Blood Thief in the Alley
Posted: 06 Apr 2012, 06:05
"I know what you are," the man said, a little breathless. He had mouse-like features, scrawny with a pointed nose and beady eyes that darted back and forth in constant search of escape. The dirty denim jacket he wore looked several sizes too large, and Qwyn could guess that more than a few guns hidden away in the inside pockets. She kept hidden in the shadows, of course, careful not to let slip her identity.
"I am just a girl," she answered, smiling to herself. Confident he couldn't see, she ran her tongue over the serrated fangs that lined her gums. "A poor, lonely girl."
"You're a vampire!" the mousey man hissed, half-keeping his voice to a whisper. "Bloodsucker. What with your fangs and your hypno-eyes and bat-flying!"
"Hypno-eyes?" Qwyn said with a soft giggle. "Bat-flying?"
"Shut up! Look, I'm not here to talk, okay? I just need something from you. Just a little bit. I'll give you money!"
"I do not think I am the kind of girl you are looking for," she answered, still amused.
"What? No! I wouldn't touch you with a five foot pole! I want-"
"Ten."
"What?"
"Ten foot pole. The expression is "ten foot pole.""
"W..what? I don't care! I just want your blood!"
Qwyn's brow quirked up, and she moved closer to the little man, enough so that a small beam of light illuminated her her eyes. Her deep red irises stood stark against black sclera, slitted pupils wide with curiosity. "Really? Why?"
"It's a seeecret."
"Tell me, or no deal," Qwyn replied softly. Her hand lifted and a sphere of blood formed on her palm, growing to about the size of a baseball. "This is what you want, is it not?"
The mouse-man stared intently at the black-red blood and licked his lips; she saw hunger. This...human wanted to drink her blood. "Tell me," she said again, this time more insistent.
"So I can have your power," he said, voice barely audible. His eyes darted around some more, as though to make sure no one heard him divulge this information.
"I do not think it works that way."
"Heh. You really don't know anything, do you?"
The little man raised an arm; a bead of sweat rolled down his face from seemingly intense concentration, and the shadows at Qwyn's feet sprang to life. The same way the Shadows did it. It even smelled the same. Her eyes widened, and in an instant her gun came out of its holster; the sphere of blood she summoned splashed on the sidewalk. The human responded in kind, almost just as fast, and the two stood, locked in stalemate, each with a gun muzzle pressed against their forehead. A draw with a human. Qwyn nearly felt embarrassed, except for one minor detail.
"I can survive a bullet in the head," she said as calmly as she could. Excitement tinged her voice. "You are still only human."
"Shi-"
"Indeed. Put the gun down."
(Cont.)
"I am just a girl," she answered, smiling to herself. Confident he couldn't see, she ran her tongue over the serrated fangs that lined her gums. "A poor, lonely girl."
"You're a vampire!" the mousey man hissed, half-keeping his voice to a whisper. "Bloodsucker. What with your fangs and your hypno-eyes and bat-flying!"
"Hypno-eyes?" Qwyn said with a soft giggle. "Bat-flying?"
"Shut up! Look, I'm not here to talk, okay? I just need something from you. Just a little bit. I'll give you money!"
"I do not think I am the kind of girl you are looking for," she answered, still amused.
"What? No! I wouldn't touch you with a five foot pole! I want-"
"Ten."
"What?"
"Ten foot pole. The expression is "ten foot pole.""
"W..what? I don't care! I just want your blood!"
Qwyn's brow quirked up, and she moved closer to the little man, enough so that a small beam of light illuminated her her eyes. Her deep red irises stood stark against black sclera, slitted pupils wide with curiosity. "Really? Why?"
"It's a seeecret."
"Tell me, or no deal," Qwyn replied softly. Her hand lifted and a sphere of blood formed on her palm, growing to about the size of a baseball. "This is what you want, is it not?"
The mouse-man stared intently at the black-red blood and licked his lips; she saw hunger. This...human wanted to drink her blood. "Tell me," she said again, this time more insistent.
"So I can have your power," he said, voice barely audible. His eyes darted around some more, as though to make sure no one heard him divulge this information.
"I do not think it works that way."
"Heh. You really don't know anything, do you?"
The little man raised an arm; a bead of sweat rolled down his face from seemingly intense concentration, and the shadows at Qwyn's feet sprang to life. The same way the Shadows did it. It even smelled the same. Her eyes widened, and in an instant her gun came out of its holster; the sphere of blood she summoned splashed on the sidewalk. The human responded in kind, almost just as fast, and the two stood, locked in stalemate, each with a gun muzzle pressed against their forehead. A draw with a human. Qwyn nearly felt embarrassed, except for one minor detail.
"I can survive a bullet in the head," she said as calmly as she could. Excitement tinged her voice. "You are still only human."
"Shi-"
"Indeed. Put the gun down."
(Cont.)