Obstinancy - Finish the Story #33

Obstinancy

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The Contest Introduction:

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“I’m not going in there.” Imani took a drag from her cigarette and put her muddy boots up on the dashboard. “I’m going to sit here until the sun comes up. I don’t want to live anymore.”

Isaac groaned. He glanced at his watch. They had twenty minutes till sun up. “Hiraam and Kat are inside waiting on us.” He turned off the car.

“I hated Hiraam a hundred years ago and I hate him today. You know that.”

“I know, Imani. But it’s not like we have a whole lot of fucking options.”

She scoffed. “Here you go. Angry as always. You know, you’d think that someone could handle their fucking anger issues after a few hundred years but. Well. You’re kind of a living betrayal of that idea.”

“Eloquently spoken from a drama queen,” he murmured. Isaac rummaged through his coat pocket for a blunt. “What’s it this time? General depression? PTSD from the bloodshed? Bored with the general state of things? Let me guess. It’s just too hard now, right? Now that they’ve all gone and dropped the bioweapons on each other? Now that they’re too sick for us? Just too much work for little Miss coffeeshop revolutionary. Little Miss Make A Revolution For Fun.”

“Far more interesting to participate in their history then sit around painting all day.” Imani tossed her cigarette out of the window and lit another. Isaac lit his blunt and stared at her smoking. So beautiful in the moonlight, her black skin was smooth and supple after their recent kill. It was this time that they’d usually go back and enjoy themselves, let out whatever violent energy that had on each other before blacking out.

“You’re not serious,” he said. “This is just-“

“You’re right.” She turned to him and he saw between the growing high that she was serious. “You’re right. I don’t want to bother. There’s hardly any of them left anymore, and the ones that are still alive are all armed and fighting. It’s too much work, Isaac.”

Isaac hit his blunt and thought it over. She was right. It was different now. He glanced up at the sinking moon. The sky had shifted from the starry blackness to a deep bruised purple. Isaac was ready to speak again, to try and change her mind, when the door to the warehouse opened. Hiraam stepped out, his hands up in that universal sign of surrender. Behind him stepped three men in camo. One held a shotgun to Hiraam’s back.

“Shit!” Isaac ducked and pulled Imani down.

“How many?” she asked.

“Three.”

“Human?”

“Didn’t see.”

Isaac opened the car door. Imani hesitated. He pulled her out of the car. They ran behind trees.

Imani sat as he scouted. His eyesight shifted to infrared. The man with the gun and his buddy flared hot red. But the third one was ice blue. “Two humans,” he said, creeping back down. “The big one with a beard is vamp.”

“Smell pot?” the vamp asked.

My Entry:

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Isaac cursed to himself. His thoughts slowed into a gentle rhythm as the weed settled in his bloodstream.

“Where’s Kat?” Imani asked.

They both peered towards the group of men, keeping low to remain hidden. The vamp had climbed into the abandoned car.

“Who was here?” The vamp yelled at Hiraam. “I can smell two… two vampires.”

The man with the shotgun pushed the end into Hiraam’s back moving him forward.

“If you don’t tell me I will get that bitch out here and finish her off.”

“We were meeting some friends. They probably left when they saw you turn up. They know better than to mess with the Chain.”

“They know better than you then. Lets go.”

The third man grabbed Hiraam by his collar and shoved him towards the front of the warehouse. The vamp had a final look around, sniffing the air, he focused on the trees surrounding the building. Hiraam tripped causing the vamp to refocus. The four of them rounded the corner out of view.

Imani stood up. She rubbed her lower back and stretched.

“The sun is rising and I don’t think I can stay awake much longer.”

“We need to find out if Kats still alive.”

They silently made there way back towards the warehouse. Their eyes darting to the skyline for the elusive sunrise.

Once inside their eyes adjusted quickly to the dark entryway. They silently made their way through the building.

Imani gripped onto Isaac. They were both grasping at their consciousness trying to remain awake for a little while longer.

They found Kat curled up on the floor shaking. Her leg had been torn open from a shotgun blast.

“Kat.” Imani said her name in a whisper. The blood pulsed through her body, the adrenaline wearing off.

The human blood was too unclean from the chemical warfare for them to not be affected by it.

Isaac rolled Kat over. She screamed in pain.

Imani sunk to the floor. “Isaac we can’t help her. We can’t help ourselves.”

Isaac’s eyelids drooped as he struggled to stay awake.

“Well, well, well. All my pretty little vampires all in one place.”

The Chain vamp had returned alone.

“I’m gonna’ kill Hirram”

Imani passed out.

Isaac fell to the floor. There was nothing he could do. The blood had been too tainted. His fear forced his eyes open. He watched as first Kat, then Imani were dragged out.

He knew the Chain would not treat them kindly after their many refusals to join them.

Before the vamp returned he closed his eyes knowing he would wake up somewhere else.

This is my entry to the @bananafish Finish The Story Competition.

Find out about the contest here.

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