In Memoriam

The Strange Nature Of Chaos

She held her sword pointed in Rickey's direction, as he pressed himself against his locked door. "You said I'm sick?" he asked. "Yeah. The one who bit you was infected." she said. "With that shit that will turn me into a zombie?" he asked. "Not a zombie, but you'll lose your ability to control yourself and you'll start eating flesh." she said. Rickey nodded, keeping himself leaning against the door, and dropped his arms. "Ok kill me." he said monotonously. He felt the point of her sword press against his back and shut his eyes. "Father Ricardo of The Order of Saint Benedict out of Valencia. That's who you are, isn't it?" she asked. Rickey opened his eyes and looked to the side, then turned his body to face her, learning his back against the door. He glared at her, "How do you know that?" he asked. "My family told me about you. They just didn't tell me you were a one-eyed Satanic ex-priest that still blesses himself when he enters a cathedral. Old habits dying hard, Father?" she said. He rolled his eyes and came to a sudden stop, looking around, then locking his gaze on her. "You would know." he said quizzically. She moved her sword up to his neck. "Meaning what, exactly?" she asked. He moved closer to her and looked down at her. "I can smell it on you. The sin. The baptism. The gardens. Why do you smell like her?" he asked, his anger rising. She pressed the blade of the sword into his neck, drawing blood. He winced slightly but kept looking down at her, not back away. "Do you have a death wish?" she asked. "Most days." he replied quickly. Blood trickled down his neck and chest, catching her attention. He watched as her eyes began to change color and glared at her, his chest heaving with rage. "What are you?" he hissed through clenched teeth. She kept the blade firmly to his throat, grabbing the back of his neck with her free hand, and moved forward quickly to lick the blood from his chest and neck. He gasped in surprise at her sudden act, and she then looked up at him with glowing eyes, his blood dripping from her bottom lip. "I'm not like you." she said in a threatening tone. She let go of the back of his neck, allowing him to fall back against the door, sneering down at him as he slid down to the floor.

She pointed her sword at him. "Get up." she said. "Kill me." he replied. He refused to stand or to look at her. She kneeled down in front of him, hatred burning in her eyes. "Get. Up." she said. Rickey didn't reply. She rolled her eyes to the side, brought her wrist to her own mouth and bit into it. He could smell the scent of her blood that filled the air. She drained blood from her own wrist into her mouth, then lowered her wrist and offered it to him. He stared at her bleeding wrist, confused, and shook his head as he began to try standing up. She jerked him back down and forced her mouth on his, pushing her own blood into his mouth. He tried pushing her away, but she opened her mouth, forcing his open in the process. He shut his eyes, as he gave in, feeling as though he would die at that moment if he didn't. She felt something on the back of her head and reached behind her to feel his hand there, pulling her closer into him, what had meant to be a feeding had turned into a kiss. She pulled herself away from him violently, reeling back and slapping him across the face before he could stop her. She stood up and looked down at him. He was laughing and began to stand up, finally standing at his full height, as he looked down at her. An air of arrogance surrounding him. "Think you can cure both of us?" he asked. She didn't understand what he meant at first, then saw a small wound on his bottom lip. She reached up and grabbed him by his throat, causing him to make a humored grunt. "What did you do?!" she yelled. He grabbed her arms and turned, slamming her against the door. "I made us equal." he said, before pressing his lips against hers again without warning. She let go of his throat, feeling him deepen the kiss, and bit his tongue. He pulled back in time to be slapped hard across the face by her again. He raised his eyebrows and smirked, shocked at being slapped for a second time. "I don't normally get this kind of reaction. I think I like it." he said, as his smirk turned into a mischievous smile and his eyes narrowed at her. She put her hand on his shoulder and pressed the tip of her sword against his abdomen. "Do you like this?" she asked. He nodded and she rolled her eyes.

"Look, asshole, it's either you come with me and don't touch me like that again...or, I take your brothers' corpses back with me instead." she said. Rickey's smile faded into a smirk. "Mind if I change clothes first?" he asked, pointing to his blood stained clothing. She shrugged and moved to sit on his bed. He saw her watching him and smiled slyly as he began to remove his shirt. "Plan on watching the whole time?" he asked, as he turned away from her. "Yeah, you've already proven you can't be trusted." she said. "In that case..." he started to say, when she heard his pants unzip. A shocked expression crossed her face. "Are you serious?" she asked and looked down. She heard another zip and heard him laugh. "I'm just fucking with you." he said. She looked up and saw him reaching into a dresser drawer to pull out a black shirt, as a feeling of euphoria started to seep into her mind. He turned around as he put the shirt on and grinned. "Are you feeling it, now? That's what my blood does. It took a bit for it to affect you." he said. He adjusted his bracelets and rings as he watched, without any expression, what his blood was doing to her. He slowly moved toward her and she began to fall back onto his bed. "Did you really think I'd go with you willingly?" he asked, kneeling over her body. She gave no response, her head turned to the side, and her eyes closed. He placed his hand gently on the side of her face. "Was it too much for you?" he whispered, as he rubbed his thumb over her cheek. With quick reflexes, she grabbed his hand that had been holding her cheek, pulling it away from her face with bone-breaking force and turned her head to look at him. Rickey felt the sudden painful shock of several thousand volts of electricity coursing through his body. She pulled the taser away from his neck and kicked him to the floor. Walking over to him as he laid on the floor in a daze, she kicked him in the face and rendered him unconscious. "So much for doing this the easy way. All of this for nothing." she said to herself, opening her arms and shrugging. She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and sent a text telling someone he was too much for her to drag there and to come immediately. She looked down at him on the floor. "I'll give you this much, I didn't know your blood could do that." she said, as she waited for a reply on her phone. She walked over to him and kneeled down, looking at the pulsing vein in his wrist, and ran her finger along it. She glanced up slightly at him, several thoughts racing through her head, until a reply finally came through her phone. She stood up and walked over to his window to open it. A large and hostile looking man climbed through the window, walking over to Rickey and picking him up, before climbing back out of the window and disappearing.