7.
Special Agent
I dropped off
Morales when she declined my offer to see the dead body of Tom Burke. She was
pre-occupied on the drive back but so was myself. I had then my subject dead in
some alley, and my case blown open. I found Davis there, with the whole network
who had caught the scent.
"Get them
back another fifty yards." I told Davis while I made my way there. I
looked at the body and cursed out. I looked to the Forensics team. I asked for
an update.
"Its the same
MO but its Burke this time." The reply was plain and simple. My portable
rang. It was DC. I was into a session of bad statements which would be placed
in my file. After the one hour call, I threw the portable away. I drove back to
the office. I saw the Hotel number where Henris was staying. I picked up the
handle.
"Hello?"
The Receptionist was on the line.
I placed it down
and checked for Lichfield number. It was then Davis walked in. He had a gun in
his right hand. He stood at the doorway.
"Agent Starling.
I screwed up. Its because of me, Burke died. Its because of me, you are going
to be pushed to a desk job. I would probably be shelved as junior agent."
I seen that look before. He continued. "Its not fair. What about my
previous successes. Does it not count?"
"No, it does
not. In reality, you need only one screw up and that would sealed it up."
I got up but he motioned me to sit back. I continued on.
"They all
screwed up and ended up in our prison. We screwed up and ..... Well, we end up
in a desk job. It ain't too bad. When I lost Hannibal, I got six months. They
can't keep us down for long......" I tried to ease off the pressure.
"They just
sent me an email. I would be leaving for Chicago tomorrow." Davis looked
at his gun. "I am left handed. I was cleaning my gun."
Davis then walked
away. I felt like a fool then. I been too tense inside me that I mis-read the
expressions and signs. I should not had been too cautious. I ought to let go.
I took the
solitary drive back to the apartment. I took another shower and then checked my
messages on the phone. I had ignored them since the call. I found them
irritating, but not that message I had received an hour ago.
"I am in
front of the Lichfield Estate. I am going in now. You know why."
Detective
I stripped off my
clothes for my transformation. I would not be Morales anymore. I would be the
Ancient one, the Prime that lead the tribes. With my alter ego, the fence
around the estate was easy. I was not concerned on the sound I made, I was only
concerned there was not many of them for me to kill. The first to come was the
dogs; five of them but they lasted only seconds. My claws made short work of
them, with one running back with the innards hanging out.
They allowed me to
reach the mansion. It was big; bigger than I could ever imagined. I caught
their scent; nine of them. One of them had to be the leader. The first come at
me from the moment I opened the front doors. It was a female blood sucker. She
barged into me and we went crashing to the rear. I picked myself up and faced
her. The blood sucker was dressed in a night dress that reached below her knees
but it was her look that made me growl. She had on the mask that was reserved
for fancy costume parties. The blood sucker leapt in but I was ready. I gave
her a upper blow with my left hand claw that took her lower jaw from her face
while my right hand claws went into her heart. I tossed the blood sucker to the
side. She won't be waking up for the next sucking feast.
I took my second
entry and that time I was confronted by the twin that time, an identical twin
in identical dark suits and dark shades. I continued with my approach which the
twins took offend. They charged at me with their arms spread out but I charged
back. I leapt with the arms extended and then did a side body with my lower
limbs lashing out. We have claws in our toes which with the force of our kick
was as deadly as our upper limbs. I kicked my right lower limbs into the right
twin in the face while my upper limbs grabbed the other in the face. With my
upper claws on the face, I twisted the face to the rear and pulled it with me.
The other one fell on his side clutching the left cheek. I had given him a new
facial look. I dropped to the ground holding onto the other head while the body
was writhing on the floor. The other twin did not stopped when it landed, it
rushed me. I was pushed to the rear by the blood sucker, but I had my upper
claws to blocked the charge. When we collided, I pushed my claws to his chest.
Those claws of mine thrust itself up to his chin and jabbed in deep. I broke
through the lower jaw and pushed out through fangs of the blood sucker.
I pushed myself up
and pulled at my muscles. It felt stiff then.
I growled out for
the others.
They stepped out;
all six of them, but Erich Lichfield was missing.
"Where is
your Lord?" I growled out.
"Our Lord is
away." One of them stepped forth. "I am Claude. You may fight
me."
They never gave me
a chance to reply, when the six of them rushing at me. It was like battling a
pack of mad dogs, with their fangs drawn out. I felt their bites just as they
felt my claws sink into their flesh. I tore at the jaws and hearts with rage
and used my lower limbs to kick at them. I leapt around to avoid them but their
flight skills made it difficult for me. Then I heard the howls and the blood
suckers had retreated back. I stood there with my body covered with bite marks
and cuts, but the blood sucker fared no better. They were down to three of
their numbers while one laid there on the floor holding the open wound on the
torso.
"The Hantok
Tribe does not abandon their Prime." I looked to my left and saw two of my
own members including Ben Lake. They had me followed to protect me but they
lost me when I was with the agent.
"So does the Lichfield
family." The voice came from above at the upper railing.
I looked up and
saw my desired prey; the Lord of the Estate. He was dressed in his short
bedroom robe over his night wear. He hovered over the railing and then descend
down to the floor. He did not stopped there but leapt up towards me. I lashed
out with my right hand claws which I came to contact with the silver steel
vest. It protect his chest from my claws. Instead he slash his claws onto my
muzzle causing me to fall on the side. I got up with the scent of blood on my
jaws. My blood and not his.
I am the Prime. I
would not be so easily defeated.
I charged at him
and thrust my claws to his arms; buried my claws in the forearms, I raised him
up and tossed him to the wall. He hit it hard but he recovered just as quick.
He got up and charged at me, but this time he went for my chest with his body
slam to pressed on his hands grabbing at my neck and jaw. He bend the neck back
to expose the jugular veins, but I I had my right claws into his groin. I hit
him hard and deep, past his pelvis bone and into his intestine.
"Hora de
perder sus bolas ( In Spanish; time to lose your balls. )" I howled out in
my vocals close to the voice of Man. I clasped my fingers back and pulled it
all out. He screamed and tried to hover away but I had my left claw holding his
flight at the lower thighs. I pulled him down and sank my fangs into his left
shoulder. I took a large chunk of his vest off before spitting it out.
"Se pierde,
culo ( In Spanish, you lose, arsehole )" I took the fatal bite into his
chin, crushing his jaws and fangs. Then I pushed him off me. He crawled on his
back holding his groin. He would had made wise remarks but he could not talk
with a dangling lower jaw. I raised up my right lower limbs and stepped onto
his right knee; crushing it and then leaned down to looked at his face.
"My
turf." I growled to him. The blow that came to my neck was hard and
painful. I pulled at it and noted the tranquilizer. It was acting fast.
Killer
I was not back for
an hour before I was summoned to the Library. I walked in there and went
straight to the bar. I poured myself a soda and then seated myself on the
nearest chair. He was standing by the window drapes looking outside.
"I wondered
what was it like to be on the road like you, Sister." My brother was
leaving his trail of sarcasm on me. I knew he hated me for the traveling I do
during spring and summer; me and my guitar since I was thirteen. I never told
him, I did it after I was raped by a friend who had drugged me. When I woke up
next to him on the bed, I was furious and did what came naturally. Since then,
I had been taking the two seasons to go out and enjoyed myself without two
guards shadowing me. It was my arrangement with father; I told him I needed the
space to mold myself for the empire. He understood and gave me his blessing.
"How many did
you ...take on this season?" To him, the summer was like the hunting
season; he scour for fresh victims among the tourists and young college
students. He held no preference; he was open to all regardless of creed or
gender.
"Seven,
including one old trucker. They all been taken care of; meshed up with other
meats or get eaten by the hogs. The town I was in had some large farms of hogs.
The last one I grounded with the soil. He had too much fats." I finished
off my soda. I got up and poured myself a second glass.
"One of them
was our cousin. He was to find you after father's death." He was getting
into one of his moods.
"Yeah, I did
him too. He was getting onto me that he loved me. I knew we fucked before but
that does mean I loved him. I had him thrown to the hogs. His blood would
coursed in the young litter." I picked up my half full glass. I wondered
if its half full or half empty. Like the cousin, we had to decide on the
correct term.
"I wanted you
back for the funeral." He was nice to remind me. I chose to remind him the
family motto.
"Erich, the
family does not mourn the dead. Its the living we mourned for they would need
to die." I decided to filled up my glass. "I would be in my room if
anyone need me. I am tired."
"I am
expecting guests anytime soon. Perhaps you like to know them. Their files are
on the tables." He motioned to the desk. I walked over and picked up the
folders.
"I would read
them later." Well, I lied. I started reading them when I was in the room.
They were on the new threats to the family. I was particularly keen on one
folder; Henri Letas. I think I would invite him over for dinner. A romantic one
with candles. I loved to fuck with the candles.
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