In the three miles of where it is going to go down, Luka started to get nervous about something. It was something in the back of her mind that wouldn’t shake when she shifted her feet, pulling something out of her pocket that is a sleek hi-frequency hand radio when she pressed the button and placed it upon her mouth.
“Hubie, what is the news about the girl?” She spoke like a person giving a roster report over a PA system.
“She died just ten minutes ago. It played out well. We’ll dispose of the body after it is over.” Hubie clicked off of his radio. The air flew over the car when Fred looked at the vampire that is sitting in the bucket seat next to him before looking out the window at the interval lights that are running over the car ever so faster now.
Luka didn’t dive into his mind; she had other considerations that are on the prowl.
“What about Val. Is he thrashing in that trunk space?” Luka’s eyes narrowed down in deep impress. Something is running through her mind, the visions that are gathered there. She didn’t like it one bit, not at all.
“Turn the car around and head straight to Buchanan.” Luka turned her angry complexion towards Fred when she peered into his mind for a split second.
“You motherfu…” She scowled when out of the blue in the light that lay before; there is a pyre of rebar that sat upon a small trailer on the side of the road. This happened all too fast when the car plowed into it at a speed of seventy miles an hour. Fred ducked when it happened as the rebar careened off the hood and then redirected towards the windshield. The windshield shattered inward when Luka pulled the knife out where she stored it before. She is quick when she slammed the knife into the left forearm of Fred as he howled pain that shot up his arm. Blood came out of the knife when the rebar jutted into the chest of Luka when she screamed pain as well.
The car jolted foreword and the engine stalled from the concussion of the impact. Fred huffed out a yell of protest as Luka felt the rebar go deeper into her torso. She hissed as the blood poured all over the bucket seat of the car.
“Oh no,” She tried to breath when it came back up in a quake of shuddered breaths that wheezed.
“My shirt; I’m not done yet.” She quivered in the seat before she coughed out the last breath, dropping her head upon the rebar when she laid there with her eyes open.
Is she dead? Fred didn’t know when he opened the door and came out of the car, feeling the breeze of the night when he looked left and then looked right. He started to walk back towards town where The Wild Clover is. He kicked pebbles over the road when he felt like crying.
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Val is not out of the game yet. His vision is perfect in the night when he felt the blood all over his leather duster jacket. He can see through the dark of the trunk space when he got to work. His nails are long when he bent down, wincing at the pain in his ankles where his tendons are cut as he turned his fingers close to the rope as his nails tried to do the work but couldn’t.
“Shit.” He mumbled. He felt his heart dropped through the bottom of the trunk floor.
He had to think dammit. She knows that he knows that there is no room in these bounds for the sake of getting out of them. He would already be out of them by now when the trunk shook and rumbled, bouncing him up and down when something popped in his mind.
It could work. It might work. He smiled fortunately at the possibilities that never failed him. He did the necessary that is bested to him.
—
Hubie Waterston looked at the Colt SAA that is in his hand, touching the thin wooden butt that is smooth to the touch. It felt like he is going to drop it when the other vampire that is clocking the wheel of the Honda looked at him before snuffing laughter in the back of his throat.
“You think Luka is going to really kill the knight that is in the back of the trunk?” The vampire questioned this when he looked at the digital speedometer that is within the cluster compartment.
“No,” Hubie replied with his mind still on the gun that is within in his hand.
“She likes playing with him though; getting her kicks out of pulling him through the wringer. That is one of the few values that keep her going.” Hubie dwindled off when he cocked the gun that is in his hand.
“You know Frank James? You ever heard about what happened to him? You know Jessie was shot in the back of the head by Robert Ford; little time after that, Frank James surrendered to Allan Pinkerton who founded the detective agency. After that, Frank James traveled the Wild West shows until he died of old age.” Hubie smiled, snickering at the gun that is within his hand.
“I wished I could have seen that. It’s like me being Allan and Val – the son of a bitch in the trunk space being Frank. In those times though, no people were really innocent.”
“Where do you think we are going?” The vampire who is being chauffeur continued to drive towards town when Hubie looked at him with no though in between his ears.
“We are going to the bar and take Gracco’s head. The one who is on the inside is sitting with the table of The Nine like a Judas in heat. We will know about him soon.” Hubie continued to look at the gun before opening the port hinge, dropping each bullet onto the floorboard with each shell bouncing in between his feet.
“I just like to kill Val Lioncourt and become victorious.” Hubie dropped the last bullet onto the floor and closed the port.
“And I will take his gun and use it when the time is right.”
“Damn straight.” The vampire in the driver’s seat agreed with him. He kept his hands on the wheel ten and two as they drove through the night with no other talk between them. By four miles to The Wild Clover they hear a bump in the trunk space of the car.
“What was that?” Hubie heightened, putting his hand on the butt of his own gun which is a .40 caliber semi-automatic.
The other vampire turned his head.
“What in the hell;”
The Honda skidded a little on the side of the road when the vampire corrected the car with some skill. The thrashing in the trunk space still went on when Hubie pointed the gun at the deck.
“Do you think that bastard got loose of his bounds?”
“I don’t know.” The chauffeur vampire shook his head.
They continued to drive on when they see the glints of lights that are on the side of the road.
“What do you want to do? Take five?” The chauffeur vampire turned towards the gas station where there is only one car in the cracked and beaten up parking lot.
Hubie cocked his head when he sucked air in between his fanged teeth.
“Yeah, I need to stretch my legs.” Hubie sighed when they parked in the gas station parking lot.
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Hubie stood in front of the hum of the coolers. The gas station attendant is a young sir that is busy counting the cigarettes with a measuring stick as Hubie continued to look at the energy drinks that are on the top shelf. He eyed all of it, knowing what is inside of those drinks when he labeled off the disgusting ingredients inside of them. His eyes are starting to glow the taste of blood that needs for him to survive.
Then he smelled it outside. It is not the smell of human blood. It is the smell of the blood of a Familiar. He turned his head when over the glass of the gas station, he sees that deck lid of the Honda flipped open. He glanced at the attendant that is still lost in his world when he blurred his eyes back to the open deck lid. He traveled over the floor of the gas station as he left towards the outside when the smell got stronger than ever now.
He pulled his gun out of his docking holster, looking at the attendant behind him when the attendant is still lost in his world. Hubie noticed that he has a pair of earphones drilled in so probably wouldn’t hear what is going on outside. Hubie smiled when he turned his head, knowing it is too late when Val flashed in front of him like a shadow with a Bowie knife in his hand.
The movement is swift when Val cut him across the belly, spilling his guts all over the parking lot when the attendant didn’t turn his head. Val grabbed Hubie who is startled, crawling away from Val as he threw him – along with the chauffeur in the trunk and slammed them into that car that serves their coffin real soon.
“Have fun in there, Hubie.” Val heaved breath, using all of his strength to bring the strength to regenerate his Achilles Tendons back to full par.
He walked towards the gas station to get a pack of cigarettes when the attendant turned from the cigarette stash, looking at the blank and dead eyes of Val Lioncourt when Val purchased a pack of Placard’s for $8.48. He divvied out of the gas station, lighting one up as he blew the smoke out of his mouth and nostrils. He looked at the cigarette before putting the cigarette back into his mouth. He thought what to do next as he took control of the Honda and backed it out into the night towards some destiny of unknown.
He didn’t want to go to the Wild Clover just yet. He had to get his affairs in order.
—
Fred kept walking towards the Wild Clover. The rule of none is still coming up nil when he continued to walk casually down the road. The car that he wrecked is not seen behind him when he sighed and kept his head in front. The crickets called through the night, looking for a mate when Fred continued to walk. The rocks on the side of the road still kept him for company when he sees a car in the distance come forward, flagging the car down when the car started to decrease in speed. The window rolled down when he sees a fifty-some year old man sitting behind the wheel of his car.
“Sir, can you help me. I’m just trying to get back into town.”
The man looked at him when Fred forgot as the pain shot up in his arm.
“Yeah…Sure.” The man replied with his expression draining out in horror. The man pulled the car off from the side of the road when Fred tried to flag him down but to no avail.
He ran and ran until the breath came out into heaves from his body. He stopped and doubled over, looking up to the tree line with the thick, brushy grass when he cocked his head to the look of some mailbox that is on the side of the road. The mailbox looks so run down that he wondered, just wondered when he got the energy to turn around to the drive with no house at the end of it. He knew about houses like this. They are places that are far from the road that are about a quarter to a half of mile into those thick and dark woods.
Fred found the bottom of his feet and began to walk up the path. He didn’t know that the crickets have died down some when he continued to walk up the long drive to something unknowing.
—
Val drove in silence, feeling the blood that is drying up against his seat. Where in the hell is he going? He didn’t hear anything on the phone that he acquired when he called Gracco about the possible assassination on The Nine. He talked to him when they raised security on the few fronts that ran their operations on a twenty four/seven basis, along with The Wild Clover when they knew about Luka: The Child Princess.
“She is a very dirty sort, indeed.” Gracco growled on the other end of the line.
“Yes she is. Also I have to tell you that Donnie is on the green lit to be extinguished as well.” Val replied, clocking the wheel of the car that made him feel dirty of driving it in the first place.
“What about the occupants in the trunk?”
“One is dead,” Val shrugged with the blood sticking on the front of the seat.
“The other is something you should be praised.”
“Yeah?” Gracco raised his serenity.
“It’s a one Hubie Waterston that turned traitor during the war of the Three Roses.”
Gracco hesitated over the phone before speaking again in a mild croak.
“My god, the day is finally upon us.” Gracco stifled.
Val continued to drive with his hand on the one wheel of the car and his gun back in the holster where it should belong. He didn’t hear any thrashing in the trunk space when he thought about driving back to The Wild Clover. He waited; wondering where in the hell is Luka and Fred when he gritted his teeth. He continued to drive on through the countryside with the phone on the center console when he came to the point where it all began with Fred leaving his car on the side of the road in a gnarled mess. Val drove in quiet progress to the Torino where the glass is broken. There are no lights that are upon the car when he got closer and closer to the front of the car. When Val looked into the cab of the car, he noticed the rebar with no one inside of the car.
Where in the hell is Fred? Val parked the car and got out, dialing the number on the cell phone when he waited for something to answer on the other end of the line.
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