This will be deleted soon - The Wrong Hope *Complete and Free*

7. Damn

Year: 1983

Fuck. f**k. f**k. The little b***h was impressive. Seriously almost 3 bottles down and she had hung on and on. I wondered if she would have even noticed what was happening till the last second if I hadn’t pointed it out. AND THEN in the eleventh hour she tells me she’s a Brice. A Brice for fucksake! What the f**k is up with this girl. Damn! I took my Goddamn eye off of the ball, I should have asked her more questions. Come on how dumb can I get, she looked about the right age, total Vamp newbie, clearly she was this Ricky’s puppet – who ever the hell he is and was totally clueless about it. Damn and how did she even end up locked in that f*****g dungeon if she killed them? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Like seriously how dumb could I be? Christ I must be losing my touch; too eager to watch her die I suppose.

Confessions weren’t uncommon when Vamps got desperate, lies, echoes of their long dead humanity, it was never real, scum bags were just trying to save their own asses. She hadn’t begged though, no cries of ‘please’, no ‘I’ll be good I promise I won’t hurt anyone’, she wanted it.

Damn was I going soft? Am I actually considering just letting her die? s**t if I missed out on this score I was going to be pissed. I grabbed the bottle with the blue lid from the bucket, she was still twitching so I had a chance. Without hesitation I flipped her over, ripped off the cap and rammed the bottle as far down her throat as it would go. Pinching Sally-Anne’s nose shut I squeezed the plastic, forcing the blood into her body. Damn I hoped it was enough. Little Miss Brice here apparently had quite a high tolerance to the poison but with a pinch of luck it wouldn’t be the same story with the antidote.

And now to wait, great what an absolute crock of s**t. Years since I'd hooked anything half decent. I rubbed my hands over my face feeling the stubble scratch against my palms. God I needed this. I nudged her with my boot but she didn’t move, no surprise really, IF she made it she was going to need a beat. I took a pew and snatched my beer back off the table.

I wouldn’t call myself a patient man, sure I knew how to play the game but the long game wasn’t really my style. I liked a quick score, in, out, no drama keep it simple. I took a long look at this Miss Sally-Anne. The Brice farm was about 2 days drive away. A lot of Hunters had been out to the farms and sure as hell they were all keeping a look out for Miss Brice here. I knew a few of the Hunters that had been out there, they had come up blank but I had a different nose for this sort of thing and after one particularly titillating conversation at some shithole of a bar I'd decided to check it out.

The house had been sat rotting since the early 1950’s, I'd given it a quick look see but intuition told me I wasn’t going to find anything there. Doors were hanging off, windows smashed, furniture splintered and tossed around the room and graffiti covered everything, bad graffiti, drippy illegible tags were splattered up the walls. I checked all the out-buildings too, didn’t have high hopes for them either but bases had to be covered. Then it was time for my gut, trusty intuition.

I let it lead me to a back field. Secluded, didn’t back on to any of the surrounding farms but accessible, a dirt track from both the highway and the main house. I spent all day pacing that f*****g field in the blistering heat, damn near got a case of sun stroke. Pretty much I'd decided to give up, as I said I’m not a patient man, so there I am doing the last line on my way back to the car and BAM! Jackpot. Found a trap door. Was definitely not so impressed when inside there were just a few empty holding cells and one mummified Vamp but hey - beggars can’t be choosers. Put some real effort in too.

They ain’t too robust once they get that way so I went back to the car and pulled it right up to the door. Spent the next few hours waiting for the sun to go down before I got to work. First you gotta start hydrating them but you don’t want to do it too fast or they’re going to wake up right there and then. Fight or flight will kick in and you’ll have some real trouble on your hands. Trick of the trade I always carry a cooler stacked with ice and some Vamp treats. I flipped it open knowing it would be a sort of ice soup by now. Two bottles of blood, one red cap, one blue cap and a polystyrene box were half floating in the cooler. I snatched up the polystyrene hoping the extra insulation had kept cubes of blood frozen, bingo! I grabbed the tool kit and first aid box and headed to the occupied cell.

First I rubbed the blood cube across the lips and under the nose; Vamp was in a dress so I guessed it was a female. Hard to tell when they are like this, skin goes all grey and sucked into the bone. Slowly the lips parted and I jammed in a few cubes. Ugly bastards when they were like this but it didn’t take much to get them going again, tiniest drop and they started perking up. This b***h was taking her sweet time. Keeping a bit of distance I blew some of my hot breath between her parted lips melting the cubes just the tiniest bit. A quick flash of the torch revealed she was starting to pink up; perfect.

Now I made a start on releasing the restraints. The f*****g mechanism had seized. Some oil and a few solid whacks with the hammer it moved sufficiently that I could pry the cuffs open a fraction, just enough to slip the hands and feet out. It was important to moisten up your Vamp mummy before starting to grab at ‘em or you risked smashing them to bits, zero pliability when they were like that, and don’t get me started on putting one back together; way, way too much hassle.

I took a long thick needle out the first aid kit and filled it with a big dose of sedative. Damn I hated this part, so f*****g gross. I didn’t bother knocking out the air pocket, after all it wasn’t going to kill her, before carefully peeling back the eyelids of one eye. Didn’t really matter which eye but I tended to go for the left, being right handed it just made it easier. With a grimace I looked into the dull cloudy eye and positioned the needle right over the pupil before pushing it in. It had to be pushed all the way back through the eyeball so it poked out the optic nerves. Ugh. When that was done I tossed her in the trunk and here we are.