Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Humans and Monsters ❯ No Point in Killing ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

The Pointless Disclaimer: This is my story and my take on the strange monsters our humanity has created. Reviews and messages are appreciated. If there are any typos or grammatical errors I am sorry. I re-read and edit all my chapters at least four times but it's hard to catch them.

Chapter 3

Elinore slid into the leather back seat of the black business taxi. She waved out the window to a very pleased Deven, who gave her a wiggle of his fingers from the second story.

“Where to Ms.?” The driver asked, looking at her in the rear view mirror. The stubble going on short beard made her force a smile.

The taxi sped off before she could give an address. The first thought came to her mind that the light had turned green and she'd been lucky enough to get an aggressive driver. She gave her address and he nodded at her through the rear view mirror.

A sigh escaped her at the reaction before the taxi turned the opposite way. “A-Is this a short cut?” She asked, knowing that it wasn't.

“No,” the driver answered honestly. She looked at his name behind his seat and cleared her throat.

“Mr. Khav, I've got a lot of friends who-“

“Listen honey, I'm sure you've got a lot of friends,” he paused to look at her, his eyes now squinty and his facial and head hair receding, vampire eyes stared at her and she gasped, “and I'm sure they'll get over your disappearance.”

Elinore gapped at him before her hand reached for the handle. The taxi had child locks on it, either that or he wasn't letting her open it with mind power. “Help!” She screamed, pounding on the window as they drove down the street.

It was no help.

The tinted windows kept everyone from seeing her frantic eyes. The lock on the window and door kept her from seeking the outside. Her pounds and yells were silenced by the soundproofed taxi and she couldn't help the wanders of who would come to her soon to be funeral.

Elinore Vanhok, however, had looked death several times in the eye. Well, figuratively speaking, it was usually haunted spirits that threatened her well-being. “Mr… Whatever your real name is,” she began, pulling her hands very elegantly into her lap, “you're a vampire correct?”

He shot her a curious glance through the rear view mirror, a thought of why she'd stopped panicking crossing his mind as he nodded. “What about it?”

Elinore nodded, tightening the collar, “Well, you see, I've always been interested in the paranormal and the supernatural.”

“I know,” he grumbled, “that's why I want you and those hunters dead.”

Elinore cleared her throat, trying to dislodge his hatred at her from her throat. “I've always wondered if you did exist,” she continued, “and I'd really like to have a word with you before you kill me.”

He snorted in disbelief, “Lady, you're a whack job.”

“So I've been told,” she said nonchalantly. “But, the questions that I have are completely self-satisfactory, they won't be published, because I like the world thinking of vampires as a fearful bedtime story. No offense, but if people knew you were real they'd be in a worldwide panic.”

“Exactly,” he agreed, “but I don't see why they have to hunt us either.”

She grinned victoriously, the vampire did have some rational thinking going through his head. “That's why,” she resumed, “I think you should take me back to my home, we can sit down have something to drink, and not me, and neither of us will be killed.”

“That Sabin asshole has wanted be dead since the beginning of time, and not just me, my race,” the guy growled at her angrily as he hit the brakes to keep from running a red light in front of a police officer.

“Yes, but have you been killing people?” She asked thoughtfully.

“We do what we have to, to survive,” he explained almost whole-heartedly and she felt bad for the monster.

“Then, I'm sure you can come up with a compromise!” She exclaimed leaning forward in her seat to pop her head through the small opening,

He shot her a sideways glance again. “You're a real nut job, maybe instead of killing you I'll just stick you in the coo coo's nest where you belong,” he thought out loud.

She laughed softly, “So what about it? A small interview before you plunge me into eternal darkness in the afterlife, if there is one of course.”

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and she pulled her last wild card out. “What good would killing me do anyways? I mean, sure you can suck my blood for food, but it's not like I publish anything concerning your race. Also, you followed me to the headquarters, so you don't need me to lead you no more.”

Groaning he snarled at her, “Shut up!”

She did, and an inward grin let her know that she was winning. She had driven him to the point of confusion.

“That vampire's probably sucking her blood right about now,” Deven asked as he sat on the computer, typing away at an email concerning the magazine publisher they'd rescued.

“Well that's not our fault,” Landen sneered as he took a rather long swig of beer from his bottle.

Deven clicked on her link, the picture of her smiling popping up as he dragged it into a different window. He was always shocked at modern technology, but he did love the fact that he could stick a picture in the computer, and using the police and social security databases, find out who it belonged to, he was hoping for a pen name.

“Oh? So you won't care when there's breaking news on a mutilated body?” Deven asked and saw Landen's bottle freeze, it dripped onto his shirt and he cursed standing up and making his way towards the door.

“You're an asshole you know?” he asked as he pulled his leather jacket over his shoulders. Deven noticed the deep breath his employee took and grinned like cupid, “Smell nice? I don't remember her wearing-.”

“Shut it!” Landen snapped, the door slamming behind him. He was at the front door of the building in the flash and he tilted his nose up to the air to inhale the city smells. He scrunched it in distaste almost instantly.

Scouting the street, nothing seemed out of place as he began walking down the sidewalks his instincts were telling him to go. A loud screech of the tires hit his ears and he began at a jog.

The brakes of a black taxi had echoed in his sensitive ears two streets away and when the light turned green it peeled around the left turn.

“Son of a bitch,” he cursed as he began to sprint towards the car, knowing that whoever was in that car was not going to their destination.

Also there was a thing beating at his insides, telling him that she was in there.

The black taxi stopped suddenly and his fingers gripped the handle as he yanked the back door off.

Elinore stared up at him in shock, the vampire was sneering at him. She tossed him a grin though, and it seemed to anger him. “He's a vampire!” She cheered, pointing at the bald grown man, probably in his fifth century.

“I know,” he growled as he reached for the gun in his pocket.

“No!” She whispered harshly, reaching her hand out to wrap her fingers around his wrist.

The touch had been the first in months. He shivered at the cold, delicate fingers. The smooth skin against his calloused hand made him wince. “He's going to kill you,” Landen assured her, shrugging her hand away.

“He promised me an interview,” she mumbled, “and that you stop hunting him down.”

“He kills people!” Landen shouted and the vampire opened the door. Before she could so much as begin to blink he had pushed Landen against the car, his back denting it as he chocked on his breath.

“Hey!” She shouted, sliding through the window to jump between them. It wasn't an easy feat. It felt like she was pushing between two semi trucks.

The vampire sneered letting go, “We do not kill because we have too.”

He left, down the street, Landen following afterwards. She snatched the arm of his jacked and he groaned. “Let go!”

Elinore sighed, shrugging off the argument like one would after finishing a dessert. “So, the vampires are really pricks then?” She clarified. Landen nodded an affirmative. “Yes, they're more than pricks.”

An idea popped into her mind and a sudden happiness keyed off in her. Landen was almost shocked at the sudden mood change, like someone switching a slide in a projector. The bright gleam in her eyes was both curious and cheerful, “Then what are you?” She asked in excitement.

Landen could only stare wide-eyed at her. He hadn't noticed that they'd stopped on the street, people glaring at them as they went around the two obstacles. “What am I?” He asked slowly, repeating it as it echoed between his ears.

“Yea, are you a-.”

Landen slammed the door to her question, cutting her off as quickly as her mood had changed, “I'm nothing special.”

Elinore shook her head at him, “You're a vampire hunter, rescue guy that's something!” That's a lot of something!” She exclaimed proudly.

“Did you accidentally stab your brain when you were cleaning your ears when you were younger?” Landen asked idealistically. All he got was a laugh as she began to walk with him, Deven's tail coat dragging behind her.