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- Author's note: If you like music while reading, literally just turn on the Hotline Miami
- soundtrack. That fan-made radio station for GTAV (Nightride) works well too.
- I cleaned the grit out of my nails with my teeth. I may have resembled a 16-year old girl for over a week and a half now but some masculine habits remained. no one in the club seemed to care. That was commonplace here. I ran my eyes across the crowd. The old me never came here. I was too busy making sure my earnings were properly laundered. Funny now that I think about it. I spent so much time worrying about all this money, I never ended up using it in the way I dreamed about. As for my most recent acquisition, I used one of my text-only contacts to get the bills split up and circulated. The guy in question, Darnell, is a bit of a slow-mover. I'm only getting three-grand from him a week but it should be enough to live by.
- "Hey, can I buy you a drink?" A lull in the house music allows me to hear someone's voice.
- I look up from my fingernail-cleaning. The person in question must be rather brave:
- They're hardly what a girl, or a guy would call attractive. Notable beer-belly, eyes are
- too close together and his hair looked like a mouldy mop. Of course, when free drinks are
- on the line it pays to be polite.
- "Thank you, I'll take a Rum and Coke. What's your name, by the way?" Fuck, I wish I was
- able to be this smooth with girls. I've started to vet my porn folders in case my gender
- of choice changed. There's just something uncomfortable about a man's mind masturbating to
- men; regardless of whether he has a girl's body or not.
- "It's uh, Forrest. Yeah, like that movie." He smiles confidently. Maybe he's already taking
- some dutch courage. Or, maybe, I should really start believing that looks tell little about
- a person. As a living example of that fact, I shouldn't be so hypocritical. Back onto
- porn. I'm starting to notice that ever since all this shit happened, the buzz hasn't been quite the
- same. I doubt it's the technique-Google and incognito mode are helping me learn. The feeling is
- there but there was one action I have done that gives a much greater sensation of pleasure.
- Sucking the blood out of Pete Smith the police officer's body was the single most
- stimulating sensation I've ever experienced. This is coming from a guy who once waited
- three weeks between jacking off just to see if it was more intense.
- "Oh yeah, I've seen that movie." I smiled. "Though, I'm sure you aren't as... Well, 'dim'
- as he was."
- "Ha, no, no!" His laugh was throaty and genuine. If Santa Claus were a real person, I'd
- say this guy could be him. "Right, so it was a Rum and Coke right? I'll get one for you."
- I nodded and he disappeared for about a minute or two. The DJ of the club changed tracks to
- what sounded a lot like "Funny Little Frog" by Belle & Sebastian. Didn't suit the
- club's theme. I believed music at a club is like serving wine at a party. You start with
- really good shit, like Merlot from the previous decade. After that you just fill the
- glasses with the shit bought from your local store. Their drunken taste buds can't tell
- the difference. Forrest-not-Gump returned holding a tall Larger glass and a shorter glass
- filled with a dark black liquid. On the rim rested a small slice of lime. I was more of a
- lemon person, but again: wine at a party.
- "So, Forrest." I began to sip on my drink. The rum didn't overpower the coke like club
- drinks usually do. I remind myself to tip the bartender before I continue speaking.
- "What are you doing in this club? Do you have some friends I can meet, or are you by
- yourself?"
- "Billy no-mates, unfortunately." The expression confuses me for a second. Forrest clearly
- sees this as he explains. "Alone, by myself, me, myself and I. I don't mind so much, it
- means I can go where I please and meet new people, like yourself." I watch him as he
- drinks his Larger. He's clearly experienced with first impressions. He keeps his head
- level and lets the glass pour the drink into his mouth. I give him a wink to see if I can
- catch him off guard. Impressively he doesn't flinch and instead gives his eyebrows a
- raise. Jesus Christ almighty, is this what girls are processing when they meet a guy? It's
- hardly fun yet it is interesting to gauge his responses.
- "That's a mature way to look at it. You know. People don't often buy me drinks often,
- perhaps I can find a way to thank you tonight? I revealed a fang in the smile I gave. It
- was probably too dark to notice. It appeared that as I drink, my ability to mask my wings,
- fangs and razor-sharp hands is weakened. Parts of the veil began to slip. He doesn't
- respond verbally, but my other senses show me he was clearly intrigued by my proposition.
- That same red pumping sound stood out among the noise of the club. Lub-dub, lub-
- dub it went. I was close enough that I could pick out individual veins and
- arteries flash red as fresh, delicious blood pumped into them. I was in for a tasty
- meal, it seemed.
- "Well, uh... I mean, sure but you don't mean the old hanky-panky do you?" He asked. "Look, it's obvious that I liked you because that's why I'm talking to you. Don't you think you can thank me in some way that isn't so invasive?" I was almost shocked
- by his response. I would never turn down a body like this as a guy, not that I ever got
- the chance. I guessed that his heart was bigger than his dick. If anything that was great for me.
- "you're right, that was a bit too forward. How about a kiss and a hug then?" I pulled my
- cutest look. It was the result of three hours of facebook-stalking my old high school
- pupils that didn't remember to remove me yet. If it worked I would have myself some fun in
- only a few minutes. Of course it worked. His eyes widened, his heart beat even faster now.
- I stood up and beckoned him to follow me with my index finger like a true siren.
- Being a club, there was a convenient back door into the adjacent Alleyway. I was quite
- aware that the Alley was my domain now.
- Darkness. Sweet, sweet darkness. No city mayor would ever waste money lighting places he
- couldn't tax. Forrest has a few beads of sweat on his forehead. Perhaps he was still
- afraid that this was some elaborate scheme. The kind of scheme that would theoretically
- get me pregnant and put him in a shotgun wedding. He didn't have to worry about that. What
- was coming was far more deadly than a shitty marriage. "I hope here's okay, Forrest. You
- seem like the kind of Gentleman that prefers privacy." Damn, my social-engineering skills
- were all aces tonight. Pupil dialation and maybe, maybe a slight bulge in his jeans confirms this.
- "You're right about that. Don't you think it's a bit much though, being in a dark alley
- just for a snog?" For fuck's sake Forrest, why did you have to use all these foreign
- terms? Getting past his unique vocabulary, I placed a hand on his shoulder and began to
- draw him in. I felt the veil falling apart now. My wings began to extend and stretch
- from being cramped up so long. The mundane skirt and shirt I had been wearing grew and deformed into the dress and jacket I have been cursed to wear forever. My Mars pistol appears in its holster and my fangs came to full extension. Forrest had not yet realized but he was already dead.
- That's when I was tripped over. Something had silently wrapped around my right leg and
- jerked backward. This knocked Forrest out of my grip who then cried out and pointed behind
- me. I truly thought I could hide from them. That fucking Teddy-bear.
- "Get away from him, you monster!" A girlish voice called out to me. The object wrapped
- around my leg went limp and I could stand up to face my hunter. Green eyes, with matching
- green uniform. It looked like a business suit crossed with a ballet dress. I wondered if
- she was a he a few weeks ago. It didn't take me long to notice a few key factors on the contrary.
- She had some slight indentations near the bridge of her nose. Her mundane self must wear
- glasses. Her hair was short and wavy, it was auburn. Glasses, green eyes and auburn hair.
- Those three in combination caused the metaphorical light bulb above my head to flash
- brightly.
- "You've taken from my family something that can never be returned." I spent most of her
- speech fiddling through my pockets. I found what I was looking for just as she said "It
- told me what you are and what you did, I'm here to eliminate you." Pete Smith's wallet was
- in the same condition I found it. It's a good thing the pockets on my jacket were micro-
- portals into my personal hammerspace. There she was. Pete Smith and Emily Smith, together
- in the photo. Now Emily stood in the alleyway and wanted me dead. Not to mention she had magical powers, too. This proved an interesting situation.
- "Here, I believe this was your Daddy's, Emily." I chucked the wallet at her. In the time she
- wasted catching it I drew my Mars pistol and fired off two rounds into her. It had been a
- while since I fired it. The first short skimmed over her shoulder and the second
- shot, which was not compensated for recoil, impacted the building behind her some 20 feet
- up. Emily was not not impressed by this. She drew a short sword with her left hand while
- pointing directly at me with her right. Now that I was fully transformed, I could see the
- object that grabbed me much clearer. It was a collection of belts, the kind you wear to
- keep your trousers up. They were buckled to each other and they formed a rather impressive
- daisy-chain that quickly headed towards me. I leapt up using my wings as they were
- intended, I saw the belts darting just beneath my feet before I hit the ground.
- "You fucking bitch! Or, should I say dick?" Emily cut me deep on that one. I was
- determined not to let her kill me now. I channel my inner mana and ready myself to attack. I casted a wall of wind to hold back the belts that will probably attempt to
- protect her. After which, I called upon two porcelain clones of myself to sustain a time
- spell on Emily. It wasn't enough. The ground shook beneath me and my clones shattered as they toppled over. I shift my mana over to enhancing my own speed. Clearly I had neglected
- my control over time. I barely managed to miss a sword strike after she charged me. This
- did give me the opportunity to strike her, though. I caught the left side of her face with
- my claws. The strike knocked her backward but not to the floor. "I'll wear this scar with
- pride once you're dead!" She growled through her gritted teeth. It was then I saw a single
- drop of blood run down her cheek. It reminded me of how she ruined my chance of a blood
- meal- I could feel instinct taking over my actions already.
- "HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT IS THIS?" Oh, right. Forrest was just standing there
- frozen by terror. Even now, he still wasn't running. The battle taking place was eerily
- quiet now, despite Forrest's screaming. Occasional gunshots, stomping of shoes as I use my
- wings and feet to climb and leap of a building wall. Emily's belt chain makes
- whipping noises as she orders it to try and hold me down. It feels like the only sounds I
- could perceive now were those associated with violence. I couldn't hear mine or Emily's
- grunts as we struggled to attack each other. I didn't hear my claws screech as they dug
- into Emily's arm. I did hear the ripping of flesh and the scraping of bone. Strikes
- however, are rarely bought. Usually they are trades. In my focus on attacking her, I leave myself
- open for her belt-chain to contort around my right arm around the elbow. Moments later, a
- loud snapping sound comes from it Immense pain shooting through my body follows it.
- Our engagement slowed down. Attacks were slower, methodical and less mindless. I summoned
- more clones to attack her. Unlike me, their shooting arms were not broken. Bullet holes
- appeared in Emily's thigh and hip just as quickly as my clones were turned to dust from
- her sword strike. I just managed to strike her with my left claw. the wound on her hip
- widened and blood squirted out onto my cheek. A quick lick revealed a much harsher taste
- than Emily's father. Perhaps it was the adrenaline ruining the flavor? "You can run away
- you know. I won't hunt you." I attempted to reason with Emily. I was hurt. I knew it would heal but both Emily and I were in pain. No words. There were only
- more strikes from Emily. I truly had enough and I had a plan. I channeled all of my
- mana into a single move. The Alley worked as a perfect wind tunnel to focus my blast.
- I pushed Emily into the widest part of the Alley. "You'll need more than that to hurt me you
- piece-" It was at this point I both wept and grinned from ear to ear. I had readied a door
- to my Hammerspace about 10 feet in the air. From it, my Fire-red, '89 Camaro flew out of
- the door straight down and onto Emily.
- The Camaro is dead. A bright flash appears from underneath it. Forrest has taken off and
- will probably call the police. I am not eager to face yet more combat. I limp over to the
- Camaro's husk and see a pair of legs poking out from underneath it. Instead of a green
- skirt the legs are wearing khaki shorts. A pair of black, thick-rimmed glasses lay to one
- side, one of the lenses was cracked. "Fuck, I've really done it now." I mutter to myself.
- Killing Emily solved nothing. She could be brought back or the fucking Teddy-bear could
- just make more like her. I had to leave this city, make use of how easily I can blend in.
- Anything to avoid something like this again. Without mundane transport I carefully extend
- my wings and take high flight. I'll use one of the communal safehouses that I know about.
- Hang around for a few days, then I'll find out what to do.
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