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12. A Deal

Guy

Year: 1983

I had been dancing with her and now it was time to make my finishing move. I had twisted her up, snatched what she had left from her and now it was time for me to close in. I would be her hope where no hope remained; she would lean on me, trust me and give me everything that I wanted.

I crushed out my cigarette, got up from my chair and knelt in front of her like we were equal, as if I gave a s**t. I knew how to play this game. Slowly I lifted my hand and brushed my fingers across her icy cheek, teasing, tantalising, working her to a frenzy. Steady I told myself. I was walking a dangerous line, too far and she would snap, the blood lust would consume her, too little and my manipulation would not have the impact required. With great care I placed my wrist against her ear watching the changes in her face. Her eyes burned with desire, the green of her iris’s bright and shining, lips already stained with blood, plump and red were slightly parted. I closed the space between us a fraction more. Pushing down my revolution at being so close I softened my eyes and smiled.

“Sally-Anne,” I breathed her name. “You want to help me don’t you?” I felt her nod slightly. “You want to help me kill the Vampires?” She balked at my words.

“Ssh, ssh Sally-Anne” I soothed, “You want to die remember?” I spoke gently but she still backed away ever so slightly. I changed tack. I moved forward, a dangerous move, to whisper in her ear.

“What do you want right now Sally-Anne? What do you want more than anything else? Is it blood? Is it my blood Sally-Anne?” I whispered softly, sensually, repeating her name to keep her present. “You know that’s disgusting don’t you? You are disgusting. You killed your parents, ripped their soft tender throats out. That’s why you locked yourself up. You know you’re a monster, they are all monsters.” Quiet vehemence laced each word. I looked into her eyes, much to my satisfaction her face was twisted into the dry eyed Vamp crying, damn I was good.

“They kill people, Sally-Anne.” I continued “You kill people, Sally-Anne. You want to kill me right now don’t you?” She trembled beneath my hand. “But you can help me stop them, Sally-Anne. You want to be good don’t you? You want to save people, stop other young girls becoming like you, a disgusting, pathetic, murderous, blood-thirsty monster, don’t you Sally-Anne?”

She nodded. I pushed.

“Say it Sally-Anne. Say you’re disgusting.” I glared at her, loathing underlining each word. “SAY IT!”

“I am disgusting.” Her voice a broken whisper. Excitement stirred in me, this is how I like them, broken crumbling before me. I felt powerful.

“Say you’re a monster.”

“I’m a monster.” She repeated lifelessly.

I grabbed her chin roughly, holding her face in front of mine.

“Say you deserve to die.” I breathed over her face, her eyes were dull, she was putty in my hands.

“I deserve to die.” She whispered, resigned but sincere.

My c**k twitched, f**k, the thought of killing her was turning me on. I stood up, walking away to give myself space. She was so weak I could dominate her easily, she would welcome it. Welcome me pinning her small frame against the concrete as I slowly pushed a stake through her heart. I could almost hear her screaming, eyes vivid with the agony of it all. I shook my head pushing the thought away. Later, I promised myself.

“Do we have a deal, Sally-Anne? Will you give me your inheritance so that I can continue the work of your Father and his Father before him, so that other families don’t have to suffer this anguish? To stop people, people like your precious innocent Mother, being murdered.” I looked down on her. “Once you give me the vault, I will put you out of your misery. I promise.” f*****g b***h didn’t know what she had coming to her.

“You can have it, just take it.” She uttered quietly.

“Good girl, you’re making the right choice Sally-Anne.” I assured her. I rubbed my hands together gleefully as I walked to the door. This was the mother f*****g jackpot. I couldn’t even guess at what would be in the Brice vault but with all those generations of Hunters my gut said big bucks were coming my way.

I opened the metal door, a solid 2 inches of steel, took a bucket and began dropping some things into it off of the shelves. My Grandfather, Shane Murphy, had built the containment unit at the back of his land; from the outside it looked like a large wooden barn but inside there was enough space at one end to bring in a pickup truck and at the other a reinforced single story concrete building. The first door, also solid steel, opened into a reasonably sized storage room with shelves, a safe, weapons locker, electrical outlets and sluice sink with hot and cold water. It hadn’t changed much since it was built; I had put in a fridge and installed the water heater. The second door opened into the holding chamber, no windows, mooring rings sunk into the concrete for running restraints and a fancy little retraction mechanism for troublesome ‘guests’.

I took a second bucket and filled it with hot water before carrying them both back in.

“Right, let’s get you cleaned up.” She was sat on the floor unmoved from where I had left her.

“Why?” She questioned.

“For one I’m not sitting in a car for two days with you filthy and reeking and second you’re not fit to be seen by the general public.”

“Why do we have to go anywhere? Why can’t you kill me here?” She spoke like she was in a trance.

“Need you to give me the vault.” I said plugging in hair clippers next to the lamp.

“I said you could have it.” Her voice empty as she spoke.

“Not how it works Sally-Anne, we actually have to go there so you can hand it over; it can only be opened by you.” I pulled the chair out from the wall and under the light of the lamp. “Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.” I said smoothly.

“Two days?” She was looking at me sadly, the words hung in the air waiting for an answer. I could feel the question behind the question. I walked over and started undoing the restraints.

“You’ve been really brave, Sally-Anne, just be brave a little longer.” I soothed, rubbing her unchained wrists gently. “Just think about all the people you’re going to help.”

“Two days?” She repeated, God this f*****g b***h, the sooner I could get out there and get my hands on that vault the quicker I could get rid of her. Middle of f*****g summer and the nights were short, if I went in the day I could just about make it all the way on a single day with a couple of breaks, I considered driving there with her in the trunk but that wouldn’t really gain me anything because it was already late might as well leave tonight and take a brake during the daylight hours.

“Where am I?” She seemed very mildly interested but I was relieved at the topic, I had thought she was going to give me grief over having to suffer through another measly two days of her pathetic existence. It seemed that she had accepted the price for ‘helping people’, honestly she swallowed it down pretty easy. Stupid b***h. I suppose she was helping someone, ME, I grinned to myself. Goddamn I was going to be rolling in it.

“Jackson, Tennessee” I replied, helping her over to the chair. “Almost 800 miles from your home sweet home.”

“Oh.” Sally-Anne mouthed inaudibly.

I stood in front of her, clippers in hand. There was no f*****g way I was teasing out that rats nest of hair, it was coming off, all of it. I wouldn’t have bothered if the Brice property was close but on the off chance that we had to interact with anyone I couldn’t have her looking like this. Raised too many questions.

“Sally-Anne, this is going to be pretty loud.” I warned her. I didn’t need her doing some Vamp s**t in a panic like flash stepping across the room, although I was pretty sure she didn’t have a Goddamn clue about what she could do. Total f*****g newbie. I started up the clippers and with a very leisurely pace dug them right down to her scalp.