Blood and Justice- Part 1 Illeana watched from the shadows in the alley way as a person approached the man standing on the corner. Illeana took a drag from her cigarette, the glowing end the only thing that was able to be seen. The person approaching was dressed in a thin and tattered sweatshirt that hung from her skeletal frame. Their hair was long and greasy and it was clear that it had been some time since they had seen a shower. Illeana listened carefully as they spoke to each other. “I need a fix dude.” the thin person said, revealing that it was a woman. The man looked her up and down critically. “Got any Grant or Jackson?” the man asked coolly. The woman shivered, hard. “No, but I have goods that can be sold.” the woman replied, fumbling in her pants pockets. She pulled out a couple of diamond rings and a bracelet and shoved them at the man. He sighed and took his time looking them over. “Fine, but next time come with some cash or no deal.” he snapped and handed the woman a small packet of white powder. She snatched it and scurried away in a hurry. The man just as quickly ignored her and returned to examining the jewelry. That was Illeanas cue. She stamped out the butt of her cigarette and silently approached the drug dealer from behind. “Hello Sid.” she said quietly. The man jumped and spun around, startled. He giggled nervously. “Wow, hi Lea. Long time no see.” he said, starting to back away. “What did I tell you about dealing on my streets Sid?” Illeana asked as she pulled a 9mm Beretta from its holster and cocked the hammer. A look of fear crossed Sids face. “I wasnt Lea, honest. Ive just been hanging out here.” he answered quickly, floundering for an answer. Illeanas copper colored eyes blazed, shooting sparks. “I call bullshit Sid. Ive been watching you for the better part of an hour and I know better.” she said, moving towards him. Sid fumbled for his own gun in the waistband of his baggy pants, trying to bring it up for a good shot, but Illeana was no longer there. She was behind him, and grabbing him around the throat, pressing the barrel of her gun to his temple. “I gave you more than a warning Sid, something I never do. And you chose to ignore that warning. Now you must pay the price.” she whispered softly in his ear as she put her gun in her pocket and grasped his gun and hand in an unbreakable grip. She forced his hand up to his temple with her own gloved fist and placed her finger over his on the trigger. He began to sweat and Illeana pulled the trigger. Sid dropped to the ground, dead. Illeana pulled a clean handkerchief from an inner pocket of her thigh length leather jacket and meticulously wiped the blood spatter from her face and coat sleeve. Then she dropped the piece of cloth and searched through his pockets. She pulled out a large wad of cash from one pocket and from the rest of his stash from the other. Illeanas lip curled in disgust as she pocketed both and walked away. She walked the four blocks back to where she had parked her car and climbed into the drivers seat. She sat there for a moment before taking off her black fedora with the purple feathers attached to the rim and pulling out the elastic holding back her tightly curled black hair. She shook her head, releasing the curls and wiped a gloved hand over her dark skinned face. Illeana started the car, smiling as she heard the engine purr at her. She quickly pulled out of the alley and headed for her next destination, a low income neighborhood on the west side of town. She parked her 1971 Dodge Challenger at the end of the block and waited. She waited until the sun was well up. The door of one of the run down duplexes opened and a tall blond man walked out and climbed into an old beat up pick up truck. Illeana flinched at the noise it made as he started it up and drove away. After she was sure he was gone she pulled a large yellow envelope from under the passenger seat and put the large wad of money into it. She got out of the car and silently walked up to the door of the duplex that the man had walked out of. With a clothes pin that was on the old mailbox she clipped it to the screen door and rang the doorbell before running. She got across the street and behind a tree before she heard the door open. Illeana peeked around the tree, watching the young woman look for who had left the money. She had to keep a hold on herself when she saw the womans black eye, split lip, and bloodied nose. Frustrated Illeana leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes. * * * Illeana awoke in a room that was completely unfamiliar. Instead of the comforting enclosed space of her straw hut she saw a large room with a ceiling of wood and walls covered with paper that had small blue roses on it. She bolted upright and quickly realized that she wasnt wearing her usual clothing. The gown she wore felt smothering and restrictive. The door to the room suddenly opened and Illeana jumped to the corner of the bed and cowered there. “Ah, good, you are awake. How are you feeling?” the man asked with a warm smile. Illeana hesitated before answering. “I feel fine. Where am I?” she asked, still frightened. “You are at my manor house in Wales, England.” the man answered as he sat down in a fancy chair. Illeana was confused. “How did I get here?” she asked quietly in her accented English. “Your village was attacked and you were hurt. I saved your life and brought you here.” the man answered simply. Illeana was immediately afraid. “What about my children?! Where are they?!” she said, terrified. “I dont know what happened to them. I had to save you, that was my only concern.” the man replied, trying to calm her. Illeana jumped out of the bed, nearly tripping on the hem of the long gown. “We must find them!” she exclaimed, sailing towards the door. The man grabbed her arm in his large hand, effectively stopping her. “Even if we found them Illeana, there is nothing you can do now. You are no longer human...human...human...” * * * Illeana wiped a tear from her cheek at the dismal memory. It had been the year 1772 and she had discovered just what she had become. She was now one of the Blood, a species of human that predated Christ. They were faster, stronger, and had senses that far surpassed those of a normal human. And they didnt age. After several years of staying with the man who had created her she had tracked down her family and kept a careful watch over them and their descendants. It was the most she could do for a family that she could no longer be a part of. Once Illeana was certain that the young woman was back inside she carefully made her way back to her car, using the trees as limited cover. Once she was back in the car she leaned her forehead against the steering wheel, wishing she could do more for the last of her family.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 05:13:25 +0000
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