Val knew of this pain. It did not equal the pain that is in his heart when his baby sister is ripped away from him. He knew that it would be a hell of a time figuring out this mess when he knew that it is done. The blood flew from the wounds that Luka induced as his face will become covered with it, getting up from the ground a little as the blade came through the darkness again. Fred thrashed when another vampire grabbed him, kicked him to the ground and kept him down with the foot that is upon his head.
Val didn’t know of this vampire when Luka knelt down with her unicorn shirt covered a little in his own blood now.
“What do you think of them apples, Val?” Luka smiled in the darkness like a knife that is slitting the darkness in two with the evil of his presence.
“I know of you now and I got everything from him. He didn’t know. How stupid you are, Val.” Luka stretched up with her smooth back showing through the shirt a little.
“Well the night is still young and we have a lot of things to talk about so let’s not waste it. Shall we?” Luka notion for the sheath that Hubie is still holding when he gathered it to her, dropping the blade back into it before kneeling down at Val’s level again.
“Let’s say we go for a ride. We’ll leave Donnie the traitor here to go about his life.” Luka knelt down further towards Val’s ear when he still heaved heavy breath of the pain that is through his body.
“Little does he know that Clovis will show up and his demi-beasts and finish the job; such tragedy.” Luka shook her head when she snapped her fingers.
“What do you think that this will prevail? What will you think of the end when you are fulfilled in misery that this will suffice?” Val raised his head a little, looking at Luka’s boots that are before him.
“How many have you killed for your wraith?”
Luka scoffed and grabbed his head by the tuft of his hair, raising his head off the deck of the ground.
“I will have all that I can drink before this wraith is over.” Luka dropped his head when Val felt hungry, tired and hungry from the blood loss of his body.
“So let’s take the Demon Slayer here and go to this little outfit of yours. You wouldn’t mind, do you?” Luka gave Hubie Val’s blade and replaced it with her own. She brought the blade out of hiding, showering the dim light of cold steel when she ordered the two in her outfit to bring up Val from the deck below.
“You’re car, I will drive.” She pointed her blade to the Gran Torino that is sitting on the dock tarmac when she turned past Val’s shoulder to Fred that is being held by one of her own.
“I will talk with this one.” Luka snapped her fingers together when they departed with Val going one way and Fred going the other way.
Fred pleaded for this to go another way but he knew that it won’t happen when Luka grabbed him by his left forearm and pulled upward towards the center of his back. They walked to the Gran Torino when Luka opened the passenger door and threw Fred in, shutting the door behind him like the two hundred and fifty pound door is made of paper Mache. She walked around the back of the Torino and met the driver’s side when she opened it and dropped in, being a little too small to see over the steering wheel.
“Damn, cursed damned creation such as this!” she banged her fangs in the darkness.
“You know living as a child for many centuries have grown a trifle with me. Boredom does seem to grow in the habit of what we are bound to do.” Luka cocked her head, turning towards Fred when Fred didn’t feel fear in the integrity of all this insanity.
“Hey! Don’t lose your focus now or I’ll give you something that you can never heal!” Luka grabbed Fred and pulled him over the center console like a rag doll. The scene of this is comical as Fred knew that she is amazingly strong.
“You will do this favor for me; won’t you?” Luka sneered, still holding Fred’s navel when Fred veered at the back window of the car.
The two men that have Val Lioncourt are placing him in the trunk of his car, pulling his gun with one admiring the ancient piece that is within his hand. He gleamed the gun in the moonlight that is coming over the crest of the clouds. It is abysmal in this whole event that is intertwining with his whole life now. Fred focused back on Luka’s eyes that are piercing insanity and fire when Luka patted him on the shoulder after letting go of the clutch.
“You are going to drive. My feet will touch the gas pedal but I do need some books to see over this big cog of a steering wheel.” Luka admired the look in his eyes when she felt like kissing him, then biting his lip to suck the sweet blood out of his body.
“You will not play any tricks with my life or yours. If you do then I’ll…” Luka finished her whispers in the darkness when out came a knife that jabbed him in the side of Fred’s flesh.
“Okay. Okay.” Fred mumbled in fear, agreeing with her when Luka asked him to get out of the car to switch seats with her. She only moved over the center console and dropped into the passenger seat, putting her feet up on the dashboard like sitting back in an office chair and waiting for the next order of business.
If he ran she knew that she is faster than him. This made her bite blood from her lower lip.
Fred sulked to the driver’s seat and opened the car door, bouncing down on the bucket seat and closing it with the dome light clicking off.
“What year do you think this car is – If you are a muscle enthusiast?” Luka asked Fred when Fred gave her a look with some wild excuse before shrugging. Luka felt like laughing when she looked at the long acre hood that is stretch out before the both of them.
“This is a 1975 Gran Torino Sport. They show it on Starsky and Hutch a long time ago.” Luka glanced at Fred that stared out before the windshield before closing his eyes. He didn’t know what to do. He is running out of options in his head.
“I remember at that time before the Great Oil Crisis that I was living with this Russian Woman that always made the finest stews that I set my mouth upon.” Luka smiled through the darkness of the world around them both.
“Vampires don’t get sustenance from human food but we do like the taste of it, moving through our mouth with the sweet taste that we so bitterly lost.” Luka dropped the knife back into the sheath that is in some place that Fred cannot see.
“When you die, you will know that feeling when you come back.” Luka sighed at the prospect of the past that she remembers less and less.
“At first, I long for the fill of food. I tortured myself upon it and then wanted to die for the acts that I’ve done.” Luka turned her head and looked out the window. Behind the car, the roar of the engines ran out from the front of Donnie’s Docks like a bat out of hell.
“I thought that it was challenging at first with the first one. I didn’t know his name when I did it.” Luka started to fend tears from her eyes.
“He didn’t have any legs and he was younger than me. I did it though. I did it with haste. I cried for that boy before the dawn is coming.” Luka moaned before turning to Fred.
“It gets easier. This sickness gets easier over time. God, I want to take it back.” Luka still cried when she raised her finger towards the ignition.
“Get this car running; I know you can kill so let’s get on with it.” Luka reached for the seatbelt and strapped herself in.
Fred pumped the gas pedal three times and started the engine over. He drove the car out of Donnie’s Docks with Donnie Bernstein standing on the top of the second floor, looking out the window over all. A bag of money sat on the one lamp lit desk that is behind him when he never felt so happy in his life before. They screwed him over for the very last time and that is enough. He felt free from The Management and that is happy enough.
Tomorrow he will buy an unmarked car and blow this Popsicle stand with no identification of who he is. He will travel to the banks of California and lay low until he finds some order of getting identification for his life that will find a new beginning. He already scanned the unmarked bills that are in the bag and found no tracer in the money or in the bag that came with it. He will change the bags out in no time.
He didn’t trust any suck heads – never had and never will.
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