OV: The Original Vampire (Book #1) (12 page)

She went deeper into her unconsciousness until the visions were out of her control. Little emotional essences of people’s emotions and facial expressions of the past rained down on her. Her ego had no control of what played on her eyelids.

All of a sudden, colors emerged and she could see the first images of her unconscious past. She was getting out of her car to go to the clinic. It was the type of clinic she wanted to keep a secret, because her friends and family would have been disappointed in her.

She walked the sidewalk towards the secret door in the back. They have secret doors because the Pro-Lifers liked to kill the Non-Pro-Lifers. On the way there, she passed a bus stop. She saw a girl with purple hair. She was emaciated, wore torn clothes and had a large scar under her eye. Josie was startled by the girl and jumped when the girl spoke,

“Can I
bum a cigarette?” The purple hair girl asked in a weak voice.

“Sorry, I quit.” Josie said, while looking back up the street the way she came.

“Nice for you, wish I could quit. Wish I could quit everything, life, drugs, boys. It’s all one big addiction isn’t it?” Purple Hair said.

“I guess.” Josie put her hands in her pocket, then back out. “Well, I
gotta go.”

“Hey, you look familiar. I know I’ve seen you.” The girl said. Her voice was hoarse, like she had gone to a rock show the night before.

“I don’t think so.” Josie said, as she took a couple steps away from the bus stop.

“No, I know! Oh my God, now I know. You were my magic moment, at the carnival remember? I dominated you.” The girl said with a cackle.

“That wasn’t me.” Josie said.

“Stop being a coward!” The girl leaned forward on the bench. “Why do people lie when things get crazy, or too real, or fucked up? Why can’t they just own up?”

Josie felt the adrenalin raise her blood pressure, as her tactful tongue fell away:

“Okay, yeah I do remember. That’s something I don’t normally do, but I suppose it’s a regular fun time for you.” Josie snapped.

“Wow, okay, you do have a heart. What’s wrong with feeling it beat once in a while?” The girl asked.

“It’s just, it’s just really personal.” Josie confided.

“Well, so is rape honey, but I still go on.”

Josie was speechless.

“Yeah, and it takes a piece of your soul along with it. Yeah, fuck it, but life goes on.” The girl ended her sentence by spitting forcefully on the ground.

“I’m so sorry.” Josie said.

“Where you going anyways?” The girl asked.

“The abortion clinic.”
Josie quietly said.

Josie awoke with beads of cold sweat tickling her sides as they rolled down.

“Vinnie, wake up.”

Vinnie didn’t move. She panicked and shook him. “Vinnie!” His eyelids fell partially open, as Josie shrieked.

“What?
What?!” He said. There was now life in his eyes, as he sat up.

“I thought you were dead.”

“No, I was halfway across the world helping some friends.”

“The sun’s rising.” Josie pretended not to care so much.

“Okay.”

Vinnie grabbed his stuff, as they started hiking with the rising sun now exposing areas of shade.

“It’s nice we don’t hide from the sun anymore.” Josie said.

“It’s not like were vampires or anything.” He responded.

They walked all day, as Josie’s blistered feet were now like weathered leather, as she traversed the trails like an expert. As quick as the sun rose in the East, the sun made its descent into the West. Days seemed like minutes the more Josie and Vinnie felt pressure to save the trees. One dead tree was too many.

The moon traded positions with the sun and lazily rose into the silver-blue sky. Nature was millions of years old, but seemed more simple and innocent compared to humans. Josie looked to the trees like ancient grandfathers, who silently stood approvingly above.

Josie stopped at an opening on the trail that overlooked the river. Her legs were tan and strong.

“What did you do all those years in prison?” She asked, as she stretched her hamstrings.

“I studied every line on the crusted cement walls of my cell. I closed my eyes for so long, I thought I was blind. A blind man came to me in a vision. We had tea together. He made bird noises and it was the first time I truly laughed since leaving puberty.

No seriously, I met angels and demons; the angels were perverted by life because life is hard; the devils pretend to be angels because life kicked their ass. When I graduated from observing people, I traveled with my friends, the Nuu-Chah-Nulth groupies, around the world Shapeshifting. We destroyed factories in China and set thousands of dogs and cats free.

Then, years later, I had no more energy to
Shapeshift because the walls of prison sucked all my energy dry. So, I withdrew myself in a corner and resisted showering, eating and caring. Then, a new jail mate entered my cell. He was shriveled up like wet linen. His eyes were sunken into his skull, like melted ping pong balls. He didn’t speak, but when he looked my way, he smirked like he was mocking me. At first, I thought he was a type of lame Satanist, but he dissolved like me, as we both wilted in the corner, opposing one another. A year later, I realized he was a mirror of myself. He represented how I felt and thought.

I opened my eyes one day and he was gone, a beam of sunlight shown in the corner and replaced where he sat. I began to feel free in my skin. The walls that enclosed me were nothing more but sand and mortar. Sand broke down and blew away in the wind, just as humans grow and move on. I realized this cycle and awaited my turn to move on or blow away. And here I am, still intact.”

Josie came over and held him.

“So, you survived, huh? You’re not a figment of my imagination?” She asked.

“Of course not, I’m as alive as the first day I realized I was alive.”

“When, two years old?”
She smiled.

“No, more like four, when I wanted to eat everything in sight, my Legos, Crayons, glue.”

They kissed. It felt unusually inhuman to Vinnie. He craved something else, a dark red sexy drug liquid that flowed life and spirit through the veins of Josie. He could see the life flowing through her, and it all began with a heartbeat. Everything had a life-force, but none as magical, warm and intoxicating as blood.

“Please let me.” Vinnie said with humility.

“I want something else.” Josie reached down and pulled on it.

“We’ll work on compromise later.”

“No we won’t.” She said, as he bit her neck and she stroked him hard, as they simultaneously fell to the ground. She got him in, as he sucked on her. It was mutual fulfillment this time. They became amorously entangled, as the smell of primal lust hit the air with a sweet carnal tartness.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I want you all the time. I don’t even care about other things anymore, like showering.” She bit his bottom lip. Vinnie was stoned from her blood and had trouble completing a sentence.

“You fucker.” She said, when she realized he was selfishly reveling in the intoxication without listening to her.

“Baby, ah baby.” His eyes were turned upwards, almost like laughing eyes. But, she let him off the hook because he was being too cute
.
“I’m sick of knowing my dad is somewhere I can’t protect him, even though he was a selfish bastard, I still care.” She confided.

Vinnie was sober now and gave his opinion: “We still need answers from Van
Norden. I think he’s lying, but how do we corner him?”

“It’s pretty hard to corner a ghost, or a figment of our imagination.”

“It’s definitely not our imagination. He was real when I was growing up, and he’s real now. It’s just a different dimension we’re dealing with.” He said. They began walking.

They were surrounded by old-growth for hours, but now they came to a clearing of dried mud. There were deep tracks cut out of the earth where heavy equipment had entered the forest and started to eat the woods away like termites.

“They were here.” Vinnie said.

“What do we do?”

“Wait.”

“Till when?
Josie asked.

“When they come back.”

There were large yellow excavators, with giant saw attachments that could cut a tree in less than a minute. There is already three logging trucks parked, awaiting the cranes to drop the dead trees on their backs, so they can transport them to the wood mills and to China.

“Where in the hell are they? This is
gross, it’s like a glorified stage show for Industrialism here.” Josie said, as she picked up a mangled branch.

“At the bar.
They drink before a new job to catch up, and get pumped up about Deforestation.”

“That’s nice, but look
at this, they’ve already trashed the place driving in here with their big dumbass 4x4’s.”

“It’s not just the loggers, everywhere you go you see huge clearings made for supermalls.” Vinnie said.

“Gross.”

“Let’s wait in the cab of the excavator.” Vinnie said.

“Better yet, let’s put some dirt in the gas tanks.”

“That doesn’t really work.” Vinnie said, “What will happen is they will see us and we will have to fi
ght one way or another.”

“Okay then.”

Night came and so did the 4x4’s with the spotlights on top of their trucks that flooded the landscape with blinding light. Music could be heard along with yelling. Vinnie and Josie were outnumbered 10 to 1, as the trucks pulled in behind the heavy equipment.

“We have to do something Vinnie. They’re going to kill us.”

“This is when we stop caring. We stop caring about everything and slow our breathing.”

Josie shrugged, as they sat down on the metal floor of the excavator. “Stop caring!” she shouted.

“They’re only real if we care about them, and we don’t. What do serial killers do before killing? Vinnie asked.

“What?” Josie frowned.

“They disassociate with their victims. They dehumanize their prey before killing. We’re doing the opposite. We’re disassociating us from them so they don’t kill us.” He said.

“Yeah, how in the hell do we do that?”

“Stop caring. When they enter this cab we’re going to calmly kill them.” Vinnie smiled. Only his right eye could be seen in the dark, and it didn’t seem human.

“I don’t get it, but whatever.” She said.

“Listen, the more you analyze the situation, the slower you become in execution.”

“Vinnie, I’m scared.”

“No emotion. Calmly rock and let the blacks of your eyelids sparkle.”

“You’re truly crazy.” She whispered, as she began to sway.

“Now, in a state of calm, channel the famous Peacemakers.”

“Like who?” Josie asked, as she opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Close your eyes. Like the Dalai Lama, Ghandi and Mother Teresa.”

She closed her eyes but nothing came except for her usual horrific family memories.

“I can’t concentrate.” She huffed.

“Try! They’re coming.”

“You try! I’m not the only one here.”

“You’re right, Josie!”

All of a sudden the handle on the door shook.

“
Fuckin’ key.” Somebody mumbled on the other side of the door.

Vinnie quickly turned to Josie. “Act like a little girl lost, add
slutiness.”

The door opened, as big boots stepped in.

“What the. . .”

Josie lied on the ground. She was in the fetal position with only a shirt, socks and panties on.

“I was so cold. I didn’t know where to go.” She shook with fake shivers.

“How in the hell did you get here?” the logger asked.

“I was lost. My boyfriend dropped me in the middle of nowhere.”

“Well shit. You don’t need him.”

Vinnie hid behind the control seat. He had a crowbar clutched in his hands. The veins on his forearms were pumped up with adrenalin.

“Let me warm you up sweetie. I’m big and strong, but also gentle.”
Bigboots laughed at his own asinine humor. Logger wasted no time unzipping his pants and revealing his hairy gorilla legs. There was so much hair that when his pants uncovered his legs, the hair sprang out, like an afro.

Josie opened her mouth, either from the shock of how monstrous the logger was, or to pretend she was anticipating a wild ride. The logger kneeled over her as he started to pull down his underwear. That’s when Vinnie silently took the crowbar handle and lodged it into the cranium
of the logger, and it created a type of cleavage out of his parting head, a cleavage any logger would jack off to.

“Fuck Vinnie, you got his pieces on me!” The gorilla logger partially fell onto Josie, as Vinnie quickly rolled him off.