in such things.

  Why write about killing when you can be out there in the world killing?

  Fuck it, this is the first day of the rest of my life.

  I will walk out that door unfettered by anyone else’s moral code. I will be free to act as my own dark impulses dictate. No more damn checks and balances to find wiggle room around. No more sniveling little voice in my head babbling about right and wrong.

  I decide that destroying her little toy lap whatever and wiping out her story isn’t worth my time. There are better things waiting for me in the night outside of this dump of a motel. My hunger is a magnet calling me outside into the falling night and I find myself helpless before that wild and glorious call.

  Gathering my few possessions together I get ready to answer that call.

  As I step outside the door of the motel, everything goes to shit all at once.

  I take two twelve gauge rounds to the chest and I go down. The fact that they aren’t blessed or silver loaded tells me that whoever they are want me alive.

  Fools.

  Figures wearing armor and night vision gear materialize out of the darkness and they are firing as they come.

  My body jerks with the impact of the rounds and I struggle to rise to my feet.

  Two more rounds from whoever is holding the shotgun cancels that idea.

  A cloaking spell winks out and a full two covens of White Adepts are revealed surrounding me.

  Canceling out my magic and all the advantages that it gives me.

  Well, fuck me gently with a damn chainsaw.

  Black Irish’s old girlfriend, think her name is Keela or some such shit walks up to me and points a gun at my head.

  “This is for Brian, you cold hearted bitch.” She says calmly as she shifts her aim and shoots me in both shoulders, both knees and both feet. The rounds aren’t silver but they are blessed.

  Another bitch with ribbons in her hair laughs as she stands next to her. She also feels the need to shoot me a few times following the same pattern as the other bitch.

  I think the pain is unbearable until they throw the silver link net over me.

  My last thought before I black out is…

  I have been taken….

  THE END

  The Dark Molly saga continues in Book Two coming soon from Alucard Press

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