Chapter 5
Five hours later and we were irritated.
"You have to find him and become friends with the subject," I mimic the Priest's voice angrily. "Oh yeah, how do expect us to do that when we don't even know where he is at?"
"Patrick," Kellin sighs. "Just shut up." He rubs his temple as if he has a headache or something. "Anyone know what time it is?"
"It's seven thirty!" Andy says from the kitchen where he was making one of his infamous smoothies.
"We literally spent a whole day accomplishing absolutely nothing," Joe mutters, standing up to stretch his back. Kellin hands the folder back to me.
"When you find something, let me know. I'm going to go lie down for a few," he said, rubbing his temple again and follows Joe out of the room. I sigh and set the folder down. I had other things that I had to worry about, like change the bandages that were covering the bite.
Walking down the hallway, I glance in my room and froze. A pair of beady red eyes stare back at me. I blink and they were gone. I chuckle weakly as I made my way into the bathroom.
Nice Patrick. You're so tired from reading that file and now you're seeing things. I lock the door behind me. Digging around in the drawer, I found what I needed and played it out on the counter. I was not looking forward to this.
"Might as well get this done and over with," I mutter, starting to unwrap my hand.
The first couple of layers weren't so bad but the last three were a pain. Biting my cheek so hard that it bled a little, I peel away the last layer. I stared at it. This was unlike a bite that I have seen. Of course it was bruised black and blue, yet the bite marks were clean, scabbed over, and still hurt like hell even after all this time. Plus, it didn't even heal one bit. I stare at it for a couple of seconds, and then redressed it.
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The file was still sitting on the table where I had left it. I jump as I heard a huge bang come from the other room. I shake my head, they must be training. I grab the folder and sat down.
Mission 1: Find 183A and become friends with him. That way when the time comes, we can study his true powers without him noticing.
I skip a couple of lines down.
The Subject is definitely one of the descendants of The Father Of All Vampires. Subject has, what appears to be, bite marks on his neck. He had to be bitten by another vampire that was born a true descendant of The Father. 183A powers unknown. Don't know whether or not he knows he has them.
183A usually hangs out around Old Randy's house. Not sure if it means anything to him, but that's where he is normally spotted.
"Earth to Patrick, come in. I repeat, come in." I snap my head up.
"Huh?"
"Christ about time," Andy says, leaning in the kitchen doorway. "I stood here, calling your name for at least five minutes."
"Sorry, I was re-reading a couple of things in this file. What's up?"
"We kind of need someone to go out for food again." He says quietly. I raise an eyebrow.
"Didn't you and Kellin go out last night?" He nods.
"Yeah, we did, but we didn't find a lot of food. We found plenty of medical supplies but not enough food. We have enough food for another day- if it was only us three. Since Kellin is here, we might only have enough food to last maybe one meal."
"Okay," I said, getting up and stretching. "I'll go scavenge for food," Andy smiles sadly.
"You might have to try different locations. The same locations we usually go to get our food are as bare as a wasteland." I rub my eyes.
"There's only two locations that I can think of besides having to go out of town." Andy's smile slips a little. "That's only last resort," I add, seeing his expression. He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.
"Just be careful, please. If you need anything, text. If there is an emergency, text 634." I smirk, grabbing the, as we call it, food bag. I slip on a coat and grab a flashlight.
"I'll be fine, Andy. I'm not going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere," I say jokingly. He frowns.
"That's not funny, Pat. We thought that you were going to-" He smiles. "Never mind, just be careful." I nod, put the folder in the bag, and exit the house."
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"Jesus Christ," I mutter, pulling the jacket tight around me. "It's freaking cold!" I glance around Elm Street. Everything seemed peaceful. Yes, the houses were either demolished or half standing but it was still peaceful. At the end of Elm Street was a little shopping mall that use to be packed with people but now was empty.
No wonder they sent me out instead. It's freaking cold. The sun went down not too long ago and because of the rain, everything is cold and wet. I just want to- A movement to my left makes me freeze. For whatever reason, nothing was there. I shake my head. Jesus Patrick, you're seeing things again. I climb through one of the broken windows of the mall.
Dust flies up from everywhere when I land, causing me to sneeze. Besides the dust, everything was hazy and smelled like wet dirt. One of the red column had been broken in half, it's remains scattered on the floor. Blood was smeared on just about every single surface. I don't even have to turn on the flashlight to know these things. I've been here before, in six months, nothing really could've changed.
Shivering from the dampness of the mall, I walk straight forward into a store that use to be like on of those mini-markets. I turn the flashlight on and scan the room. There wasn't much left except for some canned food items on a shelf near the cash register. I carefully step over broken pieces of wood and shards of glass.I shrug the backpack off and unzipped it. I glance to see if they had expired yet, of course they haven't so I start shoving one can at a time into the bag as quickly as I can, looking around to see if anyone was sneaking up on me.
Zipping the bag up, I make my way down the aisle, grabbing whatever I could grab and whatever wasn't expired, and shoving it into the bag. Once I was completely satisfied with what I had, I start making my way back towards the entrance. Something from behind grabs me and pulls me back in. I struggle, opening my mouth to let out a scream, but a hand quickly covers it.
"Stop struggling! I'm trying to help you out!" A familiar voice half whispers half hisses into my ear. I glance out of the corner of my eye. Red jacket, black hair was all I saw. I broke an arm free, smashing it into his face. He hisses and recoils. "What the fuck? You know I could've just let Victor and Chris get you but I was being nice and pulled you back into here where it was safe. Another damn foot out the door and you would've been dead." Two beady red eyes stare back at me. I glare back at him.
"So you thought it was alright to grab me from behind?! Are you out of your mind!" I whisper-scream. He sighs, cocking his head.
"Look, we don't have much time. I apologize for what I am about to do." I step back.
"What do you me-" I froze, eyes wide. I couldn't move a single part of my body. It was like I was a block of ice, trying to move but can't quite melt enough to do it.
What did he do to me! I panic in my head. I try glaring at him as he takes the bag off of my shoulders and swinging it onto him. I couldn't even blink.
"I'm sorry, just go along with it," He mutters. My mind started to freak out when he picks me up, carrying me bridal style. I wince, or would have if I could move, as my bad hand is squished against his chest. I make a small noise but instantly stopped as he carries me towards the exit. I keep my eyes transfixed upon the roof. This was so awkward on so many levels. A guy-correction, a vampire that I barely know, who saved my life, who is also helping me out again, is carrying me. Bridal style of all things.
"Yo, Pete!" I felt his body stiffen a little bit as someone called out. So that's what his name is. 183 A's name is Pete. he turns slightly.
"What do you want, Victor," His voice rumbles.
"Listen now, no need to get grouchy, I was just curious of what you were carrying."
"A stupid human who couldn't learn to not sneak around a vampire," I hear Pete say as my vision starts growing hazy. The guy, Victor, who I couldn't see, chuckles.
"Humans. They think they are so smart that they can outsmart us. They're the dumbest creatures in the words. Quite amusing, indeed. Chris let's go!" Victor's voice growing fainter as he walks away.
Once we were outside, he sets me down. Just as my vision was growing black, I blink. I cautiously move my arms to see if I was still frozen. I wasn't. I could move again.
"Since I can move again," I got to my feet. Pete watches me closely as if he was making sure I was okay. Pushing that thought out of my mind, I drew in a breath, reel my hand back, and slapped him across the face. I silently let out a string of curses in my head while he just stood there and winced.
"Are you done?" He growls, slinging off the bag, and throws it at me. I catch it with my injured hand and let out a loud hiss. Pete raises his eyebrows. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Nothing to your concern, thank you!" I snarl, putting the bag around my shoulder, cradling my hurt hand to my chest. Pete takes a step forward, I take a step back. "Look," I said bluntly. "I don't trust you. You're a vampire. I don't trust vampires. Yes, thanks for helping me and my friends, but don't ever come near me again." Forgetting all about the mission the Priest gave to me, I started walking back to my house, without even a second thought.
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