South Side Gotham City

Spilling Blood chapter 12

  It was easy to smell the blood, even with the other scents trying to mask it. It was even easier to smell someone that she drank from, and right now, she was looking for him.

Emily didn't mind that the Batman had killed her creator, or more accurately her father. Vampires were not known for being good parents, much less the king of the vampires. He was cruel, calculating, and thought of humans as either food or slaves. Emily's mother was human, died once she was born. It took all of two seconds for King Dracula to mourn the human woman before drinking the spilled blood.

Joker wasn't too far away, but Emily thought that even if she were on another planet, the clown would still be too close. It was tempting to tear his heart out, drain him dry, but Emily was trying to learn from Batman. Of course, he didn't have that rule when it came to burning the living dead.

Emily continued down the South Side of Gotham, her own lips buzzing at the smell of blood, teeth itching. For the moment, Emily satisfied her thirst with the synthetic blood that Batman helped her develop. It dulled the itching.

Emily saw a black skulled man in a pressed suit. Black Mask, responsible for much death, directly and indirectly. She wanted to use her fangs, tear the crime lord apart, slowly, painfully. Instead, Emily let out a hiss, then turned and walked away, following the path that would take her to Jason.

Jason was kind, even if he didn't show it. He helped Emily when she was badly hurt, and they didn't have any synthetic blood to speed along her healing. Jason cut his arm and let the blood drip into Emily's mouth. Barely ten drops and it was enough to stabilize her until returning to the Cave for proper treatment.