Following on from “A Nun’s Habit”, the Nuns start to worry about Sister Stevie, unaware that she has fallen into the clutches of the Hatchett Twins.
Scene setting – St Luke’s Cathedral & the Abandoned warehouse
Co-Written with Zu and Chor.
The smell of blood had filled the air, but only those with a heightened sense, such as Manny, could feel it rush through his nostrils. “I have no idea how many are dead, or alive, but I’ll take what I can get” Manny was standing in front of the church’s gate, looking at the quiet church in front of him. His kind wasn’t too fond of churches, as they were considered holy. Of course, there wasn’t much to fear as holy men and women had no divine intervention to help them with their troubles. Manny had once prayed to God, but it feel on deaf ears; it’s why he is where he stands today, dead and hungry. Manny stepped through the gate, making his way inside. There was someone here, but not anyone he can recall.
Razorbackwriter: The last of the bingo prizes were being handed out to the winners that attended the Friday night bingo session with Father Thomas. The sisters were helping with the tea and coffee, after having come back late from their trip to the children’s hospital. As the last of the elderly ladies were getting their cups of tea, Sister Mary Maxine was looking anxiously out the side door. Sister Stevie, who had gotten off the bus before reaching the Cathedral had not yet appeared with the packets of cookies that she was supposed to be getting. Wringing her hands, and taking one last look out the door, she made her way over to Sister Marjorie, who was helping stack away the chairs. Sister Mary Maxine coughed slightly, with her fist up to her mouth, to get her Mother Superior’s attention.
“Sister Marjorie….I worry for Sister Stevie.”
“Why is that, Sister Mary Maxine. Is she not back yet?” Sister Marjorie was in the middle of placing up one of the last chairs, and was not looking at Sister Mary Maxine directly. “No…she has not come back.” Sister Mary Maxine was now truly worried. It had been nearly forty five minutes, and this was most unusual. The convenience store was not even a ten minute walk. Tutting under her breath, Sister Marjorie wiped her hands upon her skirt and then grimaced as she saw that many of the bingo regulars were starting to leave. “Do you think we should be worried?” Sister Mary Maxine asked. Thinking for a moment, Sister Marjorie made her suggestion. “She might have stopped to help someone in need. It’s in her nature. If she doesn’t show up by eleven o’clock, we alert Father Thomas.”
“Alert me about what, Sisters?’
Father Tom was standing right behind the two nuns, and his silent approach followed by his queries had them both jump. Sister Marjorie placed a hand to her chest. “Oh…it’s probably nothing, but Sister Stevie has not returned to the church after we dropped her off to get some cookies for the supper.”
The Priest narrowed his gaze, then glanced towards the open doorway. He could have sworn he saw a shadow move and so he excused himself from the two sisters, and started for the door.
~The Abandoned Warehouse~
Reece was dragging the nun’s unconscious body across the litter covered floor of the warehouse, leaving a trail of blood in it’s wake. Normally, Reece killed his victims outright, but for some reason he wanted this one alive. Reaching a dirty mattress in the office at the back, he lay Sister Stevie down and then reached for an old blanket to drape across her. Stepping back, he ran his tongue across his bottom lip – tilting his head as he admired her sweet face.
“You have no idea how delicious you truly are.” this was said almost in a hushed voice as he bent down to push her fringe back delicately with his slender fingers. “You’re a keeper.” Rising up again, he took two steps backwards before spinning on his heel and then gripping the broken door frame to the office. He could see his sister Valarie over in the far corner of the disused building and he sung out to her. “Right…what shall we do with the rest of the night? You wanna feed on some hapless lad, or shall we go dancing?” Reece struck a pose, like he was from some TV dance show, and let out a loud laugh. “I feel so good, I could dance till the Sun came up.”
Chor: Valarie picked absentmindedly at her nails, on which there was nothing to pick-old habits die hard-, as her brother played his little game with her fresh draw. An eyeroll here and there when she glanced over. What, was he gonna marry her or something? Pushing herself off of the wall, the clicking of her boots signaled she was heading towards the room where her brother brought the human.
“Must you be so filthy, brother? There is a more…cleanly way to feed,” she uttered, disgusted by the mess. Her brother had a knack for the more violent and irrational attacks, while Valarie was more intelligent and sterile about it. She grimaced at the nun who laid still living on the only mattress in the forsaken warehouse.
“You know I don’t dance. Why is she still alive?” Valarie inquired, a brow raised in the direction of her brother as her gaze moved to him. It was unusual to say the least, but still breathing could only cause them trouble.
Razorbackwriter: The male vampire was too caught up in his own renewed vigor and merriment to let his twin’s disgusted comments faze him. He swanned about in a circle with his arms outstretched, the nun’s blood giving him a vitality that was a joy to be savored. Valarie was the day to Reece’s night. Complete opposites in every sense of the word. Sometimes her sanitary ways were annoying. Her brother having little regard for getting messy with his kills. It was all part of what he loved about being a vampire.
“Val…I swear I am going to buy you a monogrammed bib. Heh. Either that or a six pack of straws. So what if I like to spill my food.” Reece shot across the room at speed and appeared right in Valarie’s face. The smell of Sister Stevie’s blood still ripe upon his breath. He visibly licked his lips right in front of her before winking. “You’re a kill joy.” The way he said it showed a distaste for her formality. “As for why I am keeping this one alive. Well…I’m not finished with her yet. A blood as pure as that is hard to come by in this day and age. Course…you’d know if you had a go at her yourself.”
That wasn’t really a good enough reason, but Reece never did like to have to explain himself. He thought himself the leader, not a doormat.
Chor: Valarie, eyes sharply narrowed to her brother with a fiery look that read mischief.
“Don’t mock me, little boy,” Val uttered, her tongue dragging her ‘l’ slowly out on her white top teeth. Her brother loved to tease her about her obsessive, compulsive tendencies. She never paid much mind to it, though, because for every flaw in her, there was an equal one in him. As he neared her face, her nostrils filled with the exoticly scintillating scent of the pure-blooded nun which she so generously allowed her brother to have first feed on. Closer and closer he got, until there was but inches between them. With the most evil smirk, one her brother was only able to gaze upon for a moment, Val took her brother’s chiseled jaw in one pale, ivory hand and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth off, leaving her tongue to trail until she stepped past him. She left him with not only a trail of blood, but of saliva up his cheekbone from his mouth towards his ear.
“Mm, I’m beginning to see now,” she spoke of the taste he bragged about, with a low chuckle as she swayed away from him towards the nun. She lifted gently the wrist of the woman and sipped generously, licking when the vein became messy. Her brother had much to learn if he intended to keep this sweet delicacy living.
Razorbackwriter: It was always a game of one up man ship between the twins. Valerie being the older and wiser often found herself cleaning up more than just her brother’s messy kills. Reece had a wicked glint in his eyes when Valarie told him not to mock her. Her tone having a slight drawl to it, as though to emphasize her annoyance. Reece was a shocking tease. Always daring Valarie to do what was considered unthinkable. Course, she usually brushed it off, that was until she decided to help herself to the remaining traces of blood that were on the edges of his lips. Reece let out something of a guttural groan at the touch of the tip of her tongue. The way her slender cold digits gripped the edge of his chin, almost made him feel. His jaw locked, and his elongated fangs were now on full display. But that delicious growl soon turned to a disgusted ‘gah’, when he realized she had left a trail of saliva up to his ear.
“And you call me messy.” He wiped it away with the back of his hand, his right brow arching as Valarie simply stepped past him and went to see this new virgin blood bag. Reece folded his arms, as he felt all the fun now draining away. Valarie was now having her share….and didn’t hold back, only remembering to lick the wound clean at the end. Something he hadn’t bothered to do.
Sauntering over to the door way of the office, Reece smacked his lips together as though he was now bored again. Truth was he loved the night life….clubs filled with fresh targets, dancing…lights..music. The empty warehouse was just a safe haven to bring kills. It was unusual for Reece to keep this one alive, but no doubt Valarie could tell why from the girl’s taste.
“So…what shall we do now, Val? Paint the town red….or go find you a nice innocent fuck?” Reece started laughing as he swiveled around to head for the door to the street. “I get to watch though.”
Reece was once again beaming. Oh how he loved to yank her chain.