My name is Jade, and this journal has weekly dribble. How I live, work, and shop, whom I eat, and how I deal with sharing a world with humans, demons and various things in between. I've been dead for over 300 years, but frankly, being a vampire has never been harder.
 

Bitch of a night

The night started out well. Crawled out of the grave (heh) around 9:30pm. Read a bit from the latest vamp book to hit the market. "If Angels Burn", by Lynn Veihl. Her MC so far is very bitter. I like that in a woman. And a semi quote to show the goodness which is this book (not a direct quote, this is from memory): "The Rapt [people] were as important to the household
as a plate of after-dinner mints."

heh

Anyway, took off around 10pm or so, in search of breakfast. I did eventually find food, but there's a long story between here and there.

So, feeding my latest obsession, I followed Jackie's scent to a nightclub on Milk street. Little hole-in the wall dyke joint in the basement of this old building. Anyway, I went inside. And can I say how much I just love the whole goth movement? Seeing as
how I'm peckish and unfed for a few days, I'm looking extra pale, even for me. But then all these girls in white makeup make me feel at home. Might even have taken one of them for a bit of nip and tickle if I hadn't spotted Jackie sulking in the corner.

Ok, not quite sulking. More like fuming quietly. I followed the blue-eyed burn of her stare to see T.B. chatting up some girl by the bar.

Show of hands for those who think I need to bitch-slap 

T.B? Yeah, I thought so too. Someday I will.

Soon.

Meanwhile, I took up residence in the chair next to Jackie. I'd like to think I took her by surprise, but see prior entries re: jackie's hyper vigilance. She saw me the moment I came in.

"Go away," she said, not taking her eyes off T.B.

I moved into her field of vision. "Why do you put up with her?"

Jackie turned her deep blues on me. Now let me digress a moment on what is and is not hot about a woman. Intensity - hot. Long blond hair, fit, muscular body - hot. Ability to resist my obvious charms and sexy good looks? yeah, that's hot too.

Now contrast that to what she was obsessing over. Flirts with anything that moves - meh. Has the emotional depth of a saltine - meh. Overuses her reasonably good looks to manipulate others? yeah, less than charming.

So back to the evening's tale. The benefit of vamp awareness is that I could sense T.B. had noticed me sitting with her girlfriend while Jackie tried to burn me out of the way with her eyes. (Yeah, she digs me. heh). So I leaned in and took a sip of Jackie's drink, keeping her eyes focused on me.

Okay. I admit it. I cheated. Y'all have heard of a vampire's ability to mentally control her prey? Well, I turned the Thrall on Jackie. Nothing major, just enough to hold her attention so she didn't notice T.B. until she sat down next to us. And let me just say,
The Bitch was not amused. Seems like turnabout is NOT fair play in her book. Neither is NOT being the center of attention. It might have been a good night after all, if things didn't go to hell in a handbasket later on. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I dropped the preternatural controls, and Jackie blinked herself back into reality. Fear flashed over her eyes for just an instant while she scanned her surroundings. I leaned back in my chair and turned to T.B.

"I'm sorry, have we met?" she asked. Her dark eyes gave me the once over as she leaned in to offer my her hand.

I ignored it. "Jade Murphy," I answered, turning back to Jackie. "We're old friends."

Jackie stood up and pulled T.B. up after her. "Come on, let's go."

I stood as well and leaned in to whisper in Jackie's ear, just close enough for my assets to brush up against her assets shall we say? I can't remember what I said, but the affect on T.B. was priceless. I laughed my way out of the bar.

They came out a few minutes later and hurried down Milk street toward the trains station. Two thugs in overly dramatic trench coats followed them. I followed the lot of them from the rooftop. Looked like the night was picking up. Jackie sensed them instantly.  She pushed T.B. fasterdown the dark street but pulled up short when a third goon popped out of an abandoned
building ten paces in front of them.

Faster than I'd have thought possible, Jackie had a gun in her hand and T.B. pressed against the wall behind her, shielding T.B. Three against one (cuz ya know T.B. doesn't count). Those are impolite odds when humans are involved. Jackie had her gun trained on the first two, so I thought I'd have a bit of fun with the third.

So how silently can a vamp drop down from the top of a four story building? As quiet as death. Whoever he was, he didn't have half Jackie's awareness. I'd crushed his skull before he even had a chance to piss himself in fear.

A gun went off. One trenchcoat was down, screaming about his knee. Did she miss? Somehow I didn't think so. Why the hell was she playing with him? I was behind the last thug, crushing his gun and contemplating the same for his throat when she shouted at me.

"Don't kill him!"

I looked at her with my best your-fucking-insane stare. "Why the hell not? They were going to kill you." I still held him squirming in one hand. There's something buried deep in the human psyche, some primal instinct that recognizes a sperior predator. The thug sensed that in me. I smelled his fear, clouding my mind. I hadn't eaten in days. Seconds later, I smelled his piss. Personally, I like to take my prey before that point. Urine spoils the appetite.

"They're not after me," she said. "Let him go, please."

I tossed the filth on the ground. He was off down the block without so much as a backward glance at his fallen companions. "You're telling me they want her?"  I jabbed a finger at T.B, who'd sank into a blubbering ball of uselessness behind Jackie.

Jackie lowered her gun. "Where's the third guy?"

"Dead."

"What? You idiot! What do you think you're doing?"

Could I just mention at this point, that hungry vampires smelling fresh blood from a wounded git are typically not the best conversationalists? And also that getting them pissed off is not in the best interest of... well, of anything alive?

"I think I just saved your life," I growled.

"You've ruined everything, you moron! Just stay the hell out of my life!" She stuffed her gun in a holster and turned to pull T.B. up off the ground.

To say I lost my temper would be an understatement. If you've not heard or experienced the rage of the undead, well lucky you. 350 years of built-up frustration from having to share this globe with pathetic humans, well, sometimes a girl's gotta vent.

I Howled. Jackie's head whipped back toward me. I felt the Change take hold of me and didn't stop it. I saw her then through the glowing eyes of the undead, smiling as my fangs emerged. Her gun was out in an instant, pointed at my chest.

I took a slow, langorous step toward her. T.B. screamed. "You haven't enough bullets in that to take me," I growled.

Jackie backed up and half tripped over her useless girlfriend. I turned away from them both. She could shoot me if she wanted to. It couldn't kill me. Piss me off, yeah, but then I was already pretty far gone in that direction anyway.

"Take your brat and get out of here," I said, walking back to the last thug, who was dragging himself off.

"What about him?" Jackie asked.

I turned back to her. I knew my eyes held the metallic glow normally reserved for animals in the dark. I saw recognition of who and what I was in her trembling hand as it clutched the gun she knew was useless against me. "He's mine," I said.

She didn't argue. She pulled a now silent T.B. up off the ground. The girl had slipped into shock. I didn't care. They hurried off as my fangs sank into my hard-won breakfast. I should have enjoyed it more than I did.
 

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