45 minutes before the tragedy
I have said it and I will say it again for my belief of it being true.....I am....insane. Insane as insane goes when it came down to me. I am a walking nightmare in the streets of merry old London. Someone ready to give up after hundreds of years of fighting the same enemy and for what? Just to save ungrateful people who did not care about putting their own lives in danger? The more the years progressed the more arrogant and self righteous they became. Life just doesn't feel the same anymore. My insanity could come from a bunch of reasons but I am sure the only answer to this is my recent nature of carelessness and an overwhelming ability to lose control of my power. This has happened many times even through death, the first time being the worst of all. A massacre I will never forget...the bodies...laying comfortably on the ground..the burnt debris and flesh scattered in every direction...and the number of souls I had taken that very night will continue to replay in my mind. And I am regretting it. No amount of compulsion can remove the acts of violence I caused...sigh the crime will live with me forever.
I need to focus on my mission for the sake of my sanity. Driven to craziness by someone is one thing but having your own power serve up a plateful of erratic symptoms is a way to keep me crazy.
Missions are assignments for the supernatural in need of a perfect amount of cash to suffice for awhile. Whether they join as hunters, carriers, or messengers. Each job is scheduled by the Thorn Covenant to obtain outlaws off the streets anywhere on the planet. Some were from wealthy benefactors who had it out for locals they despised and wanted removed.
I never made a living from my missions-after years of saving and investing in prestigious companies I grew my own wealth. These were simply odd jobs to waste time away from normal everyday boring life. Today I had been scheduled as a messenger to deliver a very important message to a very important person, he is an old vampire by the name of Gunter. Who ran a supernatural safe home for the bad turned good. These safe houses were established 300 years ago because of the amount of virtuous souls needing a place to seek refuge...and you wouldn't have guessed who made it possible for them? Yes..your one and only. Since I am older than any living creature on earth including the Ancient Ones I made rules and guidelines for alot of people and their safety. Reasons being; One for destroying half the world a long time ago and two because we were losing creatures by the day. Being the oldest came with advantages and disadvantages-advantages being older and more wiser and stronger then the creatures of the night-disadvantages being cursed to this world.
Sigh
Finally arriving I got a look at the place..this rundown shack lacked so much finesse it was hard to tell whether it were a haven or a pub. But this is his way of keeping villains away. Previously a peace soldier who risked his life and reputation to help others, Gunter learned how to deter evil away. And the best way to do that is by mirage, the exterior of his haven looks like the city dump while the interior belongs out of a luxury catalog. Not only that each safety cabin had to be protected by a special rune that conjured a forcefield around the building. It all works perfectly well because lately I haven't heard anything about evil running haywire so that is a good thing, I just hope it stays that way.
I stood in front of the building getting rained on because the drizzle for more reasons than none felt comforting. I knew just standing there would be pointless and a waste of time so I entered with nothing but my umbrella in hand. The moment I walked in it felt.... unpleasant. Something is off with the air- it smelled different. I only see happy, smiling, drunk faces; but that change in atmosphere had me on edge. For a few minutes I tried to figure it out but no one seemed to give off any differences so I gave up from lack of interest, proceeding on to find the old geezer. Not that it was hard to find him; his energy is different compared to everyone else because of what he is and his age. One of my special abilities consisted of reading aura's or spirit colors. I could tell by a person's aura what they were generally up to. I had to give it to the man, he sure knew how to design. The walls were made of classic calacatta white marble that looked so well with the wooden oak bar that extended throughout the wall. The tables were also made from the white marble and the chairs had plush pillows sewed into the sitting area that may have been comfortable to my butt had I not had a mission to fulfill. I am impressed that he even thought about embellishing this place with the scarcity of polish coming from his customers.
I found Gunter in a crowd of rowdy patrons yelling and laughing at who could drink the most whiskey in 5 minutes. He seemed to be enjoying the chaos..they were good people..nothing to worry about right? Sensing movement behind him he turned around with fear in his wild eyes. I get that look alot nowadays, people fear me the moment my name is mentioned(I feel like John Wick) yes my reputation precedes me but only because almost half of everyone I come across want me dead so it does not surprise me that their gazes show fear.
"Oh, it's you. Come to take my soul then medium?" He said walking over to a barstool to sit down, un-pocketing a royal blue lighter and a cigarette as well.
"Only to deliver a message."
Before lighting his cigarette the look on his face was unrecognizable. Sometimes I wondered why a phone call or express mail could not be used? Pretty much seemed like the best alternative for this job since it was only a message but the details of the message had some type of connection to him.
He said, "What do you mean?"
I hesitated a bit but I had to tell him, "Well...you see."
Glass shatters
(Shing.shing.shing.shing.shing.shing
Clip.clip.clip.clip.clip.clip.clip.clip
Dunk.dunk.dunk.dunk)
Silence
Another feature of mine is having enhanced hearing and I heard the weapon being unsheathed before it was thrown my way. I knew something was going on with the atmosphere but I could not put my finger on it. Now I know this person must have enchanted his aura to make it appear like he was one of the patrons. My umbrella is raised closer to my face protecting myself from 6 shiny golden daggers that were stuck to the surface like a magnet, the rest must have connected to other objects.
(Whish.whish.whish.whish.whish.whish.whish.whish)
More were thrown ferociously at me and my umbrella caught them as well blocking people behind me.
"I think this will be much easier if you guys take cover." I said to the patrons and they scattered, hiding away from the incoming fire.
This person has something against me cause now the daggers were shooting out so fast that some were not seen, but they missed my body by a little. Since I had more room to move around I could dodge the way I wanted to with my martial arts skills and superhuman speed. My umbrella is twirling through my fingers like I was a majorette at a football game. I maneuvered each block just so the daggers shot back at the attacker, trying to catch him off guard and a find a opening to his bombard. From what my ears could hear the intruder appeared to be slowing down until he came to a complete stop. Maybe he is contemplating on his next move or he is completely exhausted because there is no way he had any energy left to do anything. The guests took this opportunity to run out and leave the building for good..heh I do not blame them I wouldn't want to be involved in someone else's crap either.
Soon 2 figures came out of the shadows revealing their faces..my guess to make a point..like it mattered. Taking a look at their rugged external wear they must have registered as new hunters and their first mission was to annihilate me...how cute of them to think of me. New hunters are never told what the first mission is for the sake of backing out of the contract. But they are warned of the danger ahead. There are many that are super desperate for money that the consequences seem like water flowing through a fountain until they are face to face with the so called danger.
One of the attackers ran outside but before I could stop him his friend decided to use my averted eyes as a way to hurt me. He threw 3 daggers penetrating my chest, stomach, and forehead. So now the psychopath becomes a sneaky psychopath who thinks the fight is over. Alas my friend, the fight is never over if I am still standing.
Using my telepathic abilities I removed each piece of metal from my body, sealing my wounds to a faint scar. Angry at the nuisance in front of me I sent them flying at the man. I knew he was fast but after his workout with me he moved as slow as a sloth causing him to miss one of the daggers. It pierced his lungs and he staggered backwards out of the dim lighting onto the wall behind him. A goat could see that he is inexperienced, probably the best thing coming from him is the dagger throwing and that was short lived. He began to breathe heavily holding onto his side trying to stop the bleeding. The most I could decipher about him had to be the desperate look on his face and the way he could conjure those knives between his fingers even in the face of an opponent that is more advanced. He is ready to attack again...he must have known the odds..why does he continue to fight? Any smart person would have given up at the beginning but this man...this man....his agenda had to be fulfilled. I did not have to wait long because he bounced back into shape quickly throwing the metal objects to his hearts content.
I am exhausted...I am tired...I did not come here for this. I only came to deliver a harmless message to a rigid vampire who decided to spill information to the Thorn Covenant about commiting suicide. The covenant needed him and the only way to keep him was to reveal a secret that has been kept hidden for years. I doubt he will ever hear it.
I surrounded myself in a silver barrier blocking his onslaught..when they hit...the little pong noises had an inviting feeling to them. Embarrassing as that sounds I needed to focus before he hit my body again. Then I'll really be mad. Who knew the forcefield would create such bounce that the daggers ricocheted to many directions throughout the bar and even.....hitting the stranger. I have never seen anyone's eyes bulge like I did just now, the daggers plunged into his body appeared as a masterpiece to me. If I were to paint about the theme of death he would be the art. During the years of seeing painters make an honest living about death and living they would have spent top dollar to get a whiff of the sensation in front of me.
What is wrong with me?
I didn't want to kill him this quick but as I said earlier he really wanted me dead and would've stopped at nothing to accomplish the goal.
"Your murderous self is showing Ishta, as expected. Cough how dare you kill a man who only wanted to feed his family and not eat the bark off of trees? HOW COULD YOU?"
Was...was he for real? Did he come from coo coo land or something because if my calculations are accurate-he shot first. If he could kill me(which he can't) I wonder how he would feel then? And then he had the nerve to use my real name-no one and I mean no one uses my real name.
"Would it be any different if you murdered me hmm? Shot me down like a deer in the woods? I am human just like you."
"No..cough cough you are a monster. Everything about you is wrong. And you have only proven everyone right by killing me."
Again there is no surprise I am still being talked about among the Kings of the night. Pitiful men who sit around a square table discussing how to eliminate me brings joy to my bones-because not only do they Desire my power they also are taking a fancy to my position and what is to happen soon. I will be the first Queen of the night in all of London and anywhere the creatures flock. Being crowned Queen overrules the Kings and they will not stop until I am dead. I actually loved fighting for my position because I can change the way the system is run. Never let men take over something so precious because fighting is always the answer to them.
He began to sob, "How could...you?"
Is it wrong of me to have felt nothing when he inhaled his last breath? Is it so impossible to feel others pain like I used to? The problem lies within all the years on this terrible earth..watching people die..seeing their future disperse right in front of my eyes...and...I should feel sorry for them...right? Heh, well I used to. But that is another story.
Right now I have to see where the other guy ran off to.
I gazed at the guy in front of me one more time before walking outside where I could sense danger. I just hope I am not too late to save Gunter and the others.
PART 2
If I had a nightmare about death and vengeance; this exactly where I am standing...blood and gore soaking the once wet grass...the dead unmoving bodies hugging the ground like they belonged. This in front of me....is a nightmare. (Cue the music)
Dun dun duuunnnn
These poor creatures did not deserve such madness..they were only trying to live their lives resourcefully. But why....why do innocent people die because of me? If you come for me then come ONLY for me, there is no use in shedding unwanted blood.
The second man is nothing but a lowlife and who needed someone to bring him so much pain that he would wish for death.
A wave of energy burst through my chest sending me a few inches back in the gory grass; shocking me into a stupor; gasping for air it seemed like our friend here is working with some mighty fine powers. Hahaha how riveting. With that amount of energy he could not be human; only if he played with black magic. It is possible except highly unlikely in this case since I cannot distinguish any dark matter in his spirit ..only evil.
I stand straight having my composure not altered one bit from his little blast of power. Anything designed or constructed by man as a weapon never staggered me even if you use strength-i shall not falter. Of course I felt pain-i am not a Goddess but I did have an inevitable amount of pain tolerance that kept me up.
I noticed a shift in him and suddenly recognized his spirit color. He is a stage 3 Warlock on an underlying pursuit to crush me for his highness King Minos from the Warlock Palace. Minos is a traitor to all mankind and creature alike: despising everything including his wife and children. He is so stuck on trying to overtake the world that he sent a stage 3; not a stage 10; but a stage 3 Warlock to fight his battle for him. I will admit his strength because a normal human would not have been able to take that storm; exploding into a million pieces.
Coward
"I'm guessing Ritchie is dead?" Must have been talking about the egghead inside?
"You're not very smart, thinking I would leave the likes of him alive. Should I leave you alive after what you've done?" He scanned around with a smirk on his mouth admiring his handiwork.
Coward
"Glorious isn't it? The old fool didn't know what hit him. Who does he think he is running a safehouse here? You were all jinxed thinking the haven is a safe place but Ritchie and I switched our colors to fool others into thinking we were good. And it worked."
Coward
He is right..there was a small disturbance in the air when I entered but it didn't seem life threatening until they struck. I should have taken a closer look and apprehended these monsters but my will....my will to save...is slowly decreasing by the day. I'm losing my humanity.....
"You killed for nothing." I said
"Correction milady, I ruined these carefree souls to collect. Ritchie was the hunter and I am the collector. And you my dear, after I am done watching the light leave your beautiful eyes your soul will make an extravagant prize."
No need for specifics on his title; he is just sick and twisted for accumulating dead bodies and souls.
I shook my head
"Oh so you don't like my obsession of carcasses? Humph, I just love that word it cracks me up everytime. Carcasses...carcasses...car-casses...mmm rolls off the tongue just nicely doesn't it?"
"You're very chatty for a murderer; I am surprised you aren't dead yet."
"You will be my dove...very soon."
Is he upset? I mean I am telling the truth about him being a chatterbox...like I could have sat down and ordered tea and crumpets and he would still be talking about his obsessions. I guess when you reveal an annoying point about someone they get highly offended.
Getting ready to strike me again he tried to move by swiping his power at me (imagine chopping the air but a ray of red vibrancy is being released from his hands)
Before he could I teleported to him palming his chin hard; driving his head so far back that I thought I broke his neck. Everything seemed to move in slow motion like an awesome camera effect with sounds coming from each hit. Almost like a video game. While his neck bent backward; blood gushing from his mouth; I took the liberty of elbowing him in the chest knocking the wind from his weak body. I may have broken his sternum but that is not the worst thing I could do to him. Mr. Warlock howled in pain rolling in the grass towards a dead patron. He clutched his chest; cursing me under his breath for hurting him so badly. But he was not giving up that easily.
Coward....he is a coward
He threw an energy bolt at my head, which I dodged by a slight lean to the left. I heard the bolt connect to Gunter's rundown home; destroying it. I guess it didn't take much to bring it down to the ground...his establishment will be remembered for providing to the lost supernatural...may they rest in peace.
I awakened some of my ability; vibrating to my soul; raising the hair on my head to float in the air peacefully swaying back and forth while my body glowed a delicate silver. Many others who have seen this side of me claims I remind them of a shimmering star-they have never seen anything like it- the word I would use is starstruck.
My power began to burn me up inside; the energy; I could feel it controlling me; sending me to a lit space of nothingness. There is only me and the Warlock..and no one will stand in my way of the removal of his existence.
I cast energy to my left hand but only a small bit to get the job done-i didn't know my power wanted to consume me entirely..feeling her rising I felt overjoyed by the immense power I have conjured unwillingly; crawling to the surface to release terror...the coward needed to die.
I balled my fist and raised my arm in full force getting enough momentum to land an accurate blow. Screaming at the top of my lungs I vigorously punched through his body causing a massive explosion; creating a crater underneath me so big a pond of water is all there is left. His body....obliterated....gone...never to form again. Inhale....exhale
How did I let myself get out of control? Just a small bit I thought..only a small bit to possibly knock him unconscious..not into where his remains could not be found. Been a long time since I felt such a daring rush in a fight with a Warlock...but the last warlock didn't kill about 30 people and boast about it. This is all too bad to be true..looking at my hands they began to shake uncontrollably.
I'm a murderer....everyone is right...I should be hunted down like a dog and scotched...every moment of my life I will relive this and never feel good about it. I collapsed in the water under me and yelled at the skies.
What have I done? Was he supposed to die?
My mind and heart are neutral about the subject because of his title- but it didn't mean he deserved to die.
"Silver?"
What is going on with me?
What is happening?
None of this should be happening.....again.
I closed my hands around my face shaking my head from side to side..whimpering..begging...pleading..wishing...praying for this to end.
"Lady Silver..answer me." Someone shouted from above my head.
Gasp I can't breathe..gasp..I'm losing air...I need my tea. I was suffocating..my mouth trying to gather air from the atmosphere didn't work. I need my tea
That's it, my tea will leave my precious power dormant for awhile. I may rely on this medicinal tea alot but the world is better when my mind is sane.
I know why I am like this; trying to keep this power to myself; enrapturing my blood just so no one with enough balls could drain me. Do not think that they have not tried it. As soon as my blood leaves my body it evaporates into the air. Imagine the dumbfounded faces of scientists who want to play God and create something better than me. If I could capture just how speechless they would look everytime my blood spilled and disappeared I would have an incredible portfolio.
So now...my own vitality..my birth brawn is taking over. I have lived for so long and have suppressed my eloquence until now.....she wants to be released.
I will just have Bastian-
Splash
Splash
A huge mound of water hit my face from both directions knocking me back to the present time. My closest friends knelt down one in front and one behind me...comforting me...showering me with compassion so strong I am brought to tears. They knew..they have always known of my struggle to control myself against evil. It wasn't necessarily me the whole time; even a spark of
evil could awaken my power. They knew how it affected me after every battle..and they still took care of me.
"Silver, are you okay?" Daun whispered behind me; kissing my right ear and burying his face into my back. Daun is a man of honor-sworn to protect in oath that nothing should happen to me. And for 100 years that promise not once has been broken. My major role in life is being a powerful medium, a fortune teller, a psychic...as a medium certain feelings and thoughts were laid out on the forefront for me without even trying to read their minds. Daun, a Japanese samurai protege even felt love....for me. I saw it all..the future he wanted for us..his explicit thoughts...everything. Samurai's are destined to not feel emotion but Daun broke the law and fell for me and would even die for me. I feel the love in every look or touch and when he talks to me in such a calm demeanor it sounds loving.
"Here is your tea milady, I made a fresh batch this morning." And Bastian...my caretaker and butler by his choice is a good friend indeed. Once a ravaging blood thirsty werewolf..now a calm and humble werewolf. He has served me for a little over 200 years for the sake of refuge and his unbreakable vow to protect and serve. Most times I can never get the day started without Bastian-mornings are groggy but Bastian would snap the curtains back releasing the sun directly onto my face. Or he would serve me breakfast in bed...or...here is a good one...throw me off my balcony into the pool from my 15 story high home.
I have great friends no worries.
"Thank you Bastian." I drank it all in one gulp; wincing at the bitterness. I could feel her waning down and my body drain of energy. I began to feel like my old self again and I remembered I needed to find Gunter.
"Thank you guys for coming...I almost destroyed this land. Some Warlock and human crashed the party and I need to find the owner."
"We will help you." Daun told me and we started our search.
I teleported to the now crusty red grass where the fallen men and women were located but I didn't see him anywhere. I searched frantically for the old vampire because if he is dead, then my trip would have been pointless. He was not in the midst of the other group of dead bodies and I could not pick up his aura anywhere. It was like he disappeared off the face of the earth. I heard movement and groaning across the way of where the safe house was located so I decided to shift there.
When I did find him...he was impaled to a nearby barn. The amount of blood flowing down his body could cause a nun to drop on her knees to pray. It is heartbreaking to say the least-he needed to know-
Grunting came from him followed by a gurgling sound of pain...a cough and a wheeze later Gunter raised his head to gaze at me.
"Cough cough cough, I knew you would make it out alive. There is nothing that can kill you medium." He said in a raspy voice. "Those men were after me cough cough they....t-they wanted to know where my family is. I didn't tell them, the Slokav family will remain hidden. Breathes in- do not let them find my family." "Do not let them capture my family like they did my little girl Olivia, please." He begged.
"Gunter, I came to deliver a message. The message is...."
He waited patiently...I don't think he is dying just yet. But...he is bleeding quite profusely so I hope this gives him the spark of never giving up.
"I found...your daughter."