Soldiers of the Damned
Author: Garrett R. Kirby

Chapter 8
Mike


Chapter 8:

"So, what do we do with this?" Steven asked, staring down at the brute vampire that was dead at my feet.
"Is it even dead?" Jerry asked, rubbing his back. Jerry was still in pain after he was thrown from the top of the base.
Jack walked up next, kneeling down and turning it's head slowly to get a better look at it. He seemed almost like he was doing things mechanically, like he wasn't really even there. The only time I had seen Jack like this was when something really bad happened to him. Something that hurt him. "No." He said in a monotone, answering Jerry's question. "It's not so easy to kill a vampire. This one is very strong."
"How long do we have before it gets up?" Steven asked.
"Your asking me?" Jack replied, looking up at him. His green eyes seemed to shine in the light.
"Well, you are the vampire expert here. How do you even know all of this?"
Jack thought for a long moment, looking back down at the vampire. "I have... studied..."
"I'll bet." Steven smirked, then walked away.
I sighed and turned back to Bree.
"What do we do?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of the vampire.
"I say we chain him to the wall and torture him so we can get some information out of him." Drake said, twirling a knife in his hand.
"You would say that." Jack said, standing and walking off with Jerry to help pick up the living room.
Drake chuckled to himself and closed up the knife, then put it back in his pocket. He looked at me and sighed. "And here I thought I was off for a bit." He laughed.
"You just came to the wrong place at the wrong time is all." I replied, still looking at Bree. I frowned and put my arms around her. "First date and everything goes to hell, how ironic."
"It's not your fault." She whispered. "Like you said, the wrong place at the wrong time right?"
I smiled. "I suppose."
 I let go of her and turned to Drake. "We need to get him out of here before he... he..." I stopped, eyes growing wide with fright. Behind Drake the large vampire stood.
"He what?" Drake asked, then his eyes grew wide like mine and he pulled his goggles down over his eyes. "He's right behind me isn't he?"
"Clever boy." The vampire growled a laugh.
Just as the large hands tried to clamp onto Drake, he rolled out from under the vampires arms and jumped behind Bree and I. "That was to close for comfort." He gasped.
I looked over on the bed, where Bree's gun sat. I quickly took a step over and grabbed the small hand-gun. I turned and pointed it at the vampire.
"Don't move." I said.
"Good thinking." He approved. "But, there is one thing you are forgetting. I can take much more then any normal person. Your gun will not harm me Randy. Drop it, and I might not drop you."
"How does he even know your name?" Drake asked, looking over at me. "Did you tell him or something?"
"Same way I know your name Drake." He chuckled, suddenly appearing closer to us. He kept his eyes locked on mine. They burned like wildfire, like he was waiting for me to make the wrong move so he could attack without getting hurt himself, though I knew he would not even feel pain from the gun, so my detective work must have failed. "Now put the gun down."
I stared into his burning eyes for a long moment, not sure of what to do. Finally, I decided to do as he said, and put the gun on the ground. "There. The gun's down. Now leave, and never come back." I commanded.
"Well..." He smiled a frightening grin. "I am afraid that until we get our meal, I can't do that."
The eyes that were locked on mine suddenly shifted a bit, and focused on Bree's. I stepped in front of her and held out my arms. "Find somebody else. She is mine, and you can't have her."
"Are you sure about that?" He asked, his voice amused, almost to the point of an insane man. "Because I always have my way."
"Hey, you know it's kind of funny how you know our names but we don't even know yours." Drake said. "You claim we were your friend, but we don't remember you. So why don't you give us a name?"
He looked over at Drake. "Hm... I suppose it wouldn't hurt. My name is Mike."
"Mike what?" Drake asked. "I want a last name."
"Can't tell you that." He smirked mockingly. "A first name is all you will get."
"Oh that sucks." Drake scowled.

I saw Jerry standing behind Mike, ready to shoot him in the back of the head with his handgun. Drake was just distracting him all along so that Jerry could get a shot without Mike noticing. Mike started to stalk forward at a slow, but menacing, pace. I looked over his shoulder at Jerry with pleading eyes. Jerry nodded, seeing the fear showing on my face. He gently moved the gun up, and pulled the trigger.
Everything happened extremely fast after that, but I made out a small bit of it. First there was the bang and flash of the gun shooting in Jerry's hands, then Mike turned into a sudden blur. Something small and fast shot by my shoulder, nearly hitting me. The next thing I saw was Jerry pinned to the wall by Mike, who was holding him up by his throat with a single hand.
Jerry's gun was on the ground, so he had no way of fighting back. Luckily, he didn't have to. He was still wearing his armor, well, except for his helmet, so, within a second after Mike had him, Jerry was out of Mike's grip and standing behind him.
Mike growled, turned quickly, too quickly, and slammed his fist into Jerry's bald head. Jerry stumbled away from Mike, and landed on the bed next to him. Blood poured from Jerry's mouth, Mike's eyes widened and he froze.
"Oh no..." I heard Bree whisper. My eyes grew wide when I realized what was going on.
Mike stayed frozen for a few seconds, just long enough for me to grab Jerry's gun and shoot him a few times in the head. Now Mike was the one stumbling back in pain, black blood dripping down from his head.

Another low bear-like growl ripped out of Mike's throat. He shook his head and stared at Bree and I with wide, pained eyes. "You win this time!" He gasped, his eyes darkening with hate. "But mark my words, I will have her!" He pointed right at Bree for a second, and with that, he was gone.
"Jerry!" Jane yelled, running in the room and wrapping her arms around him. "Oh my god, are you ok?"
Jerry leaned over a trash can and spit out a large glob of red liquid. "Fine..." He said, trying to even out his voice. "Kid... packs a punch..."
I looked over at Drake. "So, what do we do about this?" I asked with a sigh.
"What can we do? I don't even know this guy... I don't know what's going on right now. Darn it, I want answers." He glared at me, then walked off towards the end of the hall where all the guns are kept. "I'm getting information. You coming?"
I looked back at Bree. "If I go with Drake, will you stay here?"
It took a moment, but she sighed and nodded.
I walked out the door and walked next to Drake. "What are you taking?" I asked, looking at the assortment of weapons scattered on the tables and on the wall.
"Shotgun." He replied. "You?"
"Hard choice... hm, maybe a grenade launcher?"
"In the middle of the city?" Steven called from the living room. "Next thing you know we'll be the ones coming after you."
"Yeah well what's worse? A explosion destroying a little bit of the city, or a group of insane vampires?!" I demanded, grabbing the launcher, some ammo, and then turning and heading for the door.
I could hear Drake's quick footsteps as he followed after me, shotgun in hand. He was going to enjoy this, I knew, though he was trying to hide it. Drake loved fights... a little to much for his own good.
Jack stood in front of me suddenly, blocking my path. "You can go after him Randy, but know this: That little toy will not kill him, only slow him down. You want him dead, get him in the sunlight, then shoot him."
"What happens in the sunlight?" Drake asked.
"The effects of the Red will begin to stop, and it will slow him and weaken him. After about five to ten minutes of direct sunlight, a vampire becomes his human self, and he or she can be dealt with quickly."
"Got it." I said, stepping past him and walking out the door. I waited for Drake, then slammed it shut. I think we had all learned our lesson, and I think Steven was getting a little paranoid because I could hear him behind the door yelling "You crazy, old man?! Lock that damn door this time!"
Drake chuckled, then looked around. "Up there..." He whispered, pointing up.
I looked up and made out the large brutish figure sitting on the edge of the building. He looked like he was in pain.
"Good, now let's go find a way up." I whispered back, taking a few steps forward.
"No, no." Drake replied. A small, high pitched sound came from his boots. "Let me handle this. I'll get him to come down."
"And if he kills you?"
Drake shook his head and chuckled. "Kills me..." He muttered to himself, laughing like I told some joke. I, for one, did not see it as much of a joke.
Drake sprinted forward, then jumped into the air, and took flight for a few seconds before landing next to Mike on the building. I took off my helmet to get a better view of what was happening. I could see a bit more clearly.
Drake was up on the edge of the building talking to Mike. After a minute of them talking back and forth Mike was suddenly standing. He became a blur as he went into motion, then appeared in front of me. Drake leaped from the building and flew again. Before he landed I could hear a kid yell "Look mommy!"
Mike's eyes flashed between Drake and I, then they rested on me. "I am... sorry Randy. My thirst is something I can not control, and there are few people that smell so... sweet. It hurts just to think about it. Sometimes I lose control, and if I lose control, my whole, well I suppose you would call them my Coven, they all lose it as well. As the leader they do as I say without question, and my emotions become theres. It is quite bothersome."
I waited a minute after he finished to reply. I was trying to choose my words carefully.
"I suppose... it does sound like you mean it." I frowned. "What happened to the others?"
"I sent them home." He said, then looked down at my gun. "Were you planning to... to shoot me with that thing?"
"Oh, uh... yeah." I said apologetically.
As I tried to read his expression some emotion I could not quite understand crossed his face. I wondered if he was angry, but then he suddenly roared with laughter. "That's funny!" He laughed, then his face, rather suddenly, turned hard like he had never laughed in the first place. "But seriously now, can you please forgive me?"
I stared at him for a long moment and sighed. "Fine. Your forgiven." I said, finally.
"Thank you. I should take my leave..." He sighed, looking back.
"Right." I nodded.

And with that, Mike disappeared yet again, into the darkness of the city. I wasn't sure why he was in such a hurry to get out of here... until I heard the sirens.
"Cops." Drake said.
"No, really?" I sighed, smacking him lightly on the head.
Two squad cars pulled into the small parking lot of the base and about four cops approached us. They all looked stressed. One of them, a younger one, was eyeing me and Drake with wide eyes. A lot of times the police acted like we were heroes because of our past on the field, but this kid looked more like he was just freaked by the suits and guns.
"We received reports of gunfire in this area, is everything under control?" A bigger one asked.
"Every things fine, officer." I said before Drake could say anything.  "There was just a small disturbance is all."
He nodded. "Alright then soldier, I guess we'll be on our way. You probably don't need our help, do you?"
"No sir." I said before they walked back to their cars.
"Hey Drake..." I whispered as they walked off.
"What?" He asked, looking over at me.
"I don't think that's the last we'll be seeing of the vampires."
Drake didn't reply for a moment. He was thinking. "Hm, do you think they could be a gang? Like, a bad one?" He asked.
"Could be. Hard to tell right now, but we really need to look into this."
"Get the car?"
"No, no." I sighed. "Not tonight. I'm ready to go to sleep."
"Alright then." Drake replied. "See you in the morning."
"See you." I said, turning and walking back inside.

 

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