Pure Blood – GS.

 

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.

 

Zu:

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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~

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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.”

~RB~

 

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.

 

~RB~

 

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.

~RB~

 

A Nun’s Habit – GS.

Scene setting : The streets outside St Luke’s Cathedral.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The Sisters of Immaculate Chastity were having a good old fashioned sing song on the small church bus as they drove through town on the way back to the Cathedral. The children at the ward all loved the toys and happy smiles of the nuns, who never missed the chance to spread some of God’s love and cheer amongst the dear little cherubs. Sister Marjorie was especially pleased with herself, since her snappy rendition of “The Lord’s prayer” was a right hit with the nurses and of course the well heeled Doctor Sloane. Now however they had one last stop before going back to help with the bingo night that Father Thomas always did on a Friday night.

“Should we stop and pick up some more cookies, Sister Mary Jane?” A voice from the back called out. It was Sister Stevie, one of the wilder ones of the group. Her face bright and cheerful as she waited for a reply. Sister Marjorie was of course still in high spirits over the hospital visit.

“I’m pretty sure that there are enough there at the kitchen, Sister Stevie.” She didn’t even look back to see the smile fall from Sister Stevie’s face. Little did Sister Marjorie know that Sister Stevie had an ulterior motive. “Well, I am pretty sure that the barrel was a bit low after Wednesday night choir practice. Uhm…why don’t you just drop me off at the corner across the road from the Cathedral and I can grab a few packets.” It was pretty clear that Sister Stevie was not giving up.

“Oh…oh alright. But you hurry along. You know how Father Thomas gets.” This was a warning, since he was known to have something of a short temper, as much as he tried to hide it. Pulling the small bus over the singing stopped long enough for Sister Stevie to get off. She stood on the pavement and waved the Sisters off, as they continued on to the Cathedral – just a few minutes away.

Pleased to be out of the bus, Sister Stevie looked up and down the street. It was an odd sort of night, with many of the usual crowd that you would expect to see. But there was a club that was two doors up from the 7 Eleven that had a group of scruffy looking kids trying to get a rise out of the bouncer. They clearly were not dressed well enough to enter the club, which had a strict policy for their dress code. The bouncer was keeping a stiff upper lip, but the youths were hurling abuse, and using racial taunts.

Sister Stevie kept her head down and tried to walk around the group, but one girl happened to notice her. A red head that was sporting a leather studded vest, a short black skirt with tattered fish net stockings and boots. They weren’t the fancy kind, but more like Doc Martins. Her head turned to follow the nun, who was now on a mission to just get to the convenience store and buy the cookies as promised. But as she was almost outside the entrance, a voice called out to her.

“Nice habit, Sister.’

This had Sister Stevie stop in her tracks. She turned around and came to see it was the same girl that had stood out from the group at the club. “Why…thank you, child.” There was an awkward pause as the girl looked her over. “You don’t look like the flying nun.” That being a character from a vintage TV show classic. Sister Stevie chuckled softly under her breath.“No…we moved with the times. Like you…I guess.” Of course she was referring to what the girl was wearing. The girl bobbed her head, chewing some gum lazily as she took the nun at her word. “Right. Uhm…listen. Me and the gang are heading back to see….a sick friend. You don’t think you could possibly come and….I don’t know.” she twirled her wrist as though she was trying to explain what she meant. “do your…thing. Pray for him. He’s looked like death for a while now.”

Sister Stevie’s face fell at the news that the girl had a sick friend in need of God’s word. She was supposed to be buying cookies for the Cathedral kitchen. But when someone needed God’s care, she had to oblige. “Is it far?” There was a hint of nervousness in her voice. The city could be so dangerous at night.

“A block or two. I promise that you won’t be kept long. It would really mean a lot.”

“Oh…oh okay. Lead the way, child.”

The red headed girl almost skipped at the prospect of the Nun coming down to the group’s hide out. “Just this way. Come on.” The girl reached for Sister Stevie’s hand and dragged her off down the nearest alley. Past homeless men and winos. Sister Stevie almost tripped over a loose part of the road, but the girl had a great deal of strength and kept up the pace. Soon they were standing outside what looked to be an abandoned building. This was getting creepier by the second. “He’s just in there. You’ll find him lying on an old matress down in the back office.”

Sister Stevie hesitated for a moment, before the girl opened the door which had had the lock broken off. She stood silently holding the door.

“He…needs you, Sister.”

Taking a deep breath and trying to summon all her courage, Sister Stevie entered the abandoned building. In the furtherest corner of the building was a light. It must have been the office that the red head had mentioned.

“Hello?” Her voice sang out, but only an echo returned.

“I’m Sister Stevie….from the Cathedral……I was told there was someone here that needed God’s love.”

“Oh I need more than his love…..Sister.”

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A sinister sounding voice came from right behind her. The poor woman froze as she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. A shadow moved in the office, but who was behind her.

“I’m here to help.”

“And help you shall. Or rather….I am going to help myself to you.” The man tore off the nun’s headpiece and coif, her hair tumbling out long and down her back. She let out a terrified scream as the man bit down into her neck. Feasting on her blood, while she reached out to the darkness. There was nothing sweeter than the blood of an innocent virgin, and the man’s eyes rolled back as he continued to gorge on her crimson life force. The shock of the attack caused the nun to be faint, and soon she fell limp in his powerful arms. Blood ran down her chest and splattered on the warehouse floor.

“Told you I could get you one.” The red head was leaning against a crate, watching the feeding frenzy with a gleeful expression. Only when the man had had his fill did he drop the nun to the floor. She was barely alive.

The Vampire wiped his stained mouth with the back of his hand and let out a wild howl of satisfaction.

“She….REALLY did help after all.”

 

~RB~