Kam shut the door behind her, careful not to make any kind of noise .
Once that was out at four in the morning, the grandmother of Cass had spilled on his head a bucket of holy water. Unfortunately, the only effect that he had received had been a boy very wet and very demoralized.
At that very kindly, Kam had explained to her that vampires are not allergic to any kind of sacred artifact: it's just that when you discover that your all'aldiquà afterlife is the same, only much more boring, tend to be very little religious.
That night, much to his relief, was not implemented any likely attack on his life.
He gave a quick look at the sky, just to make sure that the dawn was far enough away to allow it to reach the place that in the absence of an adequate definition, called home. It was actually an old abandoned factory, full of cobwebs and drafts, but he had one quality that makes perfect: the roof had holes and often does not pass even a ray of sunshine.
them spent their days with others who were in the same situation.
Upon his return, something that probably had a hand fell on his head and began to mess up his hair.
- Oh, Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore art thou Romeo? - Said a male voice, much deeper than that Juliet would never have, hopefully. Then, after a brief pause, the same voice continued: - But this is garlic?
Kam nodded as he tried to escape the hand that was still leaning heavily on his head.
- Grandma Cass ...
- Do you want to own good, eh? - Joked the other, a few steps away.
- I love it. - Kam replied, laconically, as he looked about him. - Anyway: Hello, Arley.
Arley moved his hand by way of greeting, without stopping a moment to smile.
He was a tall man, with hair blacks tangled on the edge of legality. Arley was not his real name, but a sort of diminutive of unsuccessful "Harlequin." This nickname was probably because it did not own a piece of clothing that had the same color to another, and also seemed to pride.
Whenever he happened to get my hands on a pair of pants whose color was even dignified, everything went to Kam, with the excuse that he must always be presentable, as he had the girl.
Arley was always smiling and even though no one was ever able to figure out how he became the leader of their own, if you can call it, community did not have. There was nothing in writing, nor had he ever proclaimed agitator or savior of the downtrodden masses, but no one would have dreamed to contradict or challenge. It was probably the fact that it was the only one crazy enough to smile in the state where he was.
And it was also the only one who really put effort in trying to resolve the situation.
- We have a problem. - He said abruptly.
- What kind of problem? - Kam could not understand what the underlying problem was serious, since his party was still smiling like a drug addict in full blow. It was quite disturbing.
- We finished the bags of blood? Throw down the factory? The world ends? - The boy was left at this point short of hypotheses.
Arley shook his head, moving sideways and pointing at something that was grounded on the floor about ten feet from them.
- Do you remember the day when you get here? - Churches.
Kam remembered him well. Although he did not remember anything else, such as he got there, or because . Or even anything about his former life ... before that. He walked slowly to the
tiny, curly-haired girl who was lying on the floor and stared at the ceiling as if they do not really see him.
- She stopped. - Arley said, as he reached. Kam noted with concern that he had stopped smiling. She could almost see his muscles trembling with the effort.
He had a vague idea of what the other wanted to say. He knew what had happened to him, and that was how they had found.
not heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing. It was nothing.
Then came the shock, as if millions and millions of volts had passed through the brain, setting fire nerves.
The first thing he saw was the smiling face of Arley, who said something like: "Christ you've got that ass, man." But that could have been anything really.
- Seventy-five against five. - Arley tore him from his thoughts.
- It's a little 'little ... - he said, quietly, he had a bad premonition.
As soon as he was capable of discernment, had explained the basic rules, which then were basically three: to drink blood, absolutely nothing, not even close to the sun and alcohol.
The blood passed their retention of life needed to keep moving and thinking, but the sun gave them too much. Even just a few seconds of exposure was enough to send anyone to their overloaded, the result was something you had to wipe the floor with a broom and dustpan.
Alcohol was more or less the same effect, but the performance was slower and much less pleasant.
A Kam, however, the last had not missed too much, probably had never been a heavy drinker.
The main problem was getting used to the blood, although at the beginning, it was difficult to procure. There were many "communities" around, which in one way or another managed to get everything they needed, without attracting attention or dramatic gestures.
The technique was the most popular were the theft of blood banks, or the corruption of the people who worked inside.
The first days were the most risky, especially since the amnesia, panic and ignorance were the major cause of mortality. If you had
ass, Arley, or his, I was before I did something stupid, and after sitting through your identity crisis and your panic attacks, help you get to the next sunset.
He had come one step closer to not be so lucky.
Probably the girl lying on the ground had thought you could do without the blood, until such time as it was too late.
Kam helped Arley and a couple of vampires to tie ropes around his shoulders and waist, then brought her weight at the center of the factory.
Another vampire held her hand in a rope attached to a panel on the ceiling. The dawn had now arrived, so there was no time to lose at that hour the sun was weak enough to lower some point the amount of risk.
Kam shook hands one end of the rope tied to the girl, while the other Arley had twisted around the wrist.
was all about timing: the vampire in front of them would open the panel, letting in a beam of light , right on the picture on the ground, after less than a second would have to pull and drag it in the dark, the panel would be closed by itself. With an extremely large dose of luck, the sudden discharge of energy would spread the "mechanisms" that they had stopped.
If the heart of Kam was still operating at that time he would have been more or less behind the right ear. It was the first time I attend such a thing, except for the day when it was he, what needs to be moved.
Arley cleared his throat, so you have the undivided attention of his two collaborators, then began to count:
- A - Kam swallowed empty - Two ... Now!
There was a flash of light, then returned to the semi-darkness to reign in the big factory. The panel had returned to his seat with one click, but none of us had done this case, since everyone was too busy to observe the scene with horror at their feet.
She opened her eyes, taken a deep breath and useless, then, in convulsions, was reduced to dust.
Nobody breathed.
No one said "we tried" or "we have done everything possible." Because everyone knew that was exactly what happened.
Someone lied down and someone pulled out of a pocket a pack of cigarettes. Kam we went to sit against the wall, not knowing what were the emotions right at this moment to try and did as everyone else began to wait for the sunset.
TO BE CONTINUED
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and here is the "second chapter" even if in reality you can not really talk about chapter . it was damn hard!
I reread dozens of times and each time I liked it less and less. Or cut, sewn, changed words, phrases, added explanations, names, descriptions. Because the public can not stand it anymore!
I wanted to explain a little 'how to work the "my" vampire Arley and insert the character, which probably will come off as a poor psychopath. My intention was not, I swear.
I'll never give names to my decent people ...
Scazzi But I hope it did not so much ..
I just hope I can still ADVERTISING something before you leave! Camilla
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