Authors' Note: Phil (Brooks) = CM Punk. He'll be in future chapters.
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{Chapter 4}
“Here you go,” Hunter said setting down a cold beer in front of Shawn as he slid into the booth across from him. They had been on the hunt for several days before the trail went cold. They now sat in a dive bar trying to find a new trail to follow. Shawn was reading the local paper, frowning. “What’s with the puss?”
Shawn folded the paper and showed Hunter the article he had been reading. “Two college girls were found dead in a dumpster,” Shawn replied.
“Cause of death,” Hunter asked taking a sip of his beer.
“Exsanguination,” Shawn replied. Hunter stared at him blankly. Shawn sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Honestly, Hunter, would it kill you to pick up a book once in a while?”
“That’s what you’re here for, Shawn,” Hunter replied with a smirk. “So, cause of death?”
“They were drained of all their blood,” Shawn replied, shaking his head at his friend.
“Puncture holes in the neck,” Hunter asked, draining the rest of his beer.
“Doesn’t say,” Shawn replied scanning the article again. “But I’m willing to bet big money that’s what we’ll find when we pay a visit to the morgue.”
“Great,” Hunter muttered. “My favorite part of the damn job.”
“This is Calaway’s doing, Hunter,” Shawn said. “I can feel it in my bones.”
Hunter rolled his eyes and sighed. “You’ve felt it in your bones in every fuckin’ shithole we’ve been to, Shawn. What makes this one any different?”
“It just is,” Shawn replied downing his beer in one long gulp. “Let’s go.” He grabbed the paper and headed out to their car. With a sigh Hunter drained his beer and followed.
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“THORN,” Mark’s voice echoed through the house. He stood at the top of the stairs clutching a newspaper in his hand. Thorn appeared moments later. “I thought you disposed of the two girls from the club.”
“Yes, Master,” Thorn replied. “Kennedy and I did.”
“By tossing their bodies in a fuckin’ dumpster,” Mark roared. He tossed the paper at Thorn. The younger vampire caught the paper and skimmed the article. “You were supposed to get rid of them where they won’t be found. You have to fix this…IMMEDIATELY!”
“It will be done, Master,” Thorn said bowing. Mark stormed off, slamming his chamber door behind him. Thorn sighed heading back down the stairs.
Kennedy met him at the foot of the stairs, Mickie tucked under his arm. “Did I hear the Master bellowing,” he asked, nuzzling Mickie’s neck and nipping it. She giggled and cuddled closer to him.
“Yes,” Thorn replied, grabbing Mickie and tossing her away from Kennedy like she was trash.
“What the fuck,” Kennedy growled.
“The bodies were found,” Thorn said.
“Uh…duh,” Kennedy replied helping Mickie up. “We tossed them in a fuckin’ dumpster.”
“Now you get the honor of going to the morgue to dispose of them again,” Thorn said.
“Why me,” Kennedy whined.
“Because you’re younger,” Thorn replied, his eyes flashing dangerously.
“Fine,” Kennedy sighed. “Go wait for me in my room, baby,” he said kissing Mickie quickly before glaring at Thorn. “I’ll clean up this mess, but YOU’RE the one who should have known better.” With that he stormed out of the mansion.
Thorn sighed, shaking his head. “You just can’t sire good underlings these days.”
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“Are you sure we can get in this way,” Hunter hissed while Shawn swiped the key card and punched in the code that Phil had given them.
“Has Punk ever let us down,” Shawn replied. The panel beeped and the door to the morgue entrance opened. “What’d I tell ya?”
“Let’s just get this shit over with already,” Hunter grumbled as they headed in to search for the bodies.
As they rounded the corner to the drawers that contained the dead bodies they spotted a man leaning over two open draws. He sprinkled some powder on the bodies before they burst into flames. It was then that he realized that he had company.
“HEY,” Hunter yelled. “Shawn he’s burning the bodies!”
“I can see that,” Shawn growled grabbing the fire extinguisher off the wall.
“Hunters,” Kennedy hissed moments before Hunter shot a wooden stake through his shoulder. Kennedy yelped in pain before pulling it out and tossing it away.
He caught Shawn with a clothesline before the hunter could put out the fire. The extinguisher flew up in the air before landing on Shawn’s head. “Amateurs,” Kennedy snarled as he leapt for Hunter.
He didn’t have much time to react. Kennedy was leaping at him, fangs bared and murder in his demonic eyes. He pulled out his revolver and fired off four rounds. The bullets penetrated the vampire’s shoulders, chest and stomach stopping him in mid-leap.
Kennedy coughed, but laughed at Hunter. “You fool,” he cackled. “Bullets can’t kill me.”
“Ordinary bullets, no,” Hunter said calmly, picking up the bone saw from a nearby autopsy table. “Those babies are pure silver, motherfucker.”
Kennedy felt the silver kicking in. The poison was coursing through his veins as he got to his feet unsteadily. Hunter raised the bone saw, turning it on. He was fully intent on decapitating the son of a b*tch before him, but he needed information.
“Tell me what I need to know and I’ll make your death quick,” he said.
“Did you practice that in front of a mirror,” Kennedy chuckled, though he coughed up blood now. “You’ll get nothing out of me.”
Hunter raised the bone saw, but the smoke from the burning bodies was beginning to fill the room. His vision was impaired and Kennedy took advantage of this to sneak out through the window he had climbed in through.
“Shawn,” Hunter coughed realizing that they were going to asphyxiate if they didn’t get out soon. He found his partner and picked him up, dragging him out of the building. The bodies they had come to inspect were long gone and it wouldn’t be long before the fire department and police showed up and he didn’t want to be around when they did. They would have to find that vampire another day.
Hunter set Shawn in the passenger seat, the older man was just coming to. “What happened,” he groaned, feeling the goose egg that the fire extinguisher had left on his forehead.
“You lost a fight with a fire extinguisher,” Hunter replied, sliding behind the wheel. He slammed his hands on the steering wheel growling. “Damn it!”
“Did the vamp get away,” Shawn asked.
“Yeah and we lost the bodies too,” Hunter sighed. “I guess we have conclusive proof that the girls died at the hands of vampires.” Shawn quirked a brow at him. “What? You think you have the market cornered on using big words?”
Shawn shook his head. “Just get me back to the hotel so I can put some ice on my head,” he muttered leaning his head back on the seat and closing his eyes.
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The frantic banging at the door of the mansion brought Thorn, Mickie and Cherry to answer it. When Thorn threw the door open Kennedy fell in on him. Thorn could smell the silver immediately.
“GLEN,” Thorn called as he dragged Kennedy over to the couch in the sitting room. He tore open Kennedy’s shirt to examine the damage.
“Ken,” Mickie whimpered, caressing his face.
“Give him room, woman,” Thorn yelled. “GLEN!”
Glen came down the stairs moments later. “Why are you yelling, Thorn? Joselyn needs her rest.”
“It’s Kennedy,” Thorn replied. “He’s been shot with silver bullets.”
“Hunters,” Glen growled. “Was he followed?”
“No,” Thorn replied. “Four bullets.”
“Take the girls and go,” Glen said seeing that Cherry and Mickie were weeping. Thorn nodded and gathered the women leading them out of the sitting room. Glen turned his attention to fallen vampire before him. “What have you gotten yourself into?”
“Fuckin’ hunters came out of nowhere,” Kennedy coughed.
“Relax,” Glen said, rolling up his sleeves as he took a seat on the couch next to Kennedy. He held his wrist out to the younger vampire. “Drink.”
“But…Glen…I can’t,” Kennedy protested. “You need your strength.”
“Don’t worry about me,” Glen replied. “If you don’t drink you’ll die, Ken.”
Reluctantly Kennedy took Glen’s hand and brought the wrist to his mouth, his fangs extending. The bigger man winced as the fangs pierced his flesh and Kennedy began to drink. He felt his strength draining, but did not stop Kennedy knowing that if he did the younger man would die.
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Several hours later Glen knocked on Thorn’s chamber door. “Kennedy is going to pull through,” he said tiredly when Thorn answered the door. “He’ll be weak for a while, but he will make a full recovery.”
“Thank you, Glen,” Thorn replied. “I will tell the girls.” Glen nodded before heading for his own chambers to check on Joselyn and get some rest. He would need to pay an unexpected visit to the healer at sundown.
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