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Jag gömmer mig bakom min favoritbok just nu..

Ja. Hej igen. :)

Nu har min Twilight/vampyr hajp suttit tänderna i mig igen (haha). Efter en fin helg av maskerad, massa film, Twilight-maraton med mamma och dimma bestämde jag mig för att ännu en gång ta mig igenom den fjärde boken i serien om Bella och Edward. Ja.. Jag måste skräpa mig lite.

Hur som helst, historien nedan kom till just efter att jag hade läst väldigt mycket Twilight. Men den blev aldrig riktigt avslutad, så jag har bara klippt av den där jag tyckte den kunde bli avklippt. Resten är bara några rader som egentligen inte har något med själva handlingen att göra.

Woh, jag har varit så sjukt stressad dom senaste dagarna, massa med skolan och produktion nu.. Men jag känner att jag är påväg tillbaka till det gamla jag. Det som ritar, skriver och läser böcker. <3

Hoppas ni tycker om Leonard som vampyr, :)

P.S. Jag har lagt märke till att engelskan suger riktigt hårt på vissa ställen, men har helt enkelt inte orkat ändra. Och sheesh! Indragen försvann. Aja, hoppas ni klarar er.

 

Wicked mr Wilsworth and his thirsty Hunters

For a long time, the vampires has been crawling the streets of London. Poisoning and sticking out of the environment. A new century is near, just a few more years. This is the story of Wicked Mr Wilsworth and his thirsty Hunters of the 17:th century. The revolution of vampirehunting is just around the corner…

 

Leonard knew that he had to catch something this night. The clock was ticking and he couldn’t afford any mistakes. His thirst was taking over him, and soon he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He wasn’t as dangerous as a newborn, but he could still end up hurting many people. His eyes revealed what he was up to, and if anyone saw him… He didn’t want to think of the consequences .

His feet flew past the alleys of London, searching for a pray. It was going to be hard, since it was in the middle of the night, and people were afraid since they knew that their friends and acquaintances had disappeared.  But someone had to be out today? If he didn’t find anyone soon, then it would not turn pretty.

Before he knew it, a young boy stood in front of him, searching for his attention. Leonard couldn’t look him in the eyes, knowing he would scare him. Instead he pulled down his hood even more, so that the boy only could see his mouth and a little of his nose.

“Excuse me, sir?” the boy said with a frightened voice. “Excuse me, do you know the way to Fleet Street, sir?”

Leonard tried to control himself, but his thirst wanted something else. The boy, of course. So he coughed nervously a few times before he moved closer to the boy.

“Just stand completely still, lad.” His voice was silent and he barely had the power to finish the sentence. He laid his hands on the boy’s shoulders, moved even closer and revealed his eyes. They were glowing in a deep and dark red colour.

“P-please, sir...!” the boy cried. “I'm sorry if I have bothered you, but please, let me go!”

Leonard slowly approached his neck, with his mouth half-open. It was impossible for the boy to escape since Leonard strength was too much. The boy started screaming. It started low but increased in volume the closer Leonard got to his neck. And then he bit him. Hard, deep and without control. The blood rushed in to his mouth, and it tasted so wonderful. His eyes were wide open with madness, and he pressed the boy’s neck closer to his mouth, and in a few minutes, the boy was dead. But he wasn’t empty of blood. More and more came to Leonard, the boy’s skincolour began to fade to the same as Leonard’s.

He laid the boy down on the ground, still sucking his blood out, and sat down on his knees.

When his awareness returned to him, he had the power to close his eyes and open them again to find them bright blue; his ordinary eyecolour. He let go of the corpse and whiped his mouth, which was red from blood. Then he licked his lips and mumbled to himself.

“That was yummy...” He sighed of relief. He stood up and looked down at the boy. Such shame, he thought to himself. But he was happy now. His needs had been satisfied. At least for a while...

 

He saw the butler go in to the living room, announcing Leonard’s arrival. He heard his last name called out, and when the butler came out, Leonard went in. In the room, he found two men, one sitting and one standing beside him, dressed in tuxedos and top hats. The standing man wore a black tuxedo, and the other one a gray. Sitting opposite them, on a sofa, a lady a few years older than himself. She had a white and pink gown on, and held an umbrella in her left hand. On her head she had something that looked like a top hat, only smaller. A string of silk held it on place, and tied in the back of her neck.

“Ah, Mr Wilsworth, we have waited for you”, the sitting man said. “Please, sit.”

Leonard bowed. “Thank you, sir”, he said and took a seat next to him.

“This is lady Beatrice”, the man said, doing a gesture towards the lady. Leonard lowered his head quickly, like in a greeting, and raised it again. She did the same thing. “...and this is sir James”, he continued, doing the same gesture towards the other man. James reached with his hand over the sitting man and shaked Leonards hand. “And I am Mr Slith.”

“Pleased to meet you all”, Leonard said and gave lady Beatrice a smile. “It is a real pleasure to get to know such talanted hunters.”

“Now, now Mr Wilsworth, we have heard great things about you as well. You are at least as talented as us”, Mr Slith said.

Leonard thanked for the complement, but was still insisting that the three of them were better than him.

“You are very talented for being alone, do you know that? Our friends speak only well of you.”

“Well, I am afraid that it may not be true anymore.” Leonard felt forced to tell what he had done that same night.

“Oh yes, and why not?” Lady Beatrice spoke for the first time.

Leonards eyes looked down. “You see, my thirst took over me yesterday. I couldn’t get a hold over myself, and it ended up with me running down the streets of London in the middle of the night, killing an innocent boy.”

Mr Slith caught his eyes. “Listen, your secret is safe with us. It’s not that big of a deal either, it just happened once, right?”

Leonard nodded. “Yes...” Then he looked up and smiled. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

Leonard shook his head, like he wanted to get rid of the thought of yesterday and finally met the three pairs of eyes. “Now then, why did you call me here?”

“We need to get rid of some murderers and newborns, and we need backup. Since you have so much experience in the area of murderers, we thought that you could be perfect for the job. We will help you, of course”, lady Beatrice said. “Since I have the most experience of newborns, you will be working mostly with me. Those two”, she did a gesture towards the men, “will take care of the other things, like spotting the victims, and collecting scents. We take care of the hunt. Therefore, we have all the fun.” Mr James and Mr Slith smirked at lady Beatrice.

Leonard, lady Beatrice and Mr Slith all stood up and waited for Leonards answer.

“I would never miss an opportunity like this, thank you. I will be delighted to work with you all”, he said and bowed. Lady Beatrice curtsied and James and Slith both bowed back. Beatrice turned her head against the two men.

“Could you please leave the room, I would like to have a word alone with Mr Wilsworth.”

“Of course, my dear”, Mr Slith said and left the room together with Mr James. Beatrice followed them with her eyes and then turned to Leonard again.

“I just want to warn you. If you accidently bump in to a newborn while hunting, do not try to kill it. Just get away as fast as you can, and I will take care of it afterwards. These people doesn’t have to get killed so fast, we have about two months to do it. So there is no rush if your pray slips away a few times. Just watch out for the newborns.”

“How do I know that they are newborn then?”

“Their eyes are filled with madness, red as you have never seen. Trust me when I say that you will notice if it is a newborn or not if you see one.”

Leonard felt a shiver down his spine. “Thank you for the warning, miss.”

Lady Beatrice nodded quickly and floated past him. Leonard had to turn around to see her.

Then he grabbed her hand and kissed it smoothly.

“I am looking forward working with you”, he said and smiled at her. Her perfect looks gave him a smile back, assuring him that she would enjoy it too.

Slith and James came through the door.

“So, do we have an agreement?”

“We sure have, sir!” Leonard grabbed now Mr Slith’s hand and shook it a little. “A pleasure doing business with you.”

 

It was late evening, but people were still outside. Drunk from the gin and the whiskey, men were still wandering the streets, looking for a woman to take home. Of course, very few times did a woman follow that drunk fool, unless she was drunk herself. Among these... festive people was a man called Oscar Abraham. Oscar had been to court many times, since he had killed his own wife while being drunk. But he had a whiteness: his brother. His brother, who had also been drunk that night Oscar killed his wife, lied in court saying that Oscar’s wife had taken her life herself. Since he was the only whiteness, the judge had to believe him. There were no proof, strangely enough, and Oscar was released. But still the police have their eyes on him, and if he would do the smallest thing he would be sent straight to jail.

Oscar Abraham was being hunted by Leonard Wilsworth.

Leonard was sitting as quiet as the night on the roof of the bar that Oscar had just left. He was looking down on his victim, just longing to bite him, but he mustn’t yet. Beatrice hadn’t located any of the newborns yet, and she was sitting on the roof opposite to his. There she melted in to the shadows, knowing that only her eyes were visible, but they also weakly glowing. She was a disguised murder-machine, and wouldn’t let anyone come in her way. Humans and vampires alike.

Oscar was stumbling away from the crowd, out to a closed market. With all the stands there, the job would be easy.

Leonard’s yellow eyes met Beatrice’s and she nodded carefully. Leonard licked his lips, but at the same time he felt disgusted, since he knew what that man had done. The politeness where over, and from now on it was all about eliminating the victims. Leonard and his new-found friends where not murderers. They helped the society, and every town had to pay it’s price. This is what he was meant for, and he loved it.

Beatrice stepped out of the shadows and jumped like a cat down from the building. On the back to get avoid getting caught. Leonard knew that the time had come. He too jumped down from his building like a cat, and started to move towards his victim. Oscar wasn’t worth being called by his name, he was just a target, something without value.

When Leonard rounded a corner, Beatrice stood by the wall, nonchalant checking if her nails where clean.

“You are doing great”, she said fast and quiet. “I am impressed.”

“There is more to me than the eyes sees”, Leonard replied and smiled. “I want to kill him now, Beatrice.”

She looked at him. “Just wait until he is out of hearing-range for the others.”

“I think he is way more away than that”, Leonard said and looked past Beatrice trying to find Oscar with his eyes. “I can’t see him.”

“What?” Beatrice said and quickly turned around. She quickly scouted the whole market to find that Oscar was missing. “How did he get away so fast?!” She ran out to the market, followed by Leonard, quickly running between the stands, looking for Oscar.

“You are right, he is gone...”, she admitted and looked up in the sky. Then her nose wrinkled and she looked at Leonard again.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I smell... newborns.”

 

How fast one hunt can change to another is remarkable. One moment you are chasing a drunk human, then the other you are chasing a bunch of mad and newborn vampires.

“There are three of them, all very hungry”, Beatrice shouted while running through a sleeping London. “I might be able to handle them all by myself, but if you help me it will go faster. Do you think you can do it?”

“I will try, I mean, how hard can it be?”

“It is harder than you think, sir”, Beatrice said and laughed. Leonard laughed with her, even louder.

The two vampires’ shadows were hardly visible, since their speed was most unnatural. If you this day happen to stand in one of London’s alleys, you would probably just see something black swoop by, and think that it was either you blinking or that a cloud covered the moon for just a split second.

The newborns were located in the centre of London, confused by the buildings. Leonard and Beatrice arrived and a battle started raging immediately. It was very loud, but the two of them tried to keep quiet and kill them without waking anyone up.

Beatrice caught one of the newborn’s neck and swung herself up on his shoulders, grabbed his head and broke his neck. The newborn fell to the ground and Beatrice landed standing on the ground. Leonard was growling at one of the newborns, warning it to back off. He looked sideways on Beatrice, seeing that she was taking care of the other remaining newborn. Beatrice did the same thing to him as she had done to the first, and met Leonards eyes. She was leaving the last one to him.

He looked at the newborn again, just wanting to jump over him. He moved a bit closer, moving in a circle around the creature. Beatrice was moving closer now as well, and they both moved around the newborn. Beatrice was counting.

“...ninetyseven, ninetyeight, ninetynine...”

Leonard was getting ready and the newborn eyes were looking from Leonard to Beatrice and back to Leonard. They were filled with madness and confusion, but they were about to fade. Beatrice counted.

“...one hundred...”

Leonards arms and legs twitched once and Beatrice jumped over the newborn so that he fell to the ground. Beatrice was holding down his body, and Leonard rushed over to them. She was holding his head against the ground and looked Leonard deep in the eyes. Without looking he did it quick; he stamped as hard as he could on the victims head so the skull crushed against the stony ground. The three newborns were dead.

“This is not what we came here to do”, Beatrice said and stood up. “I hope you understand that.”

“Yes, miss”, Leonard said. “But I love the way you look when you fight.” He gave her an honest smile and she smiled back.

“Sir, this is not suitable at the moment”, she tried to say without giggling. “I am not that type of woman.”

Leonard ignored her and moved closer so that he could grab her hips and pull her against himself. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and separated. His hands held her hips so that she couldn’t run away, and her hands dug in to his hair, feeling every part of it. Their bodies moved closer, pressing against eachother and Leonard dared to take his hands of her hips. Instead he laid them around her, pushing her even closer towards him, feeling her cold breath inside of his mouth. Beatrice was answering every move that he did, by kissing him back.

The game continued, back and forth, back and forth until Beatrice let go of his mouth, standing in his arms and looking at him, smiling.

“So the great lady Beatrice would take just <i>any</i> man?” Leonard said and licked his lips, already missing her flavour.

“You are not any man, Mr Wilsworth. In fact, you are not a man at all.”

Leonard raised one of his eyebrows.

“You are a vampire, lad. And that is not going to change.”

“Lad? I think I am old enough not to be called that anymore...”, he said.

“Hmm, maybe”, she smiled. “At least you are younger than me.”

He gave her a big grin and kissed her again, smiling within every kiss. Then she laid her head against his shoulder and her arms around him, pushing him closer to herself.

“I never want this to end, Leonard. I just want to hold you close to me and never let go. I want to feel your scent, fell your hand against my hair, against my skin, touch your lips with my own, and always be with you. I want to hunt with you, kill just for fun, and never work for anyone again.”

“Beatrice?” Leonard took her shoulders and held her in front of himself. A few tears had fell down her cheek, but she was still smiling at him.

“I don’t want this to end either. I will do all those things for you, you just have to make me one promise.”

“Yes, yes, anything!”

“Do you want to do the honours of being the first member of my group?”

Beatrice’s eyes went glossy.

“Y-yes, of course!”

“Thank you, Beatrice.” He smiled and huged her tight. When he let go of her she wiped a tear of her cheek and kissed him.

“The sun is on it’s way up, we’d better get away from here”, Leonard whispered in her ear.

“What are we going to do about the corpses?” Beatrice looked back at the three dead vampires lying on the ground.

“The sun will dry them out, they will be gone before anyone wakes up, drifting in the wind.”

Leonard laughed quiet.

“Come, I want to show you where I live”, Leonard said and lifted Beatrice up in his arms. Then he started to run. His goal was to reach his home before anyone in town woke up.