The nosferatu Nigel knew: that was
his last chance to eliminate his target. Two miserable tries made him hate even
more that little toreador. His contacts assure him that she was a spy
assembling knowledge of the area. They also told him that she was not very
expert. And That was killing him…
- - This
little cunt cannot escape this time, you understand?
- - Calm
down freakshow… the last two times you were not playing with the Bonnano at
your side.
- - I
hope it worth…
- - Hey,
hey ugly one. I think that is my family that should concern about the benefits
of risk our asses on this deal with your organization…
- - I’ve
told you that this will not be discuss by phone. I’ll meet you tomorrow.
- - OK
then. Now let’s end this quick. I can’t chat with you all night.
Nigel pressed the red button. For
him it was a shame must call out to your connections with the mob, and the
worst was that the nosferatu now had an obligation with them. But this should
be worthy. Your reputation should be restored tonight.
Mariana Gilbert was walking by the
streets of Buffalo with mixed feelings. By one hand, she was very happy with
her mission so far, scanning the Sabbat activity at the town, formerly ruled by
Camarilla. That mission was given to her after three years of “office work”.
“Finally I can feel the wind in my face”. But on the other hand, there was
anguish on her little rough smile. After two weeks of research she was
discovered and attacked. For two times she could escape by little, thanks to
the auspex that she started to improve trough the last months.
This was your last night in town and
she couldn’t leave without a little glimpse at the atelier of the local new
name of painting. Just a quick visit, a glass of wine and two or three
paintings bought. Nothing to ruin the night…
Nigel’s plan was nicely build. The
poor toreador was in trouble, noticing that the area was well known by the
nosferatu. Walking above the roofs without being noticed, helped by the
obfuscate, he waited for his prey to enter the Grenn Park Street and started
the attack. He study all course until a particular point, very important for
his plan. He gently perched behind her, being helped by the lack of experience of
the newbie and could not resist by making a funny comment based on her clothes:
- - Don’t
you fear the bad wolf, riding hood?
Said this while he charges against
her with a punch in the left ear. The toreador was hit badly and lost part of
this senses when crushed against a brick wall. Right after that she was kneed
in the stomach and felt. Nigel almost believed that he would not even need his “partners”,
when saw Mariana on the floor. However, when he started to improvise about how
end up with that, in a blink of an eye she was gone. He lifted his look with
the mouth slightly open and saw the red blur of Mariana running, 60 fts away. “Not
this time, bitch…”
Mariana used her celerity to avoid a
certain final death, however could not afford it for much time more. Was
wounded and disoriented and her shoes felt some steps behind. Probably by the
punch in the head, she momentarily forgot the map of the area and started to
panic. Felt something leaking out of her ear. It was blood. “Calm down girl...
you escaped twice from this piece of shit. Just remember the training…”
Looked above her shoulders and saw
that his predator had shorted the distance by 30 fts. She could hear the
nosferatu boots smashing the rain pools.
“Come on… remember... the next two streets are dead-ends… DAMN! Think
Mariana, think! Yes! Sure, damn... the Monroe Path. It ends at the other side
of the block. If I could thrash just one more time I’ll reach the half of it without
eye contact with him and then I could escape through the subway at Cambridge
Avenue.”
Mariana used her last inputs to
speed up one more time. Without knowing, she did exactly what Nigel foresaw. While
she drifted away with her super speed, Nigel grabbed the phone and pressed
REDIAL. Waited for two seconds and then hanged off. It was the sign that
Alberto and his goons was waiting. The hunt continues…
The toreador felt almost relieved
when, at the half of the path could see the light of the main street at the
other side. Looked back and didn’t saw Nigel. Was exhausted and wounded, but if
she could reach the Cambridge Avenue the nosferatu should be lost. “I will win
this game… MUST end this mission…” Her feet was naked and being carved by the
rough pavement of the alley but she focused on the lights at the end of the
way. Looking one last time above her shoulder she saw Nigel arriving very calm
at the entrance, without running. Could not understand the tranquility of her
predator. For a second she could identify a little smile by the corner of his
deformed lips. A shiver ran through her spine when the lights from Cambridge
Avenue was blocked by something big…
While her eyes was turning back to
the end of the path, she saw a dark blue van stopping, blocking the passage.
Her face was the mix of exhaustion and defeat and, while the door of the van
starts to slide open, she knew that there’s nothing more to be done.
Took three more steps in slow motion
and her face was enlightened by four sub-machine guns spiting boiling metal. While
her body trembled by the bullets, she thought about his superiors, about how
she felt when was picked for this first “street mission”. And remembered the
night of her dark embrace and how it was hard to adapt to her new state of
“monster”. “Maybe it was just a dream…”
The guns stopped and at first, the
vampire felt on her knees on the pool of her own blood. She still could hear
the steps of the nosferatu getting close to her.
Nigel didn’t want to show his
nervous euphoria while was getting near Mariana’s body. Arrived beside her and
put his left foot on her back full of holes and blood. But suddenly a maniac
aspect took his face and he started to stamp with violence in the back of her
head. Not even a sound came out the nosferatu’s mouth while he was smashing the
skull of his prey in a brutal way. The
blood spilled. His boots and leather black pants was starting to get soaked and
when was nothing left beside a red mash and a headless body, he stopped.
Slowly lifted his eyes to the van. His
pale face, his terrifying smile and the blood spilled in his chin build a remarkable
visage.
- Alberto was not kidding. You
really are a crazy motherfucker and ugly as the beast itself man…
- Tell him… that I will be… with him
tomorrow… - Said Nigel getting back from madness, slowly.
- Capisce. Now, hide this bitch
quickly man. We must run away from here. – Said the driver slightly disgusted.
Nigel took off the sewer lid and
threw the body down there. He jumped in and while he was closing the lid above
his head, he saw the van peeling out the tires in a rush to leave the crime
scene and thought: “Nothing cleans your honor and reputation better than
toreador’s blood…”
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