OK, sorry its been a while, been busy recently, haven't even had time to post on other stuff much....
OK, well here is some more i hope you like.
Lockley slammed the door to the Church closed behind her. Immediately as the door closed, she felt as though she had slammed the doors to her Heaven, her salvation, and looked upon the street ahead, a sight akin to her perception of Hell.
In the time she had been inside the Church, two cars had been ignited, flames of golden orange with a mild ameythest heart had started a dance through the hood of a beat up Volkswagon, beautiful in a sinister way. The flames were almost hypnotizing the woman to stand and watch, ignoring the rest of the scene, her troubles, her life. Coming too and shaking that off, Lockley scanned the street, seeing things she had missed in her attempt to be as quick as possible in this area.
Graffiti strewn across anything big enough to be legible saying, 'Darkness of Hell, wash away thy hope', 'Night-Riders of Brogan' and 'The Blood of Innocent' labelling walls, abandoned cars and windows. Shop windows were bare of stock, even when Lockley looked back at Joes, all sale signs had been taken down, almost suggesting that no one was at home.
The air had a smell of death, one reminiscent of Lockley's last trip to L.A. This was not where she wanted, or needed, to be right now.
As she began to walk down the steps, a huge crash and smash followed by a heavy thump drew the womans eyes back to the store front of Joe's Liquor Store.
The sidewalk that was bathed in the yellow light earlier, now had the body of a man, Joe, covered and surrounded by glass from the window he had so obviously come through.
In the store, standing at the new opening, three men, shadowed by the the bright light behind them, appeared to be watching the crumpled form on the ground hoping for movement.
A scream, forced Lockley to take her eyes off this situation and look up at the window above.
Standing, banging on the glass, a woman was crying, pleading something, tones of anguish and pain in her voice, a feeling Lockley was more then able to understand.
Of course it was Joes wife who Lockley had seen a few times when she had been in the store for her supplies.
Lockley felt a need to help Joe, the need being stronger then her resolve to just walk away.
As she moved closer, the visage of one of the men became clearer.
The man was a Vampire, though, in honesty Lockley had known this from the moment she had seen them in the window.
Another urge to reach for her gun was submerged by the realisation it would have little effect.
On the ground she noticed exactly what she needed, a piece of wood about 10 inches long, a rough splintered edge to it, indicated it was from something carved, such as a piece of furniture, that had been ripped apart and left on the street.
Still in stealth mode, Lockley walked slower, hoping that none of the demons that had now moved from the window, to the body, had noticed her.
".......Brogan demands the money or next time its your child." the voice of the Vampire Lockley had been watching said to the unmoving form on the ground.
Another one of the men moved forwards.
The light from the window now illuminated the faces of the three men, who still had not noticed Lockley edging ever closer to them.
The faces of two lit up, at the prospect of devouring the life force of the man on the street, but the third seemed hesitant to begin kill him truly.
"If we kill the man, Brogan will kill us," The hesistant Vampire said, a tint of fear in the words, "or worse."
Mere meters away from them, Lockley was almost ready to pounce.
Lifting the stake in her hand, she began to count to herself.
"1" she whispered, more to reassure herself she was about to do what she planned.
"2", fingers gripping the stake harder, feeling the ragged wooden edges grate against her skin.
"3", a bead of sweat, trickled down the side of her face, drawn from the anticipation of her next move.
"4" final positioning ready to make the attack as swift, specific and powerful as possible.
"5," she bellowed.
But something held the woman back from her attack.
The back of her neck felt the pressure of something grabbing it. Head locked in place, Lockley had the unpleasant, but familiar, sensation of being lifted from the ground.
"Seems we have a new face." came the soft sutble tones of a very sensual, feminine voice.
The voice was too distant to be from whoever was holding Lockley up.
From the way Lockley was being held, she could still see the three Vampires, but could not see who the woman was, or the person holding her.
"Markus, Herc, I said no one is to feast on anyone in this neighbourhood, without my say so." The female continued, "I hope, that was never your intention."
Lockley noticed the two Vampires who had seemed to consider eating Joe, cower slightly behind the third.
"So, who do we have here," finsihed the female.
Lockley didn't answer, instead tried to wriggle ever so slightly to get the stake changing direction in her hand.
Movement in Lockley's peripheral vision, allowed her to know someone was moving.
Lockley didn't have time to think too much, she had to escape the clutches of who, or indeed what, ever was holding her.
Moving her arm slowly, Lockley was about to thrust with all her might the stake backwards and hope it would pierce whatever stood behind her, but an odd sensation in her arm told her this was not gonna happen.
Something sharp and pointed touched Lockley's wrist, indicating that the stake had been seen.
Breathing deeply now, Lockley felt concern in her stomach, concern that any moment she would be the thing that these Vampires would be feasting on tonight.
Walking into view, finally, the source of the voice had stepped.
Lockley was looking at a tall, beautiful black woman. The light from the store allowing Lockley to see every single feature of this woman. Her skin was perfect, flawless in design, no blemish needing covering from make-up. Her hair was perfect too, curls framing this beautiful face almost highlighting everything.
Her eyes were illuminating, brown in colour, almost like the most expensive Belgian chocolate drops swimming in an ocean of the purest milk.
As a hand slowly passed the face of the woman, Lockley noticed that each had a finger nail atleast 2 inches long with a point on each, giving her hands a claw-like feel.
"My name is Brogan, why are you in my neighbourhood?" she asked Lockley.
Still insistant to not say a word, Lockley just stared into the eyes of the woman. Further movement behind Brogan caught her attention. Joe was alive.
"Ahh, you are awake, I hope that my 'collegues' have instilled in you the importance of our business arrangement."
The man stood, shakily, and moved in closer to Brogan.
"Y-y-y-yes, i w-w-was going to pay everything tomorrow, I swear," he stammered, "its been a really p-p-poor weak...."
"These sound like excuses Joe, and you know I don't like them. I'll be sending Gustav here tomorrow night, if he doesnt bring me good news then you will have one less mouth to feed, ok?"
Joe quickly agreed.
"Now, go back in your store, clean up and look after that delightful child of yours."
Lockley noticed the look of horror in Joes eyes, obviously understanding the hidden threat within that last comment.
"As for you," the woman continued, "if you refuse to talk, then i'll have to have my own fun."
The beautiful vision of this woman, suddenly became distorted by the powerful cranial ridges of a Vampire. Long, pointed fangs, pearly white, protruded from the mouth.
