Nightmare (rewrite)

The thick fog slid over the forest, weaving its way through the tall trees. Raceing through the forest I ran from him I knew he would kill me just like he killed my father Then just as I passed by a huge oak he slammed something into me. I gasped as he pushed the wooden stake into my chest the snapping of my bones resonated in my ears.1

“ Know this, I will kill all of you who do not submit to me.Your a half breed mix, an abmation I told your father to kill you when you were born but he thought he could defie me and hide you away in this forest." Maxis curled his lip in discust at me while he twisted the stake closer to my heart.
"You are not even good enough to die by my Fangs half breed.I'll kill you just like your mothers people have been killing mine for centuries.” I looked down at the stake, as my cold pitch black blood oozed out around it, who knew a unbeating heart could feel such pain......2

I shot straight up out of bed feeling my chest and panting for air. My long chocolate brown hair was clung to my naked body from sweating while i slept. I took a deep breath willing my heat to stop beating so fast it was just another nightmare I told myself like the ones I'd had since I was five.I grabbed a ciggeret off the night stand lit it and inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs.3

I turned on my TV the news reporter was talking about another rise in gas prices. I flipped through the channels and found something on the middle ages. I loved that kind of stuff my house had swords and battle axes hanging on the walls all fakes of course. I even had gone so far as to learn how to fence.4

Just then my cell started to ring I turned the volume down and picked up my cell. “Detective Bradshaw.” Said the voice, it was my partner Detective Miller that meant I had to go to work. 5

“We got a homicide Bradshaw get your ass down here pronto I’m at first and Clayton.”6

The line went dead and I ran to my closet grabbed jeans and a black turtle neck, but before I put that on I picked up my bra from where I threw it last night put it on. No panties in my panty drawer damn I thought, they must all be all dirty. I had just made Detective a few months ago I worked so much I would forget to do house chores and it showed. 7

My bedroom was a mess dirty clothes litter the floor, I don’t remember the last time I vacuumed, or did the dishes for that matter. I shook my head at myself I’ll clean when I get home I thought. Which I knew was a lie but for the moment it made me feel better.8

I grabbed my ATM card and my driver license. I stuffed them in back pocket, grabbed my necklace badge put it over my head it nestled nicely between my breasts. I put my cell in my jacket, strapped on my Ruger forty-four pistol then the jacket went on, it looked like another rainy day in Seattle outside. Socks and shoes were last, I walked out of my bedroom, and down the hallway. Grabbed my car keys and was out the door. I took the elevator down to the garage where the love of my life waited for me.9

I swear my heart stopped every time I saw my car. It was a 1967 Camaro with a 350 turbo five speed. I called it “The brute” it had trick flow aluminum heads, Edelbrock aluminum intake, with a demon carb and original rear end. The Brutes black glossy paint job mirrored every thing around it. I opened the door and slid into the leather bucket drivers seat. The dash was black, the rest of the interior was cherry red . I turned the key and the brute leapt to life. The radio blasting, I gunned the engine shifted to first and sped off. 10

At the crime scene I flashed my badge at the cop keeping all the onlookers away from the scene, he let me pass holding the crime tape up for me as I ducked under it. I stopped and pulled my long hair into a pony tail so it wouldn’t swing into my face or get who knows what on it. Working Homicide was a dirty job but someone had to do it.11

My partner saw me and waved me over, he and some of the Boys in blue were standing around a body covered with a sheet. The body laid prone,and from the outline I could tell it was a woman I lifted the sheet yep a female in her early twenties all dressed up and no place to go... well except the morgue.12

“So what do we got here a jealous boyfriend caught her grinded on someone?” I said, my partner smirked. “Not even close Bradshaw, Look at her neck. Don’t worry CSI already did their thing were just waiting on the meat wagon to take her away.” I turned her head to the right and saw a nice size chunk of flesh ripped out. I looked on the left side two puncture wounds with blood trickling out about an inch apart from each other. 13

“What kind of club is this?” I asked Detective Miller14

“It’s a Goth club called The Black Rose. We found her purse a few feet away from her body but no wallet.”15

“Well.” I covered Jane doe up, stood and looked around the alley “She’s not dressed like a Goth that’s for sure, her clothes look name brand. Her purse is Prada her shoes are Versace.” I shook my head “this women is defiantly not Goth.”16

“You amaze me every day Detective Bradshaw.” I rolled my eyes at the sound of the voice speaking.17

“Oh.” I said raising my eyebrows “And why is that Detective Simmons.”18

“Well Just look at you walking around in your Wal-Mart speciels how on earth would you know about classy stuff.19

I licked my lip and huffed “ Well it just so happens that I have a friend that’s into, and only wears name brand. She makes me go shopping with her. A lot of shopping. And for the record these clothes are from Macys.” 20

I turned around to face Detective Devon Simmons, he had it out for me ever since I got the best of him on the Carter Homicide. Me fresh out of Graduation, him five years behind his belt, and I found the clue to the woman’s murder, her own brother it turns out. He did it for the insurance money.21

I took off my rubber gloves and threw them in the dumpster ignoring Simmons I asked Detective Miller. “So what do you know so far?”22

My partner opened up his note pad. “ Well, we know she came by herself the bouncer remembers her. They don’t get many Non-Goths in the club. He said a lot of the club goers wear fangs so we got CSI inside gathering up the Fangs. We got a lot of pissed off Goths in their I guess these fangs don’t come cheap.”23

I took what he told me in, then I walked to the back door and looking over my shoulder I said “I’m gunna check out the Goths see ya back at the office Miller.” He waved his hand at me and went back to looking over the scene. Inside the club a office was posted at the back door he saw my badge and moved aside to let me go past him. 24

The dance floor was huge and covered with fake red blood and so were some of the Goths who were lined up so they could be asked questions and give statements. I walked around to the privet rooms the ones that were rented out so people could do god knows what. After checking out all ten rooms and finding nothing I got a call on my cell. 25

“Bradshaw, we got an Id on the Jane Doe. Her name is Becky Avers, she lives at 413 Sanders street go check it out she has a roommate.” 26

“Right, I’m on it Miller.”27

I walked out of the club and walked over to the brute, got in and roared off. It took forty-five minutes to get to the house. I pulled up and got out, I glanced at my watch it was six a.m. so the roommate should be home. As I walked up the steps to the door and I saw that the door was ajar. 28

“Hello my name is Detective Angel Bradshaw, is anybody home?”29

I got no answer back, I stood at the door listening for a few seconds. Nothing I heard nothing so I pulled out my gun and clicked the safety off I walked into house. Then I heard it a faint cry for help, coming from what appeared to be the kitchen. 30

I walked in slowly, once in the kitchen I saw a women in a bathrobe,she had a chunk of flesh missing out of her neck just like my Jane doe did. But this one was still alive. I checked the kitchen first it was all clear. I knelt down next to the young women. She looked at me with big freighted blue eyes. I pressed a hand towel to her wound and called 911. That being done I asked her who did this and she wispered.
"Maxis,he said his name was Maxis,and that hes comeing for you next."31

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“ Who’s Maxis?” I asked her my hand now covered in her hot sticky blood she was bleeding profusely the towel was soaked.33

“ He wan-34

Suddenly she tried to get up her eyes scared, her hand lifted up it shook, her finger slowly unfurled. She was looking over my shoulder her finger pointing behind me.35

“ RUN!” she screamed at me.36

I jumped up and twirled around at the same time. Standing in the doorway was a tall pale man with the most amazing golden eyes I’ve every seen. His dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The man was dressed all in black, his huge frame took up the whole door jam. 37

I pointed my gun at his head “ Put you hands up slowly- 38

I blinked and he was at my side his big cold hand crushed my hand, I could hear and feel my bones breaking. I screamed and dropped the gun. 39

“ I’ve been looking for you Angel, over the centuries I have lived and looked for you. Every time your reborn I will find you and kill you.
"What do you mean reborn I have never met you in my life." my broken hand throbbed so bad I wanted to cry but I would never give this thing the satasfaction of seeing how bad he hurt me.
"besides you mainac I don't believe in reincarnation."40

You blood stone is drawn to you, it leads me to you, in a way its your enemy just as much as I am. My eyes were drawn in to the blood stone it’s rich red color begin to swirl around, then a image appeared in the stone. A man I recognized after all these centuries. My father, my vampire father. I heard his voice inside my head.41

“ Fight him my daughter, you have just as much right to the blood stone as he, take the necklace from him and it will turn you it recognize your blood let it be one with you again.”42

I reached up with my good hand and touched the stone. It was cold as ice, my hand went numb and the feeling traveled to my head. I gasped, my lungs would no longer take in air dark spots took over my vision. 43

“Oh no you don’t, this time I'll kill you with my fangs since you are still human."I heard his voice close to my ear, then I felt his cold mouth pressed to my neck. He bit into my flesh I could feel it ripping away even in my numb state. My hot blood ran down my neck and my chest. I screamed, and he bit me again, his fangs ripping out my esophagus, this time no sound came out of my mouth but the blood gurgled in my torn throat. 44

I shot straight up out of bed feeling my throat and panting for air. My long chocolate brown hair was stuck to my naked body from all the sweating I must of done while sleeping . I blew out a long breath and willed my heart to stop beating so fast. It was just another nightmare, I told myself like the ones I have had since I was five. I grabbed a cigarette off of the night stand, lit it and inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs.