Taken

Butch

-I crawled of bed when my alarm got to be annoying, swinging my arm over to shut the damn thing off. I rubbed my eyes, stretched my arms up and was rewarded with multiple pops up and down my spine. My feet automatically shuffled their way into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I grabbed a hold of the handle and froze instantly. My hand let the pot fall to the ground with a loud crash that I didn’t care about as I stared at the bloody hand print on my window. My hand shook as I reached up and placed my palm against the window. The morning light had hit the tops of the fingers and it was burning away the evidence that he was here. He was here and he was wounded. My heart stopped and I had to catch myself on the counter before I could draw another breath. I could have helped him. I should have helped him. I scrambled outside to the fire escape and blocked the sun with my back from destroying the hand print further. He’d been so close and I hadn’t even known. I scraped a finger along the bottom edge that retained some freshness and examined the blood now on my finger. I knew what this tasted like. Without ever actually tasting it, I knew the powerful kick that his blood contained. I closed my eyes and held it under my nose. I couldn’t remember ever having a thing for blood but his… his was different. I breathed in the scent and before I knew it I was sucking the flavor from my finger. My body immediately revolted like I was being invaded by a foreign army. I had to grab on the rails of the fire escape to keep from tumbling over. My knees gave out and my stomach lurched up my throat. I squeezed my eyes closed and curled up in the fetal position as I tried to calm my body. I focused on my breathing and it seemed to help. My head turned to the side and I watched as the bloody hand print slowly burned away in the rising sunlight. Where ever he was, I hoped that he was alright.-

-By the time I was back inside the house and dressed I was running late for work. I half considered calling in because my stomach was still twisted in a knot. I knew that they were watching me fairly closely though. The general consensus was that I should retire early and find some security job somewhere. Fuck that noise. I opened the door and almost ran headlong into what I can only describe as a large albino. His hand was raised as if he was about to knock on the door. I took a step back and folded my arms across my chest so that I could reach my gun.- What can I do for you? -The guy recovered from his momentary surprise at me suddenly opening the door. ‘Are you detective Brian O’Neal?’ I could see that he was eyeballing me as hard as I was him. I took an instant dislike to him and he smelled sickly sweet. His eyes stopped at my throat and narrowed a bit like he was working on a difficult math problem. I realized that I hadn’t done my shirt up all of the way and the puncture wounds were showing. I shifted my body to the side so that he couldn’t see them anymore and flicked the safety off of my gun.- What do you want? -This guy had just triggered all of the bells and alarms on my radar, my skin was practically prickling from it. ‘I understand you were looking for information about a certain leather-clad freak with tattoos on his face.’ I watched his lip curl and he couldn’t hide the disdain from his voice. It was for my benefit, to see what reaction he would get. I knew it for what it was and yet I still couldn’t call back the low growl in my voice.- I closed that case. Now get out of my face. I’m late for work. -Everything seemed to happen at once. Another guy that I hadn’t seen standing off to the side in the hallway stepped into view with a gun pointed at me. I pivoted to the side and attempted to slam the door closed but the first guy’s foot was blocking the way. I at least made the effort hurt for him by slamming the door straight into his instep and firing off a round that would send his piggies squealing to mommy. He cried out in several colorful curse words but didn’t move his foot. His idiot partner stuck his gun through the crack and shoot blindly. My ears were ringing but that is pretty much all that he accomplished. I used my cast to my advantage and crushed it into his hand. He dropped the gun and I kicked it behind me. I was about to fire off another shot into the dickhead’s foot when the window at my fire escape shattered. I shifted my aim and shot the guy busting through the glass. I knew that I didn’t miss because I saw the mark bloom on his chest but he kept coming anyway. Oh hell… was that black blood?-Sonofabitch! -I shot the next round directly between his eyes. That seemed to get some reaction but he was barreling forward so fast that it did little to halt the momentum. His arms flew around me and I knew that I was going down, the guy weighed a ton, but I managed to twist so that he landed under me. My elbow came down on the bullet wound in his chest and I messed up his face some more with my cast. It at least got his arms to let me go and I rolled up again only to meet a fist that sent me through the coffee table. There were at least four guys in my apartment now and I knew I was fucked. I prayed that someone in this shitty building had enough sense to call the cops. Strong hands were closing down on my arms and I hauled off and kicked the closest target in the family jewels. The son of a bitch freaking smirked at me and shook his head.- Well what the fuck does hurt you than?! This guy didn’t seem to like the headache I gave him. -Pointing to the body still laying on the floor. I half expected him to get up at any minute. One of them got my gun away from me and aimed it me with a smug look of victory.- I know something you don’t know. -I was dead already. My lips turned up in a crazed smile. I pulled my leg back and drove my foot in to his shin, following through with the kick to hear the sickening crack of bone. The bullet whizzed right over my head as the guy stumbled and fell to the ground. I was still being held down by two other idiots but damn that felt good. The one on my right got the wild idea to wail on my face with his fist some until I finally blacked out. I’d done my job, I stalled them as long as I could and had some fun in the process. Cops are never there when you need them…-

V

I came awake with shutters wracking my body and deep throbbing pains shooting through my head, I had to grip the bed to keep from landing my ass up on the floor. My eyes clinched shut and my knuckles turning white with my death grip as I had nothing to do but to ride out the physically painful visions. My mind was racing through the shit happening, somehow when I made it back to my warehouse, I hadn’t even bothered to strip my clothes or gear off before I landed in the bed and the darkness that I had been pushing away for days, finally consumed me. Just as I knew what would happen when it did, I saw Butch, even in moments of the darkness I swear I could feel him, at one point in the black that clouded me I knew I had inhaled his deep natural scent. Finally the shakes stopped but my head was still surging with the pains and I slowly let go of my hold and brought up a none too unsteady hand and rubbed it down over my face. I laid there and let the tension work out of my lids as I fixated on the last remnants of the scenes that still clung to the edges of my head. Butch was down on the ground, in pain but not just any damn ground, no I recognized the metal grate fire escape. Why the fuck was he out there and what was going on, just as the questions zinged through me, another flash came through an I seen his hand touching the bloody print I had left behind last night. I sat bolt up straight when I realized what had Butch down and in pain. “Mother fuck” He took in my blood even the little that would have been left would be enough to go running through his human veins like liquid fire. The stream of gutted cursed words came out on a savage growl and I pushed myself off the bed and had to stop before I found my way to my knees as my legs were ready to buckle under me. Drawing in deep long slow breaths I ripped off the blades and clothes encasing my body, just letting it all land on the floor where I stood. I knew it was still day light and I couldn’t leave but damn this feeling of helplessness was a foreign concept that ate away at me. I walked to the bathroom, none too carefully stepping over the still shredded and shattered belongings I had yet to give a fuck about to pick up. Turning some and looking at my side, the gashes there were already half healed and covered in black matted dry blood. Stepping away I got in the shower and turned the spigot on, my head lowered as soon as the water sprayed down over me and I braced my hands on the wall in front of me. Once again I grabbed back into my mind and fought through the haze trying to hide Butch from me. Fucking vague as hell visions, but this was more than that, I knew what I had seen was fact and for once I knew the when but the feel and smell had to be the parts of a dream. Raising my head up, I felt the new sensations running through me of Butch now having me in him just as he was coursing through me. I knew as soon as the sun set I would be on that fire escape checking on the one being that I have ever claimed as mine and the only one I gave myself to. I would stay out of his sight but I sure as fuck wouldn’t stay away when I had clear visions that urged me on. Or hell that was what I kept telling myself.

Butch

-I woke up with I swear to god was the worst hang over I had ever experienced. My eyes didn’t want to open very far. It appeared that they were swollen. I was sitting in a chair and when I looked down I could see that I had lost my shirt and I was duct taped at the wrists and ankles. It took me awhile to sort through the haze of information and piece together what had happened.- If this is your idea of foreplay, I’m not digging it. -I didn’t even know if there was anyone else in the room. It was dark and my eyes were next to useless. I heard someone huff out a laugh and twisted my head toward the noise. ‘What would a vampire want with a human?’ So this was the game. Fine, I could play.- Sounds like one of those movies that seem to be popular right now. Tell you what. You write up a script and I’ll take a look at it. Let you know if it sucks as bad as it sounds. -Someone approached from the opposite side of me and shoved a taser into my ribs. My body flopped around as much as it could under the circumstances and my head lulled to the side. When I regained the use of my tongue, I continued.- The real problem is in the casting though. You’ll have to find a good looking chick with a nice set of tits that shows ‘em off on a regular basis. -That got me another shock and I could feel my heart stumble and lurch its way through the interruption.- Will there be werewolves? All the vampire flicks seem to have them. -This time I received the back of a hand and it served to remind me just how much my face hurt right now. ‘Quit playing stupid with us and answer the damn question.’ Hell, at this point I couldn’t even remember what the question was. I did know one thing, they could kill me and I wouldn’t care. I licked the blood from the side of my split lip.- I’m willing to bet it will make a better porno than a box office hit though. -My head rocked back from the next impact and my chair took a tilt-a-whirl ride backward. I felt the crack against the back of my skull through my entire body as I hit the tiled floor. It was like it telegraphed through every bone straight down to my toes. My closed eyes were seeing all types of brightly colored lights and everything gave out at once. I let out a groaned breath and drifted off to la-la land once more.-

V

I was just pulling on my jacket when the big orange ball in the sky set and I waited a only long enough till my internal clock went off like an alarm and I was gone from my prison to come to form on the fire escape. One look through the broken window had my back pinned against the brick wall; the place was crawling with cops. In that moment my heart was racing and the blood pumping through it seemed so damn loud I could hear it rushing through my ears. Butch was gone, that I knew, I didn’t feel him anywhere in the vicinity of the place. It only took one whiff to take in the sickening sweet smell that was covering the inside as well as where I was standing. Cold fear gripped me in its icy fingers and I fought against the full ramifications of what at this very fucked up minute could be happening to Butch. Slowly I peered back in from the side, the front door was splintered by shots,and there was a mixture of black and darkening red blood splattered on the floor. The fight didn’t go far from the door, obviously Butch had been leaving when the fuckers came and he put up one hell of a fight going by the destruction and bullet holes riddling the room. Of course he put up a fight, Butch didn’t do anything half assed, he fought through life full force, no matter what it threw in his way he came out swinging, it was ingrained in him. My hand slid into my jacket and cold fingers curled around the hilt of my blade, the urge to hunt down the bastards that had Butch was rolling through me like molten lava, my hand hidden under the specifically designed glove was pulsating to be released and do it’s damage. Turning away from the ones inside I left the raggedy escape and dematted to the alley ways and cloaked myself in my Mhis, empty, barely even walkers were on the sidewalk and I shut it all down. Pushing back the humming from the few cars that passed, the sparse noises that drifted out through doors that were being opened in the distance somewhere, even the slight wind the rustled around me was shut out. I had to calm the raging force in me, everything was screaming for vengeance, the need to feel the black blood flowing through my fingers, bones breaking as I rammed my dagger in repeatedly, was almost more over powering than any need I had ever struggled with. Butch was my driving force, he was coursing through my veins and it was him that had my five chambered heart calming so I could find him. I almost staggered under the animalistic instincts that came to the forefront, the need to protect, claim, touch and take care of the Human man that somehow in a short time became my reason to exist. Steadily drawing in a breath, I closed my eerily glowing eyes and fixated all that on my Cop, it was like I could not only feel but see the dark fluid rushing the twisted veins in me. A slow demented grin curled up my lips when I felt the jolt hit me, there he was, I felt him as well as I could feel the solid ground under my booted feet. Now it was time to dive in and show what happens to those that dare to touch what was mine. All of Caldwell could burn under my hand as far as I was concerned, not a single soul in it meant fuck to me, I would be walking away with the only one that did. I let the pull of me inside of Butch draw me to him, and I felt my particles come to in the darkness and as I came to full form, I was hit with the suddenness of having him so close to me, mere yards away was he. The pull was so strong that I reveled in it and let it take control, which alone was already feeding the uncontrolled flames that scorched inside of me.