The
waves touched the harbour walls gently as the boat from America was making its
voyage home. He was finishing a cigar as he leaned against one of the warehouse
walls. The sound of vomiting from around the corner was slightly amusing but it
was starting to make the hairs on the back of neck stand up on end. He stubbed
out the cigar and brushed the red brick dust off his jacket before walking
around to the poorly man around the corner
“You
never did get your sea legs after all Drew.” He laughed with a hint of New York
in his accent as he patted his brother’s back. The man named Drew wiped his
mouth, as he fixed back on his hat as he glared at his brother
“Damn
boats.”
He
put his hands in his trouser pockets as he looked at Deacon, Deacon laughed
again.
“It’s
not the boats fault that you never wanted to travel outside New York little
brother, I mean come on it’s a big world out there…” he stopped and poked his
head out around the corner again, Drew raised his eyebrow and looked around as
well. He couldn’t see anything but he knew that Deacon had heard something. His
senses were a lot stronger than Drew’s. That was when they both heard it, the
soft clacking of heels on the pavement. Deacon smiled at his brother
“I
don’t know how you’re feeling now but I’m famished!”
Drew
smiled back
“Now
that I think about it, a meal wouldn’t go amiss. For our homecoming, we could
have a celebratory dinner.”
Deacon
put his hand on Drew’s shoulder
“That’s
the spirit!” and they walked off to corner their prey.
They
had found the young woman walking towards O’Connell Bridge. She was in her own
world and it was hard to tell if she was a vixen of the night or just someone
out to enjoy a show or two. She walked past the Abbey Theatre when she stopped
abruptly; someone was standing in front of her leaning against the wall. He
tipped his hat up off his face to let her see his emerald green eyes
“Hey
there pretty lady. Is there any room for one more on this party voyage?”
She
looked nervous as she took a step back
“You’re
an American? We know all about you and your escapades in Europe. No girl would
touch you.”
She
started to back up as Deacon got off the wall and was walking towards her
“Ah
now, you’ll hurt our feelings if you keep up that kind of talk.”
The
woman kept backing up; she didn’t hear or see Drew coming up behind her until
it was too late. She backed up right against his chest, she went to scream but
Drew was quicker and grasped her head in his hands strongly before twisting it
violently to the right. Drew sighed as she crumpled to the ground. It was
always satisfying to hear a clean neck break. Deacon walked up and tilted his
head at the woman’s body.
“You
know, she looks prettier now that she can’t talk. You’re getting more efficient
with the kills Drew. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d swear you’ve been
practising.”
The
brothers smiled at one another before carrying the body to a more secluded part
of the street. There, they both transformed into their monsters within. Both
standing at eight feet, the ivory coloured wolf and the silver coloured wolf
growled contently as they started ravaging their meal. By the time they were
done, there was nothing but the woman’s skull and a few rib bones scattered
around.
As
they stepped back out on the street in their human form, they could hear music
in the distance. Deacon ran a hand through his hair before fixing his hat back
into place. He breathed in.
“God
it’s good to be home. Come little brother; let’s see how much Dublin has
replicated New York.”
Drew
followed his brother over O’Connell Bridge and into a swing club. It was full
to the brink of wealthy business men and the air was thick with cigar smoke.
The band was firing up a storm as they walked over to the bar. Deacon got two
whiskeys and then began lighting up a cigar himself. Drew laughed
“You’ll
turn your fur grey if you keep smoking them Deac.”
Deacon
tipped his head
“Ah
see that’s where you are wrong little brother. What all these idiots are
smoking would turn my fur grey because it’s all just artificial shite. This
cigar is pure Cuban quality. This cigar just leaves a lovely taste in my
mouth.”
They
both laughed.
Suddenly
the music slowed down and wolf whistles erupted from the crowd. Drew looked up
at the stage with his eyebrow raised and that’s when he saw her. In an elegant
blue gown was a beautiful young woman, no older than nineteen. But she was more
than a lady for there was a slit running up her left thigh, stopping just below
her hip line. Drew could just make out a garter belt strap as she started
singing. Drew realised that Deacon was laughing at him, he then realised
himself that he had put his hand under his chin to keep his mouth from falling
off.
“Don’t
let her reel you in Drew. That crafty little bitch is a vampire.”
Drew
almost choked on his whiskey
“She's
a vampire?!”
Deacon
chuckled
“Yes,
a ready-made seductress. All she has to do is sashay those lovely hips and
blink those doe eyes and every fellow in this room wants her. It’s almost like
glamour but more for advantage purposes rather than hiding.”
“She
is still beautiful.”
“That’s
because we can’t see the glamour so all we see is an ordinary girl but if we
were one of the buffoons whistling at her, we would probably see an angel sent
from Heaven itself. But don’t get too close to her, she is just after one thing
tonight and it’s not to satisfy any sexual needs.”
Two
men walked past as they finished their whiskeys
“Isn’t
Natasha looking radiant tonight Ed?”
The
man named Ed just nodded, idiotically. Drew and Deacon burst out laughing,
“See
what I mean?”
Just
then Deacon spotted someone across the floor of tables; he stubbed out his
cigar and finished his whiskey
“I’ll
be back in a minute Drew, don’t stray near the vampire.”
Drew
just waved his brother off as he watched the crowd and the girl on stage.
Natasha. He knew as he looked at her, that she would be a trouble maker if he
ever met her again. But for now he just enjoyed the music.
He
just enjoyed being home.
I LOVE this!!
ReplyDeleteThat was just AWESOME!
I love how you bring us back in time and you do it so well!!
It was so well written!
I've said it before and I'll say it again. You should be Published!!
Nice! A flash back scene. Something out of the past. Good stuff Emerald! Keep it up!
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ReplyDeleteI like it!!! The old vibe, the... Everything. It so.... BOSS!!!!!!!! The 40-50 range is always fun to write.
:D
I can't wait! And I'm glad you continued!!!
*sits back, and waits*
:D
It's a little confusing how it has people speaking and then the other person doing something in the same line, so I keep forgeting if he's laughing or moving or whatever as well as talking, or if it's one guy's talking while ther other moves
ReplyDeleteIt's greatly writen! Brilliant!
:D awesome! I love these go-back-in-time moments :D
ReplyDelete*goes off to read the next chapter*