Sunday, 26 February 2012

Story Time! (why didn't I call the first one that?)

Refer to first part of story for the fact I have stopped writing this.

Ok I've done some more. Next bit should be interesting, but it might take a while. School.

After a moment of shocked silence; Lyra pulled the rocket launcher out of her bag and pointed it at a small group of the vampires. “Who is your creator? We want to speak with him.” Lorelei levelled a glare at the vampires, “that bazooka will blow half of you into little fleshy scraps if you’re not careful. We want to speak with your creator. Now!” One of the group of vampires scurried back behind the rest.

It was a strange bunch of vampires too. They were all full vampire, but obviously very new. There were all different races and nationalities, like someone had gone around the world and picked a person from everywhere. None of them were talking, most stared at the bazooka, some were looking around as if unsure as to what they should do and then a couple of bold ones glared at the girls. Suddenly they all parted and a figure strode through their midst.

She was as tall and thin as a super-model, with a self-important stride she approached the girls. She tossed her wavy red hair and glared at them with her hard blue eyes. There was a venom in the look that made Lorelei uneasy and her own dark blue eyes flickered away. Lyra was bolder though, and locked glares with the other woman. They looked like they were about to launch into a soap opera bitch fight.

There was recognition in their eyes, Lorelei realised. She looked back at the other woman and tried to see if she remembered fighting her before. The woman sighed and broke off the staring competition that had unofficially started. “Lyra Blue.” Was the almost incredulous remark in a pleasant Russian accent, “I never thought I’d see you here.”

“And I you, Scoriza. I must say you’ve put on weight since we last met.”

“I thought you were staying out of things like this Lyra,” Scoriza sneered, ignoring the insult, “You’re going to make trouble for yourself if you keep on like this.”

“Mostly just trouble for you I think. Have you met my good friend Lorelei? She’s quite experienced on the trouble front.”

“No actually, I haven’t had the pleasure.” Scoriza extended her hand, “Lady Scoriza Venaskie, it’s a pleasure.” Lorelei looked at the hand suspiciously; then back at Lady Venaskie, she sighed.

“I think I’ve missed something here. How do you two know each other?” A look was exchanged and Lyra replied. “It’s nothing Fetch, just history. We don’t need to go into it now.” Scoriza smirked, withdrew her hand, but said nothing. The vampires shifted uneasily.

Lyra looked at Lorelei. Lorelei looked at the possibly fatal position they were in and brought her own hand out. “Lorelei Fetch, and the pleasure is all mine,” Scoriza took it graciously and curved her scarlet painted lips into a smile. “Well then now we are all properly introduced. Kill them,” and with that she disappeared into the mass of oncoming vampires.

Lyra fired instantly, taking out a good chunk with the rocket launcher, then they each pulled up their AK47 and let loose. The younger vampires fell easily, but the older ones closed in swiftly. “We can’t do this Fetch! I needed more warning to set the timer!” Lyra yelled over the noise, “We have to retreat!!” “Ten four Blue! I’ll hold. You go first!” With a quick glance at her friend Lyra dashed out the door and back into the searing heat. Lorelei came through the wall three seconds later and Lyra grinned.

Lorelei’s skills were unique, she liked to call it ghosting, the way she could fade into insubstantiality and float. Sometimes she even did it in her sleep. Now that was funny, once she had woken up on the roof of a skyscraper. Of course Lorelei didn’t find it as funny as Lyra did; she said it was a serious issue. If she came back to full density while half in a wall she didn’t think Lyra would laugh so much.

Of course now they were running. Running for their lives; but the vampires probably wouldn’t follow them outside. After all, heat was heat, and the vampires probably didn’t like it any more than everyone else. So they stopped and returned to the general store.

Lyra got her phone out. “Who are you calling?”

“Someone who should be helpful.”


“Shush Fetch!” Lorelei sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Nix? Yeah it’s Lyra Blue, remember the zombies?” She paused, then laughed. Lorelei frowned. “I know yeah. Say! Feel like doing some killing?” Another pause, “vampires.” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, “OK sweet yeah Coober Pedy. See you there.”  Lorelei looked at her friend sternly, “was that Nixion Strange? Because didn’t he kill a bunch of people? You know, innocent people?”

“Yeah, but he’s good at killing things. And I think he’s over that whole serial killer thing.”

“You think?”

“I’m almost absolutely positive.”

“Wunderbar.” Lorelei sighed and went buy another ice cream.