Blood Lust- Pt 5

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Blood Lust- Pt 5

By Tony DeLorger © 2011

The police crime tape flapped in the evening breeze as a lone detective still writing on his pad, stood next to the blood pool and gazed up to the balcony from which the victim fell. The deceased was a mess: a broken neck, back, ribs, one leg, collarbone, arm and both wrists, not to mention his multifractured skull. The detective thought about running through a plate-glass door and over a balcony; it didn’t make much sense.

Meanwhile the ambulance slowly made its way to the city morgue; Dave the driver was in no rush, his shift was to end in only half and hour.

‘Not a nice way to go,’ said Lawrence, the offsider, his mouth filled with a large bite of a ham and mustard baguette.

‘Yeah, it’s quick, but damn, the fall ‘d be a bummer; seeing it coming, that hard cement footpath.’

Dave put down his baguette and took a sip of a soda.

‘Gun ‘d be better. Bang, it’s done. You’d wanna make sure.’

In the back of the ambulance the body lay under a blood soaked sheet. Beneath that sheet some strange sounds began to emerge. First an unnerving creaking sound as bones slowly straightened and began to knit; the torn flesh making a squelching sound as the wounds came together, healing as if nothing had happened. The sheet suddenly became a flurry of movement as the twisted body of Jeremy Sands straightened. Muscles reattached under stretched skin, bones cracked and slipped into sockets until a foreboding silence once again returned to the back of the ambulance.

They turned off the main road and followed a driveway down underneath the building. The ambulance halted outside two large smoked glass doors.

‘Cool, ten minute to go. Perfect timing,’ said Dave as he got out of the driver’s seat.

Lawrence took a final sip of his soda and got out to help his colleague. They opened the back doors and pulled on the gurney. As it rolled out it unfolded and the roller legs locked into place. Lawrence turned the gurney while Dave secured the ambulance doors; they then took a side each and pushed it toward the back entrance.

A moment later Jeremy sat bolt upright, the sheet falling of his upper torso. The tow medics stopped dead in their tracks. Jeremy tilted his head at an odd angle and an almighty crack saw his bent neck back in place. ‘That’s better,’ he said, matter of fact.

The medics were motionless, their eyes wide, terrified but unable to move a muscle. Jeremy looked into their eyes, fixed so surely they could feel him inside their heads.

‘You didn’t see anything. There was no body, nothing there at all; just some blood on a sheet.’

Jeremy held their gaze for a moment and then got off the gurney and calmly walked away. Seconds later Dave and Lawrence became conscious and both began to push the gurney. As the morgue doors opened, they both realised the gurney was empty. They stopped.

‘Didn’t we have a body to deliver?’ asked Dave, confused.

‘Not that I remember,’ replied Lawrence, looking at the blood-soaked sheet.

‘Shit; get rid of this sheet, we have to clean up, it’s the end of shift.’

The night manager walked briskly out from the reception desk. ‘What have you got for us, boys?’ he asked, suddenly realising the gurney was bodiless. ‘Where’s the body?’

‘What body?’ asked Dave.

‘You rang me; the jumper!’

Lawrence shook his head. ‘There’s no body.’

The manager frowned with confusion. ‘So why are you wheeling the gurney in here?’

Dave looked down, having not a clue. After a moment of disbelief, the manager stormed off, mumbling. Dave and Lawrence stood there pensively looking at the gurney, not sure what just happened.

In the darkened streets Jeremy walked toward his apartment. The memory of what happened to him seemed like a dream, but having just awoken from death told him otherwise. He wanted to see Tara; she was the key to all his questions. But he had no idea where she lived and his mobile was back at the apartment. Maybe the police had gone by now, he thought and continued his way.

Tara lay in bed sobbing, having lost the man she loved, someone who could have made a difference to her dark life. It was still a few hours till dawn but feeding was the last thing on her mind. She relived seeing her love hurtle to his death, rejecting her in the most profound way, death over an eternal life of blood lust.

Hours into the morning Tara found sleep in her emotionally exhausted state. It was deep and silent, without thought or awareness; just the cold harsh reality of living death. In the background she found a vague consciousness, a bussing sound that was familiar but distant. Moments later she sat up, her mind confused. It was her mobile. No-one she knew would ever call her by day.

She rummaged through her bag next to the bed and found the phone. She tried to focus on the display. It flashed ‘Jeremy’. She hesitantly answered. ‘Hello?’

After a short silence he answered...’It’s me,’ he announced. ‘Not dead at all.’

Tara sat up, her heart thrashing around in her chest. ‘It’s really you. I thought I’d lost you,’ she said excitedly.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I just couldn’t. I was afraid you’d leave and I’d never see you again.’

‘I would have,’ he snapped.

‘Where are you? You can’t be in the light,’ she said worriedly.

‘I found that out. I suppose the burns will heal like before?’

‘They will, but you’ll be weak, you’ll need sustenance.’

‘You mean blood, don’t you?’ he asked, still revolted by the idea.

‘I’ll teach you everything. Don’t worry. Where are you?’

‘In the hall cupboard in my apartment.’

‘But the police will be there; it’s a crime scene.’

‘I wouldn’t worry too much, they’ve lost the body. That should keep them busy for awhile.’

‘Maybe. Can you lock the cupboard door from the inside?’

‘Already done it.’

‘Get some sleep and after sundown I’ll meet you in that coffee shop across the road. I’ll explain everything, show you everything. I’m just glad you’re alive.’

There was a pointed silence and then Jeremy answered. ‘All right,’ he said coldly and hung up.

Tara was a little confused but her happiness gave her hope everything would work out. Until the darkness once again invaded day, she would wait.

The next installment will follow shortly.

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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Mike.


Aka Professor M 5 years ago

When in doubt follow the established format here, Tony? I can see where this is headed and because you are, as you stated, just toying with it, I can see why! These static characters, are just that "Characters" and without serious input from you, they are generic and remain so.

You have the talent and the intelligence to make this so much more, but only if you are interested in doing so, my friend. The potential is there and we both recognize it.

For a first try and a fling, it is very good! The signs are there, but only if you want to, can it be Great! I know you have it in you , Tony. But only you must want to make it so!

Voted It up!

Regards Mike (Aka Professor M!) ;D


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Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Just have to wait and see QudsiaP1.


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

Hmm, love the fact that you decided to continue.

Though, it was a bit of a twist to see how over confident Jeremy was when he came back as a vampire.

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