Bloodlust: Sliver of Moonlight

11

Damien followed Rosalina out of the room. Damien kept looking at the picture of Myyara while Rosalina pulled a small pager out of her pocket.

"You guys still have those?" Damien asked, still looking at the picture intently.

"We are going to pretty much try to capture a skilled killer," Rosalina sighed, putting the pager back in her pocket, "And the first thing you ask is if we use pagers. Really?"

"...well I mean, yeah," Damien said, "It was just a simple query. Also..."

"Yes, for fucks sake," Rosalina groaned, "We do. You happy now?"

"Didn't have to be an ass about it," Damien retorted, folding the picture up and putting it in his pocket, "So where do we start?"

"Not far," Rosalina said, leading him out into the city, "She was just spotted outside the city. But we have to act fast." She said, running to a large metal door. Damien stood next to her, looking up at the door.

"Ready to see what's behind this door?" Rosalina smiled, looking at Damien.

He gulped, "Guess I have to, don't I?" Rosalina nodded, and knocked on the metal door thrice. After the third knock, the doors slid open slowly. Damien sighed heavily, watching the metal doors creak open. When it stopped, Rosalina grabbed Damien's clammy hand and led him back into the city. The citizens walked around, living their seemingly normal lives.

"This is it for them," Damien shuddered, "They have no idea what's coming..."

"Damien," Rosalina sternly droned, "Find Myyara now. Wallow in a corner later." Damien huffed, but continued to follow Rosalina through the city.

"So..." Damien said, shifting his feet awkwardly as he walked alongside Rosalina, "How long have you been...like this?"

"A few years now," Rosalina answered quickly, "Now focus. Reports said that Myyara was about 15 miles..."

"Do you remember what it was like," Damien asked again, "Being human?"

Rosalina groaned in frustration, "You are not about to do this right now..."

"I'm just saying," Damien shrugged, "I always wondered if vampires remember their times as..."

"Yes, dipshit, we do," Rosalina snapped, "And it's a memory I don't want to relive at the moment." She fell silent as they walked on a long stretch of empty road. Damien looked around the ground and saw skulls and bones littered everywhere around them Damien shivered and looked back over to Rosalina.

"The Dead Zone," Rosalina said, "When Marcus or Alex want to find pleasure in killing innocent civilians, they banish them to this empty stretch of nothing. We're about 65 miles from the main city."

Damien's jaw dropped, "How fucking big is this place, huh?!"

"Compared to America?" Rosalina pondered, "About the size of Nevada."

"That's pretty damn huge," Damien sighed, as he ran his fingers along his arm, "But...why won't you talk about your past?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean," Damien shrugged, "It can't be that bad. Like where's your mom? She must be worried that you're gone so long."

Rosalina sighed, "My mother died, Damien."

Damien shuddered, "Wow...sorry."

"It's fine," Rosalina said, rolling up her sleeves, "She was a bitch anyway." She walked faster, looking at the small PDA in her hand. Damien looked down, following her closely. He closed his eyes, taking a chilly breath. An hour went by with no results. And another hour. And another hour. Damien wiped the sweat off of his brow and loudly groaned at Rosalina.

"It has been," Damien yelled, "3 fucking hours...and you haven't found a fucking hair."

"Don't get an attitude with me, Damien," Rosalina snapped back, "We're about a quarter mile away from her last location. A ghost town, if you will."

"Wow...just like Nevada," Damien chuckled, "And she's there?" Rosalina nodded and cocked her head to a rusted metal sign with smudged letters. Damien began to try to read the sign, but Rosalina grabbed Damien by the collar, pulling him with her into the town. They both stopped a few feet in front of the entrance, looking at the deserted town.

"Yup," Damien sighed, "Ghost town. Definitely a ghost town." Rosalina rolled her eyes and kept walking, leaving Damien behind her.

"She was last spotted hours ago here," Rosalina said, "We'll run a quick sweep of the city and see if she left any..."

"What'd your mother do to make you hate her?" Damien asked, looking through a window of a small, dusty house. Rosalina looked at Damien, annoyed and angry.

"Oh my God, Damien," Rosalina snapped, "Stop it! We have a job to do."

"Well excuse me for being on edge and really scared and need to deflect it with something else," Damien shouted back, "Because I'm not like you."

"That doesn't mean anything," Rosalina said, stomping towards Damien, "You're gonna have to adapt, Damien." Damien advanced towards Rosalina as well, his hands clenching into fists.

"Don't tell me what to do," Damien growled softly.

"Or what?" Rosalina said, drilling her eyes into Damien's.

"Rosalina, I swear to God, I will ram my fist so far up your ass that it'll..." Damien began, but was cut short by a small knife flying between their faces, impaling into the wall. Both of them turned to where the knife was thrown. Damien's stomach dropped instantly as he saw 8 bulky figures standing on the rooftops of a short bank, with another in front. The figure jumped down and landed in front of Damien and Rosalina, her silky black hair draped over one eye.

"No please," Myyara laughed, "Keep arguing. I was actually having fun with this."