Legends Two

“Father Donovan do you have everything you need?” called a Rabbi running up the stairs to a local church. An old man with the life of a child rushed over to the Rabbi.

“I have ammo and a few guards.” replied Father Donovan turning around. He pointed to three men outside the church who were holding guns.

“Well then let’s finish gathering everyone, the sun is almost down.” cried the Rabbi. The two men separated and gathered all the people on the streets. Every last person still outside rushed in without hesitation. When the last person in sight had been ushered into the place of worship all the doors were shut and locked. People were gathered in the upstairs and the basement packed together, waiting in anticipation for the night to be over.

Simultaneously through Courpaul doors locked. Window curtains were pulled shut. Lights flashed on in every home. Families gathered together in one room. They all stayed huddled; waiting; listening. There was nothing they could do except pray that their home wouldn’t be the one that was attacked.

As the sun, lowered even more in the sky a few hundred started to flood the streets. All had more then one weapon on their person. They all gathered into one large group waiting for orders.

One woman sat on a brick wall. She had one arm on her left leg while the other leg swung loosely over the side. No one said anything to her, but all of them seemed a little nervous around her. The woman’s appearance was undeterminable.

Her black curls were pulled tightly into a pony tail. A long black coat hung loose over her black tank top. Large black boots sat under her ebony pants, but the thing that made people nervous about her were her eyes. The dark blue hue that starred back at you was frightening. Knowledge, and anger were held captive inside.

A tall dark skinned man soon came onto the scene. He walked over the woman and the two whispered amongst themselves. When he turned around to face the crowd everyone fell silent.

“I don’t think I need to explain what needs to be done.” said the man, his voice carrying over the crowd. “What I will remind you is that we have new people, so each new slayer find yourself a senior member to pair up with. Tonight is the full moon, so be mindful.” Everyone soon dispersed around the town. The woman leapt down from the wall and fell in step with the tall man. She was short compared to him, actually she wasn’t very tall compared to anyone only being 5'3 .

“Have you found out anything Lou?” she questioned.

“Not yet. Ivy we haven’t been able to locate their new meeting place yet. Time is running out and they keep jumping from place to place.”

“There has been no sign of them?”

“No. Look I understand that it’s dangerous, but if a few more people knew then we might be able to locate them easier.”

“I’m sorry Lou, but you know why we can’t. There is no sign of the mole. You know that there is one. It may be harder this way, but if we started giving out to much information then who knows what could happen.”

“Yeah I get it. Well see you tomorrow.”

“Hopefully.” commented Ivy as the two split paths.

The slayers took their posts and waited. Their eyes drifted to the sky. Gold tinted the clouds with ribbons of purple and magenta. Birds fled quickly into hiding. The wind stopped all movement. Not one person moved as the last sign of light buried itself away. There was a brief moment of tension as night finally covered the town.

Unearthly screams made most of the slayers jump. Out of the shadows werewolves jumped into the streets. Their eyes were all bright blue like the ocean. They were about the size the of real wolves, maybe a bit larger.

If you looked up you would see a large black mass spiraling down from the sky. Bats came towering down to the ground. They transformed as they reached earth. Each one looked like a human, but they were all beyond pale and their eyes were a deep shade of red.

Ivy’s steps were quick as she walked down the street. The sight before her now was truly amazing. She always found wonder in the picture that laid before her. Rather lack of what she saw amazed her. There was no movement. Werewolves were stopped in mid air. Silver bullets were motionless as they penetrated skin. No blood was dripping from slayers necks as vampires bit into them. Ivy was literally moving so fast that all time had ceased to move. In reality however, time was moving like always, but Ivy was in such a fast motion she was in another time.

Only the most highly trained Vampires could move this fast. Even fewer humans could work at this speed and no werewolves were known to move this quickly. Every night Ivy would slip into this frame searching for ambushes that were about to take place. It all seemed quiet.

One vampire caught Ivy’s eye. His clothes were all black, and his face was whiter then most. The ebony mop on his head was shoulder length. In all good sense her mind told her that this vampire was repulsive. Yet the eyes, they were tantalizing. The still mesmerizing scarlet seemed to be staring directly at her. A strange attraction wanted to pull her closer.

Blinking Ivy quickly diverted her stare. She continued down the street looking from corner to corner. Curiosity, however, got the better of her. Turning her head to look back she saw the vampire was no longer there. Alarms were raised in her mind as her eyes darted around quickly. Her gaze eventually fell on a roof top to her left. There stood the vampire looking down, just as unmoveable as before. Ivy’s brow curled, but she kept moving. It seemed to be playing a game with her. She wondered why it didn’t attack her. What she didn’t know was that he was studying her.

The reason didn’t matter to her. Ivy had done her patrol, and other then that strange creature there were no signs of ambush. Taking one last breath in the silence she shut her eyes. Soon she had fallen back into sink with normal time.

Standing in the mist of the battle she listened intently. Low growls, hissing, gun shots, shouts randomly reached her ears. Then a sudden crash made it’s way to where Ivy stood. Glass had shattered somewhere near by. Opening her eyes Ivy ran off silently to find the source.

Passing building after building she finally came to an apartment. All the lights were on except for one. There was a small room with it’s light out. At the front of the building a window had been bashed in thousands of small pieces.

Without any thought Ivy raced to the side of the building. She looked inside trying to find any sign of a struggle. Curled up in a small ball sat a small boy. He was at the corner of his room covering his ears. Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he tried to keep silent.

Ivy tapped on the window softly. The boy jumped up startled. He hurried over to the window starring out at her. All he knew was that she wasn’t a werewolf. She wasn’t as pale as vampires either, so he took his chances. Lifting the window open he stepped back.

With a quick flick of a pocket knife, Ivy cut out the screen then climbed inside. When she was in she quickly shut the window and pulled the curtains. The boy’s whimpers got louder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hush, hush.” whispered Ivy sitting down on the bed. “Is your family here?” the boy nodded pointing to his door. “Are they hurt?” he shook his head no. “Is there someone in the house that shouldn’t be?” He nodded yes this time. “Okay, get on your bed and stay under the covers.” Ivy ushered the frightened child onto his bed.

Pulling a gun out from under her coat she pushed the bedroom door open slowly. With every step her heart beat faster. Even though the lights were on, monsters were out in the open waiting.

Ivy made her way into the living room. She couldn’t find any sign of anyone. Low growling soon started to approach her. Spinning around Ivy caught sight of a werewolf just as it lunged. Dropping down to her back she kicked her legs up tossing the devil dog into a wall. Rolling onto her stomach she let off two shots. Both hit the wolf, once in the shoulder, and once in the leg. It dropped hard to floor. With in moments the animal transformed back into a person. A young woman laid completely un-robed on the ground. The girl was no more then eighteen. Ivy had shot her with a special cerium. Unfortunately Ivy couldn’t be certain if the cure would help the girl or kill her.

Grabbing a blanket from the couch near by Ivy pulled it over the still woman. The boy soon dashed out of the room to Ivy. He ran up behind her hiding from the still figure. His family came out from the master bedroom. He had been separated when they were all rushing back to a room. His father held his baby brother close as the mother dropped to her knees. The boy started crying hysterically racing to his mother’s arms. Ivy didn’t wait, she just let herself out quietly.

Pounding kept resounding on the church doors. People shuddered ducking down into the pews. The Rabbi stood up front with the guards. He held in his hand a large stake. Though his hands trembled he was not going to move.

“Rabbi Colemenn, I don’t know if we can hold them all out.” cried one of the guards. This young man was a new slayer and very unnerved.

“We may not, but our duties are to protect them.” said the Rabbi gently looking into the church. “Even places of worship are no longer sacred.” He continued his eyes dimming. “Do you remember my temple? They destroyed it last time.” He stepped forward putting a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “We may not be able to keep them out, but God is beyond understanding. The temple was ruined but the people that were hiding there were not harmed.”

“Forgive me Rabbi. I haven’t trusted God in years.” replied the boy somewhat coldly.

Back in the Sacristy Father Donovan was waiting. He sat silently with his hands folded. There was a side door that led to the Sacristy from the outside. It was a weak door, and sure enough it was beaten down. With in seconds three vampires stood in the presence of the tired man. He stood up calmly facing them.

“We’ve been waiting for you gentlemen.” said Father calmly. The vampires stared at him unsure. Turning they saw a handful of teenage boys along with Lou behind them. Father Donovan walked up to them. He was only inches away from them now. “I believe that these boys wish to speak with you.”

A few miles away from the church there was a small girl standing the street. She had been terrified at the sight she was gazing at. Covering her eyes she cried out. From behind her a young man scooped her into his arms. Rushing into a near by home he tried to hide her. With the passing of a long moment snarling was heard, the man’s scream and the girl’s cry. After another moment of silence a werewolf came barreling out into the streets.

The night was fading, and dawn was almost here. The werewolves had all but disappeared, and the vampires were seeking shelter. Ivy hid in the shadows trailing a small group of vampires. With her steps in sync with theirs she was led to an old abandoned factory. Climbing onto a fire escape across the street she watched from the darkness like a silhouette.

When all the vampires seemed to of disappeared she jumped down and dashed over to the house. Ivy was going to walk inside but paused. Looking at her feet she scoffed lightly. The boots were fine on the streets, but right now she was trying to be as quiet as possible. Slipping her shoes off she left them by the door then went in. To her surprise there was no one around.

Her feet brushed against the cool cemented floor. There was absolutely nothing inside this place. But there had to be something, anything. Even vampires couldn’t have just disappeared like that.

Ivy’s eyes scanned the entire complex. When nothing could be found at eye level she turned her gaze to the floor. It was dusty, and debris covered everything, except a small patch of floor boards in the middle of the room. A small smile spread across her face.

Creeping over to the site Ivy bent down to her knees. She felt the panels, and they were loose. Unfortunately she couldn’t rig it enough. Reaching down into her pocket she pulled out a thin blade. She used it to pop up the top. The boards went flying directly up. Grabbing them right before they flew all the way back Ivy let out a small sigh.

Bending down she listened intently. Voices rose quickly, and she knew what was happening. They had been finding underground rooms to hold their gatherings. No wonder no one had been able to locate the meeting places.

A burst of hot air came flying up into her face. Ivy wanted to rub her eyes so bad, but she feared moving. Instead she sat there waiting to hear what was going on.

“It’s even more difficult to fight the humans now ” shouted a voice.

“Ivy and others know to much about us. They have to much experience. We should go right to the sources and kill them all.”

“NO ” thundered one male. His voice was like two. One demonic and one human. “Take out the followers. With no followers the leaders have nothing.”

“But Gothikar that makes no sense.”

“It makes perfect sense.” he hissed. “I want Ivy and her friends alive. If they die, then I won’t know what they are planning. It’s much easier to find information on the humans and what they know when their leaders are alive. Just keep doing what you’ve been doing. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Do they know when the attack will be?” chimed in another voice.

“No. Let’s keep it that way.”

Ivy shut the panel down softly then stood up. Spinning she saw a shadow standing a few feet away from her. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. Stepping closer the man hissed at her.

Without warning Ivy was lying on her back. The demon had her arms pinned down to the floor.

“Do you choose to join the faithful . . . or do you choose death?”

“Death.” growled Ivy. Kicking her knees up into his stomach she was able to wiggle her arms free. Both her arms were bleeding slightly. The vampire had cut her with his nails. Ivy grabbed him by the head and wrapped her legs around him. With a twist and force she switched positions with him. Looking up briefly she saw light starting to flood in the room. She laughed and returned her attention to her victim.

“Do you choose death . . . or death?” she asked still clutching onto his head. She quickly pulled a stake out that was tied around her waist. Thrusting it hard into it’s chest Ivy watched the eyes glaze over and then turn completely black.

Rising to her feet she grabbed the body by the wrists. Struggling slightly from exhaustion and from tiredness she pulled it outside. Dropping it down she watched as he burned away to nothing. With a flick of her hand she picked up her shoes and walked home.

There was a small home that was probably almost bad enough to be condemned. Ivy lived here without interruption. She lived here in peace. No one ever bothered to look in this house for anyone, or anything. Unlocking the door she went inside. The living room was quite a sight. There was a tv, though she didn’t use it often. Then there was a couch. She had found it in someone’s trash. It was a shame that people would throw perfectly good things away just because there were a few stains on it.

The kitchen was horrible looking. There was nothing but a tv tray and an old beat up chair. Some chipped plates and bowls, a few broken utensils and a fairly empty fridge. Nothing glamorous at all.

Dropping her boots on the floor she floundered back to her bedroom. A small night stand was against the wall. Her bed was a beat mattress on the floor with a lumpy pillow and one sheet.

“Home sweet home.” She remarked dryly, walking to the dresser. Throwing her coat to the floor she opened the top drawer. Removing all the bullets from her guns she put the small weapons away. Then in the middle drawer she put her ammo and stakes. The bottom drawer contained her clothing. Once more, she had locks on every one of her drawers.

Spinning around she walked over to the bed. Clearing her throat she tapped her foot on the hard wood floor.

“Excuse you sir. I believe that is my sleeping area.” A large black lump lifted it’s head. Bright brown eyes starred up at Ivy. A wagging tale greeted her happily as she laid down. “Scoot over Mars.” she said pushing the large black German shepherd over. The dog snorted but moved. Patting the dog a few times Ivy slipped into a dream world.