OV: The Original Vampire (Book #1) (5 page)

“Where’s the foil?” She asked.

She lit the crystal and blew it out while watching the moon. Vinnie watched her, he seemed a little withdrawn. It bothered him occasionally that they relied on a substance to make them feel powerful. They kept climbing. There were bats fluttering overhead catching bugs and an owl could be heard with its deep bellow echoing through the valley.

They were walking a long straight path when they saw lights flicker through the trees. They stopped and the lights stopped flickering. They walked closer and faintly heard bass, like a stereo heard through a hotel room wall. There was a high pitch shriek over the music, then another. Josie rushed forward to get a better view. She saw a blue truck parked on a logging road. The dome light inside the cab was on. There were three heads moving inside. The one in the middle had messy long hair. It was a female lodged in-between two larger heads.

A shriek broke the silence again, as Josie could see the head of the long hair shake. Her head went back and hit the rear window of the cab. The men laughed. The driver had his window open and was flicking a cigarette. Then the arm went back in and another scream sounded. Josie ran up.

“Josie, no.”
Vinnie whispered too loud.

She knocked on the passenger window loudly. That’s when Vinnie decided to run up and open the driver’
s door. There was cigarette ash and fresh burns all over the thighs of the female, as the lady yelled: “Fucking help me!”

Her skirt was torn, her panties were pulled down, and black lines of mascara ran down her cheeks. The driver’s stomach was large and rubbed against the steering wheel. He couldn’t move very fast. There was a shotgun mounted to the rear window, as the skinny passenger reached for it. The lady’s legs were swinging wildly an
d hitting the dashboard. The driver’s fat belly hit the horn as he tried to suppress her.

Josie grabbed the skinny passenger’s head and pulled him out. She was yelling louder than the female victim. It was a tone and language Vinnie didn’t recognize. Josie seemed possessed. Her words were mashed together with such rage that Vinnie was slightly frightened.

Josie dropped her knee down onto the Adam’s apple of the skinny passenger and began clawing his face. The female passenger dropped out of the truck and ran. Vinnie grabbed the shotgun and held the fat man hostage, as Josie wailed: “I’ll fucking kill you!” as she broke a barrier in violence and wasn’t coming down from her rage.

“Josie!” Vinnie yelled from over the truck. The moonlight had set a macabre setting and lit the faces of the rednecks, like fat, lecherous demons. There were French fries all over the floor and the cab smelled like grease, beer, and cheap cologne.

Vinnie needed to stop Josie from clawing the guy’s face off, but he didn’t want to have the shotgun back in the wrong hands, so he smashed it on a rock. He then punched fat man in the temple and rushed over to Josie. She was still screaming, “Rot in Hell! Rot in Hell! Rot in Hell!” She was gone, lost in disassociation and in a flashback of Tom’s brutality. This was very personal to her. Her fingers showed it. They were full of bloody skin.

Vinnie rushed over and grabbed her from behind. She didn’t know it was Vinnie and fought frantically. He yelled in her ear, “Stop it! Stop it!” She wilted and fell backwards into his lap. They held each other while blood fountained from the skinny man’s face, as he lied on his back next to them.

Things calmed down. The branches in the distance were snapping from the woman lost. Vinnie and Josie could hear her crying. They sat cradled in each other on the gravel road. The moon added gray electricity, as nature carried on whether someone dies or not.

As Vinnie went to kiss Josie on the cheek and give a sigh of relief, he was overcome by a huge body tackling him. They rolled on the ground as Josie stood up. She kicked fat man in the side, but it was absorbed. It was like trying to kick a bear at the zoo, it was worthless.

Vinnie grappled with the torn flannel shirt on the chest of fat man until there was enough leverage to roll out from under him and stand along Josie. But, Josie didn’t need help. She lifted her leg up in a quick snap that folded fat man’s neck backwards. There was a “meat packing” sound, as Josie fabricated him. But, he was dense, stupid dense and took limitless abuse. He barreled towards her like a tank. She drop kicked him twice before he lunged and smashed her nose with his palm. The blood covered her eyes as the moon became red in her vision. The smell of anger & fear mingled in the air, like an echo of a car wreck. Vinnie finally ended the fiasco by summoning all the powers that may be and whirled into a tornado of fists. The fat man slowed and then lied on his stomach, as motionless as a dead slug.

The party was over. Skinny man was either dead or faking it so he wouldn’t have to take anymore abuse. As Vinnie and Josie walked past the truck to walk down the road, they saw chainsaws in the back of the truck and the sour smell of dead trees.

Josie and Vinnie walked back to the trail, but things had changed. It felt like defeat, and it was against the world. They were also coming down from Draksblood and were irritable.

“You could have stopped me.” Josie said.

“I did. You were hard to stop.” Vinnie said.

“It didn’t feel like it. Is that how you protect a lady?”

“Something happened to you.” Vinnie said.

“What?!”

“You seemed possessed. It frightened me.” He said.

“Go fuck yourself.” She barked.

They walked in silence, beaten, cut and bleeding. Their minds swirled with fantasies of attacking the other with vicious words, deceivably love-fueled words.

“This whole time we’ve been together you’ve been quiet and weird.” She said.

Vinnie paused for a moment. “You don’t know anything about me.” He said. It was a low blow Josie had to absorb.

“Maybe it would’ve been better if we never saw each other again.” She fired back.

They walked in silence longer this time until Vinnie looked over and saw blood on her shoulder.

“Josie, you’re bleeding.”

The anger had faded enough that she let him touch her. He looked at her cut, as his hands moved over her shoulders and started to rub them. She closed her eyes and tilter her head. Vinnie touched her blood, rubbed it between his fingers and looked at it. He had never seen blood in person, only his own that he had tasted. It was still warm and smelled earthy. He was captivated by its subtly complex qualities and had a yearning to be closer to it, almost to bathe in it.

He knelt down and kissed her neck softly and led a line of baby kisses all the way to the wound. He could see the inside of her skin, the warm red flesh with microscopic activity. Her scent tickled his groin. He kissed the wound as the blood dried to the corners of his mouth, like a child eating chocolate.

Vinnie immediately felt his world expand. Like Fasting for three days, he had revealing answers to his undying thirst for worldly knowledge, about himself and the limitations he placed on himself.

She exposed herself and lied down on her clothes. The moonlight gave her fertile body all the right lines, and the smoothness of her skin contrasted beautifully with his coarseness. He lied next to her and sucked on her wound, like a sucker fish. The sensation of being sucked on made her nipples so hard they hurt. He felt complete, whereas the
draksblood drained him after the high wore off.

The blood made him feel perverse, as he had enough in his mouth to pour it on her chest. He had been selfish with her blood, as he took enough to put her in a catatonic, blissful state. She smiled, like she was stoned on pain killers, as Vinnie poured and smeared the blood on her like a blank canvas awaiting genius.

“You know. . .” Josie smiled, “They drew my blood when I was nine years old, because I had strange white spots all over my body and - you know what they told my mom?”

“What?”

“Her blood type is unknown, the doctor said. We can analyze it if there’s a virus in her blood, but were dealing with something we’ve never seen before. . .”

“That’s incredible. Maybe that’s why I’m high on you.” Vinnie smiled back.

Josie leaned over and tasted her blood on his lips. The scent was getting stronger as the blood dried on her.

“Your turn baby.”
She said.

“What?”

“Cut yourself. Let’s see what you got.” She said. The night air was so still it seemed non-existent. The moon made the blood look black. Vinnie cut his arm with a sharp rock and lied over her and did a push-up. As his face got close to hers he kissed her. The blood from his arm squirted on her belly as he did push-ups over her. They laughed, as she pulled playfully at his privates on each down-stroke. On the last down-stroke, he pushed it into her, as they stared deeply into each other’s soul. There was an understanding. Now he had her swimming in his veins. He felt confident and strong, yet feminine.

The only ones who could understand this passionate connection were the animals. There was an unspoken acceptance between kingdoms, the animals and Vinnie. Josie was beginning her travels as wild and it suited her, with the exception of the occasional fit of rage.

The blood orgy had finished, as the blood had cooled and the entertainment of it faded. They headed downhill to the river and washed in the river and bathed in the moonlight. As they washed, Vinnie continued his story:

“My Grandfather, the one whose ghost walked into my room was a mysterious person. One time, when my family visited his home I had to use the bathroom. I was a curious kid of course, so I looked through everything, and what really surprised me was he had no toiletries at all, no toothpaste, toothbrush, no comb, no pills, nothing.”

“Sounds fishy.” Josie snickered.

“Yeah, and we always had medium rare lamb for dinner.” He said.

“Gross. Were there any strange items around the house?” She asked.

“A couple black and white photos of castles, and yeah, he had a family portrait of us and he was missing in it. He was alive then and everybody in the family showed up. I faintly remember him being there.”

“Now that’s bizarre.” Josie said,

Vinnie looked up from washing, as they both stopped bathing.

“You feel that?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

The weight of the air had changed. The tips of the trees moved and a jagged cloud covered the moon. They could hear yelping in the distance.

“Six.” Vinnie said.

“Six what?”

There’s six
Loggerjocks in a field about three miles away.”

“Are you crazy? It’s like five a.m.” She said.

“This
is
crazy. I don’t feel like doing anything about it.”

Having been without
Draksblood and drinking Josie’s unknown blood gave him a different conscience. He was beginning to open. The world was full of lies and some people had become wounded, jaded and bitter. It was a great accomplishment to just smile and think positively.

“What ever happened to those two guys you were with at the bar?” Josie asked.

He paused, and sighed, “Well, they move around.”

“Like with cars and planes, or what?”

“No, not exactly, they move internally.”

“What do you mean?”

“Remember the rocking on the bed I did as a boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, things shifted and it grew stronger. I was able to leave my body.”

“Holy shit.”
She said.

“It was very gradual though. I had to “black out” my body parts one at a time. It took years to blackout my whole body.”

“So, how do the two guys do it?” She asked.

“They learned from me.”

“Wait. What do you mean, they travel with their minds?”

“Telekinetically.”

“So, you guys can travel through your mind?”

“Right.”

There was another sound in the distance. This time it was a howl. It was a wolf, a pure animal sound that reminded Vinnie
of spirits, the Indians, and other old folklore. He wished that Humankind could revert back to the ways of the land; how surviving a winter was an accomplishment, washing clothes on rocks, looking for gold, and eating from the land were daily tasks.

“My friends are doing some pretty incredible things. They’re stopping the killing throughout the world, all through their minds.”

“How is that possible?” She asked.

“They’re focusing on negativity groups; people who bring down the overall vibration of the planet.”

“Negativity groups?”

“Yeah, people killing people, dogs, trees.”

“Dogs?”

“Yeah, China.”

“Woah.”

“How did you start teaching this?” She asked.

“The two guys you asked
about. . .we grew up together. We were not liked in school and escaped every night with our music. I mentioned that I rocked back and forth on the bed shape-shifting objects and altering light, and they wanted it. It spread from there.”

“That’s crazy.” Josie said.