10:00PM / Engstland, Awekia
Standing in the middle of a tight backstreet, the tall greaser stared through his backseat window. Glaring at the unconscious woman, who lied on the brink of death, Blaze held a dark brown bottle in his hand and a cig at his heated lips. Wind blowing through his slicked up pompadour, his loose locks of hair topped the head as it his eyes pierced at the body. Young and frail, the girl looked to be in her mid-twenties. A tourist of the country, she slept with a pair of fang marks on her. As he held her license, flickering between the pages, he waited for his second half. Inside on of the small houses that made up the shadowy alleyway, the woman was searching for information. As Blaze felt the chilling night’s fog curling up his spine, his black dog lied by his side. Listening to the howls that filled the night, the man stared at the dew covered metal of his muscle car.
Suddenly, an old door opened and released the pale woman onto the cobblestone street. “So, wah’d she say, ey?”, the man asked, in his Caribbean accent. Looking upon the pigtailed one, pierced by her eerily yellow eyes, she wagged her head in a disappointed manner. “…she doesn’t know…..it’s a vampire bite. But, not a normal…..whatever did this must have placed a spell over the girl…”, Harley muttered into the frosty night, as she hopped onto the heated hood of the running vehicle. “Wah should we do?...we can’ta tek che ti ah hospital…”, he stepped to the side of the car, as the running engine created a warming steam in the air of the conversation. Knowing that the Drawing a deep expression from his lady, the woman stared into the sky before answering. “…think we could go to the Jest?...they might know something…”, she softly wondered, as her body thawed out of the hot machine, as Blaze lowered his head. “Nah, if Madam Vu couldn’t help, I doubt the Jest would be much different…”, he stated with a bit of frustration, as he flipped through the wallet again, before halting at the sound of a passing patrol car. With blaring sirens, the quick appearance and disappearance of the lights drove a tingle down the pair’s back. “Com’on, we should getta out o’ har…”, he breathed before whistling for his dog to get back into the car. Though afterwards, he was halted by the sound of a car pulling into the back alley.
Black and small, the old police patrol car stopped behind Ed’s muscle car, blaring it lights ahead at the two figure. Clouding their eyes with blinding light, the car’s doors opened to the night and a tall man stepped out. Dressed in an officer’s uniform, the man stood in a frosted state. Walking up to the two youngsters, he was pale and sunken to the bone, with blackened eyes and wilted hair. Appearing to be ill, he positioned himself before the two and stared into their vehicle. “…can mi help tu, officer?”, the greaser asked, as he and Harley looked on in near disgust. Without answering, the thin-framed figure gazed at them with a face of blank darkness. Breathing heavy, his eyes were filled with blackness, as his mouth opened. He rushingly pounced at the two, as the leather covered lad pushed his lady out of the way. The bobby landed on Blaze’s front, immediately clawing at his chest and trying to bite him. Using great strength, the crow-nosed officer gripped at the greaser with intensity. However, flushed with empowering adrenaline, Ed shoved the being off of him, before quickly drawing his handgun.
A cannon-like revolver, it’s quarter-sized barrel stared into the horrid mug of the blue clothed bobby. Illuminating the dimly lit alley with a flashing flame of mystic fire, the blast filled the air with the smell of smoke and ash. Digging into the purplish patrolman, the thick bullet knocked the being to the floor, as blood gushed about. As the gunman recollected himself, he assisted Harley’s started recollection. “What the hell was that?”, as questioned, as he walked closer to it. Gripping his revolver, he looked down on the bloody body. “Mi don’t know…..but, his blood‘s black…”, he kneeled down to see the black substance that leaked from the creature, which quickly began to rot before them. Bringing a chilling sense of thought to them both, Harley wondered, “…¿Crees que tiene algo que ver con la chica?”. Noticing the glare from Blaze, she knew she was onto something. "Wi need ti get outta har, seen?", the rebelious lad observed the scene for any other officers, as Harley quickly roamed through the suit of the patrolman. "Let mi see Lo que el hombre tiene sobre él", she hurred from er lips, as she dug through hi pockets. Finding his wallet and a pack gum, she hopped up to her peppy feet. While her male counterpart continued eyeing the street, with no sign of backup, he looked to her, "alright che...let's getta on, ye kno...".
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