NaNo2010. Day 16 excerpt. (Total word count currently is 35,649) -- language, violence, you know the usual.
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 16 '10, 18:54
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The Greek had always used his abilities for the procurement of the rare and beautiful. In other words, he was an art thief. And a brilliant investor as well, so as to not have to get his hands all that dirty for very long. He rarely ganked anything these days. Unless he just flat out wanted it for his flat, that is.
�I�m sorry.� Almost immediately when I saw that wounded look strengthen. �Here you came all the way across the globe, rescued both my wee one and my sorry ass. I am grateful.�
With only a brief hesitation, which I could measure as I looked up at him, Elliot gave my back side a light caress. The man was older in me in both metrics: vampire and mortal a like. But considering I knew how keen his eye was for treasure, and that we seemed to always had missed out on enjoying one another�s company physically, I didn�t shy away. I did, however, start to move toward the steps.
�It was my pleasure playing the role of superhero, at least for one evening.�
Trotting up the steps, two at a time, when I reach the top, I hang over the railing and shout back down to him. �I hope that means you�ll be interested in helping me vanquish my ever growing number of enemies.�
�We�re not going back after the hunter gang, if that�s what you mean, Qale.� His voice deeper, louder, bellows back up, echoing in the large chamber.
�That�s cool with me. I was actually talking about taking out Jeffery Cross, ex-hunter of Double Dragon. You may have heard about the guy?� Elliot probably couldn�t see it from that distance, but the gleam in my eye was pretty bright. Of course, the art connoisseur knew of him. Jeffery�s black market dealings ran spider webs right along side those who bought and sold that which was humorously considered �priceless.�
Not waiting for his reply, I figure we probably would go see Adara the next evening. While the idea of running a bomb laden moving fan into Jeffery�s rackety shack was appealing, I wasn�t sure if Elliot could get a hold of a second one without raising suspicions. And besides, if Jeffery was as tightly in cahoots with Josie, he�d be expecting the delivery from hell.
No, the witch would come in exceptionally handy here. Maybe brew up some neurotoxin that�d make the fucker break out in a million painful welts until I came crashing in his front door with a needle. A single pin prick would make him explode in a glorious torrent of blood and puss. It�d be a fabulous end to the man who set up the slaughter or all of Raja�s family.
But speaking of Raja, when I began checking the row of rooms along the hallway upstairs, he wasn�t resting comfortably in any of the beds. I didn�t see what I had expected: his beautiful naked body either curled up tightly into a ball, looking as innocent as he absolutely wasn�t. What�s more, is the more I started to open myself back up, returning to using my power to sense the world around me (something I�d deliberately shut down in Josie�s compound) I didn�t feel anything other than Elliot and a few mortal�s downstairs.
Unless Raja had finally learned how to completely conceal his vampire signature, he was not there.
Racing back downstairs, I nearly run into Elliot who was hiking up them, holding a bag from one of the high-end stores at Phipps Mall. �You are in luck, my friend, I happened to still have these from when my ex was still living with��
�Raja�s not here.� Snatching the bag out of his hands, I drop down to start quickly pulling on whatever he had for me. Turns out, it was a really comfortable and soft pair of black pants and tight form fitting lighter toned shirt.
�Are you sure he�s not just hiding? He was quite scared when I found him. Didn�t say anything, but only made wild gestures. It wasn�t until he realized I was a vampire too that he calmed some.�
�He�s mute. Or mostly, anyway. Ask your hired hands if they�ve seen anything, I�m going to fly about the neighborhood and see if I can�t pick up on his�� But before I can even finish, Elliot and I both feel a sudden strong presence, a signature that�s so loud it nearly drowns out the smaller I feel paired with it. I looked to my best friend, and we�re both bolting for the front door, and leap into the air, to go after it.
I�m exhausted, and Elliot has to come around to help keep me flying fast, as we streak across the sky. We�re essentially being lead, I know, but the closer we get, the more I know it had to be Raja. Just past a train yard, we land near long expansive warehouse buildings that look long abandoned, the area looking as if it�d been suffering from the loss of manufacturing jobs for sometime.
Elliot takes lead, as we move along the backside of one of the buildings, approaching quickly the bold, loud signature of one of our kind, as well as the smaller which I finally do identify as my fledgling.
�It�s Ra�.� I murmur.
�You�re so focused on him, can�t you recall the features of the one who�s with him?� The Greek turns his head toward me, and when I shake mine, indicating I was unaware, he sighs.
We enter through a door already forced open, and illuminated with the emergency lighting still remaining is young Raja standing there, facing away from us, knees threatening to buckle. Right up behind him, with nearly a similar figure, is Genesis with a hand leading down to where he�s very strongly frigging my fledgling, the fingers quickly running in and out of where he�s nearly bending him over.
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