Nightlife Sucks 5

Bianca and I are co-writing this story.  I am writing the odd numbered chapters and she is writing the evens.  You can read her chapters on her blog at:  bgbowers  Thank you.

“Untie me James, or I’ll tell your mother.”

“Funny,” he said, getting up.

“What happened to you?” I asked, rubbing my wrists.  “Who is Serp and why would you have anything to do with her?”

James shrugged.   “I’m sorry about your friends, you always did kind of like humans.  I hope they will be okay.”

“You turned them into vampires, James.  How can they possibly be OKAY?”

“Maybe they’ll like it.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Where will you go?”

“None of your business, you moron.”

“Name calling is unbecoming, especially between friends.”

“Seriously?  You think we’re still friends?”

“Sure,” he said sincerely. “Old friends.”

I walked out of the empty doorway and saw Serp’s head laying on the grass.  “Okay,” I said softly to myself, “that’s weird, even for me.”

“Fluffy,” I said loudly. “I need you.”  And there she was, my beloved hell hound, steam rising from her back, in the cool night air. She looked at me and then started running in circles, yipping and dipping and begging me to chase her.  “Okay, but only for a few minutes,” I said, as I took off running.

I met Fluffy in a dark alley one night when she was just a puppy.  I saved her life then she saved mine.  We have been best friends ever since.  “Someone bad is messing with me,” I said, sitting on the grass, rubbing her neck.  “A bitch named Serpentine is screwing up my life and the lives of the people I care about and I can’t seem to kill her.  Fluffy growled, her eyes turned red and showed her teeth.  “Exactly,” I said.  “Take me down, please.”

Fluffy stood up, I closed my eyes and I put my hand on her head.  When I opened them, I was in hell.  “Let’s go see the Devon, shall we?”

It’s hot in hell but not unbearable, at least not in the city.  Devon lived in a high rise and usually had a patio full of potted dead, black roses. We took the elevator to the 60th floor and got out.  Devon met us in the hallway.

“Lil,” he said bowing. “So very nice to see you again.”

“Still trying to garden?” I asked curiously.

“Old habits die hard, you should know that by now.”

“I have a big problem Dev.”

Once inside I told him everything.  He looked at me and leaned back into his soft, red chair.  “Let me get this straight,” he said, staring at his fingers.  “You want to find your friends, you want to kill the bitch who is hard to kill, you want James to be put somewhere out of your way forever and you want your old life back.”

“Yes.  Can you help me?”

“For a price,” he smiled.  “I’ve missed you.”

“Should have thought of that before you started seeing other people.”

“I never saw other people Lily.  No one.  Not EVER.”

“How about we talk about this later and work on killing the bitch now.”

“I think she’s a new, genetically enhanced shifter.  Almost impossible to kill.”


“Yes.  Almost.”

“Almost means there’s a way, so tell me how.”

“One injection.  Directly into her chest.  It’s a DNA scrambler, made as a safety, in case some of the toys decided  to go out and play without proper supervision.”

“You look good Devon,” I said, staring at him.

“So do you.”

“Can you get the serum for me?”



Devon rose and walked over to me.  He held out his hand and smiled.  “In a couple of hours.”

I put my hand in his, looked into his icy blue eyes and sighed.  “Here we go again?”

“Here we go again,” he whispered, pulling me to him.

“Devon.  I want her dead.”

“I know.”

My fangs dropped and I tore at the skin on his shoulder, lapping daintily at the blood dribbling from the wound.  Devon groaned.  I smiled.  “Promise me we’ll get her.”

“I promise.”

Two hours later the three of us were standing in front of a stainless steel table, listening to a guy in a white coat tell us exactly how to take her down.  “The shot won’t harm anyone who is not genetically enhanced.  It cannot be used against you, or against your hound.  We had to make sure of that, if you know what I mean.”

“Why did you make these…things?” I asked the tech.

“Because we could,” he answered, looking at me strangely.  “Why wouldn’t we?”

I grabbed the two syringes and shoved them in my pocket. I took Devon’s hand and Fluffy’s neck and we headed for the surface.

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6 Responses to Nightlife Sucks 5

  1. bgbowers says:

    2 in 1 day – I’m on a roll!! #6 is up 🙂

  2. OMG…you’re on fire. I’ll do mine tonight. That was reallllllly fast. Can’t wait to read it:)

  3. Keavaa says:

    Lol.. typical scientist “Because we could”. You girls are doing an awesome job….so when is the movie coming out:-D

  4. Thank you…glad you are having fun with it:) A movie…LOL…that would be interesting.

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