Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Justas ❯ Victum Number Two ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3: Victim Number Two

 

In a small town in jersey, you would never of thought that anything horrible would happen here. But not everything you see is true. In fact it is only covering up what happens here at night when most everyone is asleep and tucked tight in bed away from harm or so they thought. Just on the out skirts of town Justas and Alexia were making their way in to feed. Yes, B-ton this is a feeding ground and a safe haven for new vamps to get use to their newfound lives. Most people here love the sensation of being a pomme de sang-literally apple of blood, so they welcome new vamps and teach them just as much as the vampire creators teach them. I am one such teacher of vampires, although still human I know more about the vampire world than the new vamps do so as they feed from me I show them their new world.

However I digress from our main story seeing as this will be the only part of our story in which you will hear this tale told first person. Justas and Alexia came to my city four days ago. They were looking for a special new vamp that was accidentally created and had more power then most other vamps of recent creation; in fact he was more powerful than even some centuries old vamps. They asked me to find the vamp and bring it to them. This is what I'm doing now, hunting the hunter. Little may know it but I've done this kind of task before for Alexia. Her thing was to kill the vamps after I handed them over to her. I do it only for the money. Old vampires like Alexia fear new vamps with more power and pay well for renfields to hunt them for her. When we make them vulnerable, she strikes and takes their lives.

The new vamp's name is Jean-Paul. According to Alexia he has just come from Europe and looks French. He has an accent when speaking English but still speaks it fluently enough. I know not much more than that. It doesn't matter, all I need to do is broadcast his name via mind waves and he'll come running like vultures to a corpse at feeding time. Did I mention how much I love this job? What job you ask, why I am a necromancer, a controller of all things truly dead, or stupid and dead.

`Hmmm Jean-Paul, o_ en avant thou d'art? Pomme de sangs dÈlicieux attendent votre prÈsence.'

He's here, close. I can tell by the smell of death and European perfume. The smell of the recently deceased is very distinct and noticeable.

“Ah Bonjour, Jean-Paul. Avez-vous faim?”

“Who are you and how do you know my native tongue?”

“My name is Sylvia. I am human servant to a vampire named Justas, I have been asked by him to take on the responsibility of teaching you the terms of your new life but for that to happen you must drink for you are famished by your long journey.”

“Hmmm, you swear that you do me no ill will.”

“Oui, monsieur.”

“Fine then I drink.”

`Justas tell Alexia I have him and await her next step.'

`Sylvia, you do realize what it is you are doing each time you let her do this to us, correct.'

`Of course, Justas. Look if you are so worried you may come here and do her job for me, but make it quick the bloody son of a bitch is almost finished feeding.'

“I am here, quit your whining.” Justas appeared from the night as if by enchantment. Jean-Paul still feeding on the ecstasies given to him didn't notice Justas until he was skewered with Alexia's slayer sword that she obtained when she killed a witch-bitch. He died just as he was letting go. Justas licked at the excess blood. Slowly the wound started to heal through the master, servant bond; I could take part of his power to help myself. It was our bond that allowed me to do the kind of work I did.

“Who did what, and why the hell is my stuff missing?” Alexia appeared out of the blue, screaming her head off, just asking for a reason to blow.

I gave her the first opportunity, “It's my fault Alexia, I asked Justas to take this kill so that you weren't disturbed from your duties as headmistress of our kiss.”

“You little bitch, how dare you undermine me with your half-fucked bastard of a boyfriend.”

“Umm, not to be rude, but a.) We're not sleeping together and b.) He's not my boyfriend but my master if you want to get technical. I answer directly to him and according to your rules; you can't touch me unless you have his express permission, which I happen to know for a fact that you don't because he hates your guts because of how much of a ghoul fucking bitch that you happen to be. You can`t live without us, face it.”

“You little bitch, I'll find a way to get back at you for this, when you least expect it expect it the most.” Alexia picked up her sword and left. Not too long after, Justas said that he better get back or she would find a way to destroy everything around her until calmed, and that could take hours. I let him go and returned to my own home for the time being in the beautiful suburb of Burlington, NJ.