Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 3

Descent: Child of Shadows Three

The sunrise was not long in coming when Nocturne finally pushed Descent gently away from her. The vampire's bone pale body was naked as she flopped over on her back, a slight smile on her face. Softly she cooed, "You learn your lessons well, Anne."

Descent's long black hair draped over her body, but her nipples poked up through the long hair impishly. "And I most enjoyed learning them," she softly admitted. The bedroom fit the look of the entire house, old world style with modern components. The big bed they lay on was soft and comfortable, the sheets cool and silken smooth as their bodies entwined.

"I won't take your memory of what happened tonight away," Nocturne reached out to gently stroke Descent's cheek, "I doubt I could if I tried." She smiled, "Instead, I merely ask that you not speak of what you saw here tonight."

"Just do no harm," Descent answered softly, "and you will have no reason to fear."

The vampire nodded thoughtfully. "In your way you are more of a predator than I, aren't you?" she smiled. She reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a fat envelope before passing it over, "Here, take this with you when you go."

Descent took it before realizing it was full of money. She frowned, "I don't..."

"I know Lisa was wrong about you," Nocturne smiled slightly, "but I also suspect that it might assist you in what you're going to be doing." More seriously she continued on, "It would please me if you would take it."

Descent nodded slightly, weighing the envelope thoughtfully. "Thank you," she said, then a slight smile teased her lips. "I was wondering if I could visit you again," she asked softly.

Nocturne smiled back, "I look forward to it. She yawned, looking just a bit embarrassed. "Dawn is coming soon," she said apologetically, "could you take Lisa back home? I think that Dominique would feel better if you did that."

"Of course," Descent smiled, leaning down to gently kiss Nocturne.

Descent dressed herself quickly, her black pants and shirt pulled on over her otherwise nude body, the envelope slid into her trenchcoat pocket. She retraced her steps to the sitting room, where Lisa and Dominique lay dozing in a tangle of limbs on one of the heavily stuffed chairs.

Dominique smiled drowsily, "Thank you." She picked Lisa up and carefully dressed her, then Descent felt a surge of power come from the vampiress. She passed the girl to Descent, "The child will merely remember a normal date, not what really happened."

There was a sound of regret in the vampire's voice, and Descent looked over at her curiously. "Why don't you let her remember?" she asked.

Dominique smiled sadly, reaching out to gently stroke the hair from Lisa's face. "I tried that once," she said simply, "she couldn't handle it." She yawned, rubbing at her eyes tiredly, "I'm sorry, I must retire before the dawn." With that, she stumbled away.

The other door to the room opened up, and the brunette maid stood there. She gave Descent an assessing look, "You still retain your memories." She actually smiled slightly, "Good. I'll take you to the door, ma'am."

"Why is it good?" Descent asked as she fell in behind the maid.

"Keeping their vampire natures a secret makes it difficult for them to have friends," she explained simply, "I hope that you might become one."

Descent nodded thoughtfully. "You care about them a great deal," she ventured as they strode down the hallway.

"I love them both," the maid smiled just slightly as they reached the doorway to the street, "they took in a strung out drug addict and made her into a woman named Natasha. They saved not only my life, but my very soul."

Descent took that in then she smiled as Natasha opened up the door for her, "I look forward to seeing you again, then."

Dropping Lisa off at her home was easy, then Descent took to the streets and alleys of the city once again. There was a bit of bitter cold in the morning air, but the hookers and joyboys still stood on their corners for as long as they could. Descent left them alone, especially after some of the girls made it clear they did not appreciate her interference.

The men met in the shadows, exchanging heavy bags of white powder for a suitcase full of money. Or they would have, if someone hadn't interrupted them. Descent dropped from the rooftops, letting her demonic side come to the fore as she struck, tearing open the pouches and letting the powder blow away. Guns were raised, but she just grinned.

Her body burned as the bullets punched through her, again and again the weapons blasted until she fell, black blood spreading out in an oily pool around her. "What the hell was that?" one of the dealers managed, cautiously walking over to where the body lay.

"Bit of overkill?" the money man complained bitterly. "We'd better get the hell out of here before the police come." Without anyone noticing the blood began to flow backwards, the parts blown apart began to knit themselves back together.

"What am I supposed to do about the shipment, man?" one complained bitterly.

One of the guards raised his gun warningly, "Cost of doing business, friend." He smiled grimly, "At least we got rid of that thing."

"Not quite," the female voice said in a cold whisper. They turned around to see the fully healed Descent standing there, her eyes glowing bright red even in the morning light. Weapons came up again, and in a forceful voice she commanded, "Stop!"

The men jerked, shocked to discover that indeed they couldn't move. "How did you..."

'Well, nice to know I can still do that,' Descent mused.

Descent looked at the group of men, weighing them in her eyes. Turning them over to the police wouldn't help, they were merely employees of something much larger. Killing them would be personally satisfying, but little else. But making an example of them, that might do something...

The briefcase full of money was pried out of the man's hands, then she opened it up. The lighter the gunman had carried made a merry flame, and to the soft sounds of whimpers from the frozen men she set the money ablaze. She calmly tucked the lighter back in the man's breast pocket, giving him a dangerous little smile.

"I can't stop you from trying to bring drugs into the city," Descent said to them casually as she walked away, "but I will stop any shipment I find. Let your employers know." With that she disappeared into the darkness, releasing them from her hold.

The sound of police sirens blared as Descent watched the men scatter, one of the best dressed ones pulling out a cellphone. He hit the speed-dial, holding it to his ear, "Ma'am? Something's gone badly wrong with the exchange." He visibly winced at the response, "Miss Diana, it wasn't our fault. There was a demoness!"

'Diana,' Descent mused, not choosing to listen any more as the man climbed into a sports-car and sped away. It was a name she was going to be looking out for, from now on.

In another part of the city a woman set the phone down, a frown on what could have been an almost divinely beautiful face. That beauty was badly marred, however, by a symbol seemingly burned into her cheek, an ancient symbol for evil.

Diana reached up to stroke the symbol thoughtfully, then the bosomy blonde pulled her hand away. "Contact the Bishop, Grace" she calmly instructed her secretary, "let him know that there may be a demon in the city."

"I'll channel the contact through the youth organization," the dark haired girl said as Grace noted the request on a personal organizer.

"Have we angered one of the lords of a hell-dimension," Diana mused to herself softly, "or does this have something to do with the death of that demon lord a few weeks ago?"

Grace frowned in thought, "There hasn't been any indications that our patron demon has been displaced." She called up some information on her organizer, "The only unusual thing was that our pimps in that part of town claimed they were driven out by a demon." She looked a bit sheepish, "the report wasn't taken all that seriously."

"A grave error," Diana looked down at Grace calmly, "submit yourself to the whip for penance. Ten strokes should do it."

"Yes, ma'am," Grace choked out nervously.

As the maid appeared carrying the whip Diana sat back in thought, "It seems we have a do-gooder out there." The first crack, and Grace whimpered as Diana shivered in pleasure. "I look forward to meeting her," she mused as she watched the whipping continue.

To be continued...