The Day I Died: Fireball and Revenge

Two years.

Two years since I was bitten.

Two years since I decided to use my disease to get back at the one who gave it to me.

Two years of training with a hybrid vampire hunter.

Two years since I had seen the creature that left me to die on a soiled bed in a filthy motel room.

Two years can really change a person.

But it was all about to pay off, I’d found him. One of my contacts told me about a vampire bar he’d been seen at every night that week.

Club Fetish.

Just like the name suggested, the place specialized in tending to its blood sucking clientele’s every want and need. Easier then picking up junkies off the street, cleaner too. No wonder he went there, probably no shortage of girls he could make wear that goddamn dress.

I shot up Serum before going in. The first time, I’d been writhing in pain for hours now it only tingled. My thirst was getting worse, I needed to shoot up every few hours now. I never told Blade about it, hell, I hadn’t seen him for months. I’d been busy tracking Reinhardt all over the globe, only checking in when I needed more Serum.

I stepped up to the door, my talented eyes making out the glyph over the threshold. I descended the stairs, club music already pumping in my ears. I knocked on the door at the bottom of the stairs and a metal grate slid back revealing a pair of pale eyes.

“Password?” the voice purred.

“Auto erotic asphyxiation” I deadpanned. There was a new password every night and if that wasn’t cliché enough it was always a weird and dangerous fetish. The door opened onto a cesspool of bodies writhing on the dancefloor. There was thick smell of blood and my throat twinged.

I made my way over to the bar, taking a seat in one of the stools. The bar tender was a twig in stilettos and an ash blonde wig. My informant Rebecca, a former vampire who was now posing as a familiar. I’d saved her life and she owned me a couple favors.

Our eyes met and she came over to me, with a ruby red smile, “Welcome to Club Fetish”

“Fireball on the rocks” I said. She poured me the drink, leaning in close, “The Pleasure Rooms are in the back. Rm 508, end of the hall”

I winked at her, downing my drink, I savored a burn that for once wasn’t bloodlust. I wove through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, making my way to the curtain in the back of the club. Pushing it aside was like stepping into another world, the hall beyond as liked one out of a fancy hotel.

The doors were thick so even my sensitive ears couldn’t hear what was going on inside. It seemed like forever before I made it to 508. My head was buzzing and my fangs itched, I was so eager I could come.

I kicked down the door, but apparently I was too late.

The girl was hand-cuffed to the bed, spread eagle, her white dress torn apart. Her lovely green eyes were frozen open in fear, her blood soaking into the mattress.

“…I don’t recall inviting anyone…”

That voice made my blood run cold, a strange feeling I’d never had before tightened in my gut. He was leaning against the wall, his face still wet with this girl’s blood, he nonchalantly lit a cigarette. The smug bastard hadn’t even bothered to zip back up.

“Not for nothing but you missed the party”

“Better make sure this one’s dead, wouldn’t want any…accidents…” I bit out.

“Well that’s specific”

“You don’t remember me do you?”

“Should I? You some girl I humped and dumped?”

“You could say that” I shrugged slipping off my bomber jacket, revealing just how strapped I was.

Reinhardt whistled, “Now that’s some hardware…”

“You not even gonna guess, baby?” I purred. “Czechoslovakia, an American girl you offer food and shelter in return for a wild night in a white dress”

His ice blue eyes widened in shock, my opening. I whipped out my gun, pulling the trigger.