Where's that Vampire Too? ✔️

Chapter 30 - When it counts

Bahman opened the door slowly controlling Alexa's charge at him. "What ate your chew toy?" He asked with a slight voice crack. She barged past him looking for something, that was apparently on his sofa. "How did you do that?" She spun back at him."Do what?" He tried to act innocent there was scope to breeze over it. But she was watching his expressions with way more attention than was comfortable. Alexa looked at the ghostly girl in the white dress, wide-eyed and perched upright on the sofa. "Alex, he's been disappearing and reappearing throughout the house for the last hour. I swear one time he came back with a freshly cooked takeaway pizza. The box was in Italian." "You teleport?" Alexa queried with a good amount of disbelief."I don't! How did you?" The man gaped at her a little."What are you?""What are you?""We've had that conversation and I've been honest in admitting I'm a werewolf. And at this point, I don't even believe you were truly in danger the night I 'saved' you, spill." She let the wolf out a little to prove her point, hopefully, she'd only get a little yellow around the eyes and not fluffy."Okay! I don't know what I am, I just disappear if I'm about to die! And if that is right now get out of my apartment!" He shouted, wolfing out was probably not her best idea, he was scared of that side of her. "You really don't know? Has he done anything else shady?" She turned to the motionless seated Sarah. "Not shady, he did appear in tears once. Maybe be a tad gentler to 'im." Sarah chimed in answer."Sit down, calm down now, I want the truth then you know what. We can probably help you understand. I only found out I was a werewolf this year." She took all the harsh tones out of her voice and sat herself down next to Sarah, allowing the frightened young man the large chair. It was odd, she could swear she could feel Sarah leaning on her for a moment. She looked down the ghost was there leaning on her like an interested child, and not falling through her but not corporal either. Bahman sat opposite her, she was toning it down her severity under control she looked more like a teacher than a predator, all she had done and barked at him had been for his safety. Maybe that was the real reason he had insisted on using her as a muse, she was a chance to find someone that understood what was going on, why he could do what he could. "I...""Start from the beginning. Thanks to you I'm here now and have saved a lot of lives today." She spoke softly, and sincerely. Gone was both the scary werewolf and any of the acting sweet she used to get him to help her before. Sarah beamed at her, "D would be proud." Alex tried to nudge her in retaliation, and thanked him, smiling a little. Bahman wasn't the sort of boy she was used to looking at, she was from the countryside and would have happily stayed tipping cows and dancing in the fields all her life, she sighed actually she had. But he was something different, he was a tall slim brunette with olive skin, and the most spectacular emerald eyes she had ever seen, and he was beautiful and vulnerable. She likey, and she didn't think she would ever like a lad or a nerd, or whatever he was, as he always wore tracksuits and sat twiddling at his computer. Bahman sighed, "From the beginning? When it first happened, I was, I must have been asleep in my family home. I was the thirteen-year-old that went to sleep one night and woke up on another continent.""What happened to your home?""My home? It was, we lived in the wrong place. It was very close to a town centre and there was a bomb... because of my 'talent' I was the only survivor of the whole apartment complex." He gulped, holding onto the arms of his chair so tightly for support that his hands were creating crescent indents, he was struggling to remember but not relive the trauma, the loss. "It must have happened whilst I was sleeping because I didn't even hear the explosion. There was nothing then. I must have been dreaming about California, the US. That's it, the beaches of California my older sister had been gushing about visiting someday." He sobbed at the thought of his wild sister, who had always wanted to break the rules but loved her family so much she was bound to come home full of fantastic stories. "How do you know you were the only survivor? Perhaps you could?""I just tuned up in California, a literal 'illegal alien,' with passable English, but obviously a lost kid. And no clue how to get home. A few uncles took me into their households but, I was a strain, another mouth to feed that kept himself to himself because what am I? What can teleport? Do you know? Am I like a demon or something?""I have a few people we can ask. But what of your family, your sister?""I never saw them again. Years after, as soon as I managed to learn how to use my power I went back. There was nothing but rubble Alexa, and very few people with memories of what had happened. When I walked around the street I couldn't believe my eyes. I saw a military-looking group out for blood, it could have been rebels or the military, all I remembered was this little boy that I grabbed and held onto for his little life as they shot at us. When I had teleported to London his small body had gone, all I had in my hands was his backpack. That's my talent, I can 'teleport' to wherever I want to wearing and holding whatever objects that I can hold usually. I just can't bring anyone with me. I can save myself, only myself." He finished, reeling at the pain he had an amazing unnatural power, that was useless when it truly counted. Sarah watched as Alex caught his eyes and looked into them with sympathy and understanding, while all she could do was fidget. "Alex asked him what happened when he tried something he couldn't carry." The spectre had felt death, it wasn't the worst thing that had happened to her, but she wanted to know more about him. "I bet it stayed put," Alex answered under her breath, she wanted to wait, let him talk, but they stayed silent, all three of them. Alexa sat forward, he had shared and he looked as if he had fallen back into some of the grief it had caused. How could she help him, with sympathy? or a distraction? "I'm not saying it's anything like your trauma but my father disappeared at the beginning of the year. He left for the shops and never came back. He left nothing for me to understand, no note and so far we haven't found a body either. My a well, not a boyfriend anymore Tristan, that guy that we called, he's a police officer looking into it. But I followed my werewolf nose and nothing... The thing I'd like to ask is, do you want answers? Because I do. But would you want them even if they only held the worst news?" She spoke to him softly, her deep far too British voice trying to cloak him in a blanket of her sympathy. "I would like answers. To who I am and why I can do this. For where my family is? I can't let go of the hope just yet." He managed to get out, barely audible as he sunk into the seat, his green eyes lost and still wet. Alexa could see she wasn't helping his mood, what could stop a person up? "Would you like a hot drink, tea or coffee, or can I cook us something?" She tested, "Or maybe watch another one of those vampire movies? I promise to be quieter." "A movie sounds nice." He was coming back, colour returning slowly, his grip on the chair loosening, but the imprints had been made, and it would be impossible to make it pristine, like new again. "Cinema? There's bound to be another one out." He replied with a faint forced smile. "Would it be terrible to admit I've never been to the cinema?" She stated."Then we have to go! I'll book the tickets.""Thank you, Bahman and, remember I'm here if you need anything.""Since when did you become so nice?""I've always been nice, just saving the world from vampires can take it out of you." She smiled, genuinely, it had felt good to really listen to someone and to tell them about her struggle with having lost D. Bahman made a lot more sense now, and she knew she could help him somehow, even just being the other oddball in the universe. How would one get the ability to teleport? Her first theory was one that she didn't want to voice just yet but she had to get a DNA sample to Diana, she'd be able to find something out with all of D's machinery. The two or three depending on who was looking at them, confused young adults, walked out of the cinema. It was a rare grand old-fashioned Cineplex with a big movie and lights. "What was that called?" The should be 'vampire expert' actual 'vampire hunter' asked. "Underworld: Lifelines, it's a sequel but-""That was terrible! Why is a vampire going around chasing after some half-werewolf guy with her kid in toe? Like the some violent sexual family road trip movie? What on earth is your game going to be about?""About that, have you had a big bad?""What do you mean?""Like an antagonist person, you've been waiting all season to try and kill and has been trying to kill you.""No... There was this strong vampire with pink hair that buried me underground once. And a vampire that had about twelve women at a time that he sent to pick up children for them all to eat. I remember that more because it was so hard to track them down, each time I found a woman that was trying to take a child, I disposed of her but then there was another one in town over the next night. He kept on replacing them as I staked them, we did not know what was going on for a week or so. Quite a few lives lost but we tracked the vampire 'king' down in the end.""You were the bait?" He looked at her in horror."I was eight. A child nonetheless." The hunter brushed off."Alexa I know you miss your father but it kind of sounds like child abuse.""Born a vampire Hunter remember, he didn't like putting me in those situations but if he hadn't trained me from a young age I would be dead by now. Training me then made me who I am today, and I love him and I miss him and I love everything that he taught me.""I can try finding him, hack a few security cameras, and other computers.""That will be amazing but I think Diana would've tried it already. He must've gone off the grid if he is alive... So anything else you would like to do tonight? Since you can get yourself out of trouble we could, I can't believe I'm saying this. Could look for some more vampires? You've just got to get yourself out, away if it's not safe, deal?""Maybe next time, but when you're home in the morning I'll have a key made for you, go save the world." "I'm always trying." She called to him before he disappeared into thin air, right in front of her. How do people not notice that? "Want me to keep an eye on him?" Sarah offered, a little too eagerly. "No, space is probably in order." She produced her phone from her bum bag and called the speed dial. "Diana, what else have you got for me tonight?" She asked her earbuds, as she scaled the large cineplex, and looked out at the bustle of drunken south London streets.