The vampire curse. F. Shelby

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Lizley slept in the daylight Charlie got taken calling in her new, last and only mission in Birmingham. She wanted to go into exil. Somewhere nice near the beach or in the countryside until business would call her again. Or maybe forever. She did not know what to do with her live. She wanted to feel got but she did not know how.

That was a lie. Just that everything that made her happy made her feel bad at the same time. She knew that it was wrong. But a girl couldn't change two things: want she wanted and who she was. And Liz never would be able to change that if she would not become a woman.

"You're backup. Michael wants his revenge and you'll give it to him" Tommy instructed her.

"How much?" She asked looking him dead in the eye trying to make out his face yet again not sober.

"Two five and freedom" He admitted obviously coughing on the words.

Lizley was worth much more than that. And Tommy knew that it would be smarter to keep her but he definitely wouldn't because he feared what she might do.

"Fine Tom" She mumbled as she lighted her cigarette before she went to accompany Michael.

"Since when do you smoke? And you smell like a rum factory" He asked as the car started before asking what she was doing there in the first place.

"Since you keep me from fucking Finn. That started it all" She mumbled dead serious before they both erupted into laugher.

"Yet again I tell you, you can still fuck me" He smirked towards her and slightly tickled her. They were lucky that they were able to have those moments yet they just didn't knew that.

"Yet again I leave" She mumbled sadly as she checked the bullets in her gun that felt so familiar and warm in her hands.

"What do you mean?" Michael stiffened as he noticed the tone in her voice.

"I'll go after this" She confessed looking into his eyes deadly serious a sudden coldness in them.

"Where?" He asked weirdly soft for once as he tried to make her out in the small light they had. "Liz, this is your home" His heart broke as he said that. He didn't told the truth he knew that but he didn't wanted to think about her gone. Unfortunately he really was in love with her.

"You're right. This place is the closest to a home I ever had, yes. But I can't be a hostage forever. I'm Lizley fucking Salomons. I'm London's vampire. I'm not a fucking hostage. I'll never fucking be" She brought out bitterly and cold.

"Please" He took her hands and stared into her light eyes."Stay for me. For Finn"

Instead of talking Liz kissed him softly, slightly, innocent just to stop him from making her heart ace. As she broke away she shortly rested her head on his chest before the car stopped.

Lizley stayed in the security of the dark while Michael approached the disgusting priest.

"What do think you're doing, boy?" He doomed in his thick accent as Michael furiously approached him.

Control your anger, Liz thought as she stepped into the light making herself visible giving Michael the opportunity to attack the man if you could even call him a man.

Lizley pulled on the necklace around his neck strangling him giving her odd joy in the process. Like a wild horse kept in a table without turnout. She needed her turnout as the killer she was.

Control your anger, she told herself now and stepped away from the almost dead man giving Michael his shot.

"Go on call Finn. This bastard's mine" He yelled towards her as he looked towards the priest with bloodlust in his eyes ready for revenge and justice.

Lizley hesitated just to pity Michael for a second. His anger had created a ruthless monster he would never get rip off. Liz had tried to get rip off it but once you got it, it would never leave.

"F-Finn Michael told me to call you. Charlie is save" She whispered in the phone anxiously that something would happen to Michael or rather that he wouldn't be able to take it. Take the guilt of taking someone's life as Liz had experience so many times.

"Why are you with him?" His voice was in a similar tone as hers was but a pinch of anger and jealousy was in there as well.

"Backup. Go on tell them!" She got more urgently before she hung up to get back to Michael just to find him full of blood. "It's alright" She whispered fearing that Michael was going to fall to the ground

"I killed him" He whispered as he cupped her cheeks with his bloody hands painting her cheeks in the same light ruby colour.

"It's alright" She mumbled as she kissed him tasting the blood on his lips as she had so often before but in other ways.

"I killed him with my own hands" He whispered with fear and anxiety and regret and guilt but she just tried to comfort him.

She slipped away from Michael as Charlie made a noice again. Lizley picked the boy up and held him tightly.

Kids were something magical. They could make the world whole or destroy them.

Lizley hated kids. Or she rather hated the thought that they could become something wicked and rotten someday. Or have to go through a lot of pain as Lizley had experienced. Or she was jealous because some people would live peacefully and happy after all while she was damned to spend her live in hell some way.

"Oh Charlie" Lizzie said immediately when they came back into the office with the little boy in Michaels arms.

Polly took a look at Liz and Michael while Ada and Lizzie made sure that Charlie was alright.

His mother saw what was going on inside of himself. She saw what happened to him and got any part of the puzzle that Lizley was to understand her maybe partly.